#middleeast
how easy it is
for the one who fears death to
k!ll and k!ll again
//
hope is seeing past
great pain, knowing victory
is divine promise
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 4:39 PM UTC
I had the unfortunate privilege of participating in a war
As an immediate life experience
This afforded me the luxury of indifference
While eliminating the sanguine notion of naiveté
Bravo 6 once told me - the only easy day was yesterday
Existing in a constant state of crisis justifies our history of violence
Collectively vindicates informed decisions to use lethal force without tolerance
License to search and destroy hostiles with extreme prejudice
Collateral damage merely an unfortunate expenditure of doing business
This is the merely the price of war
The cost is the bones and broken lives we leave behind as just-cause
When we are redeployed to kick down someone else’s door
Eventually in time, all these sins will follow us home
And war will make corpse of us all
Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 7:34 AM UTC
David repented and seventy thousand fell
Jerusalem's execution stayed for God relented
And where the Angel stood the Temple arose
Anti-David hardened and strengthened
The war entrenched and more enemies joined
Captives remained and fires uncontrollably raged
Surely this time it'll be more than three years
And enemies indestructible more wicked shall be
And Jerusalem's destruction, once more, unstayed
Oct 9, 2024
Oct 9, 2024 at 2:08 AM UTC
as I watch the protests from within
tearing down my streets my people
I have come to love and hate this country all at once
but in times of trouble and pain
the israeli people are my family
I feel my heart breaking all over again
but as well I remember the tears and blood
of the palestianians blood that is still fresh upon
the same land for the past 75 years of terror
see people think that its just the land of israel or palestine
but no its been a land of conflict and pain for a long while
a place where the greatest demons fears and patriarchial patterns
play out
I think that's why its one of the centers of the world
probably the only place.
You can feel the energies burning through seething
I can't explain it
only the ones who feel connected to this place
feel it
its as if the land cries
along with its people
the scorching sun
lights afire
and the people are on fire
for life for good or bad
I know that this place will prevail on
in some way
my place
my israel
my falestine
my middle east.
Jul 24, 2023
Jul 24, 2023 at 4:59 PM UTC
u think antebellum south usa was a mind game;
a static trip through proto-Nazi pre-psychedelic
America; she held her hand out to see the creases
that would predict her fortune for generations to
come; her descendants one day will walk through
space the way we used to walk through the mall
before the gas & gunfire; yes, my neighbor is now
my enemy; all we worked for gone w/ the wind
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
In The Middle East women are getting rocked, Here women are getting rocked as well, but with diamonds, precious stones and pearls.
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 11:43 AM UTC
AWAKEN!
To truth, sigh
blinding focused
edgy path light
to left, to right, to left
left no more...
Heart emanating..
radiating to a fallows
becoming Anew...
fructifier-world
renew the ground's
'Ge'
In the Sea we travail,
the people, toil tire
weakened in arms; descending
orange, pink, purple
Gasp!
Into Deep....
Wintering slopes of sadness.....
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 12:18 AM UTC
Up, down, turn around
Please don't let me hit the ground
It's to late, you already missed
Feeling like I don't exist
Been laying here in my bed for days
Counting down the ways
Of how to let go, or should I stay
The number count is growing high
Of the many ways to die
The argument to stay is small
Finally at the bottom of the fall
There is no getting up again
I'm to weak within this skin
This hole is deeper than the rest
The walls slick with oil, who would've guessed
Me that's who
There seems to be nothing I can do
Not this time, not by myself
I need some help
But they all ran away, sickened by the sight
Of a twisted corpse still trying to fight
Guess I'll just lay here and try to find some peace
But that will happen after they find it in the Middle East
I'm just tired and can't carry on
So I'll just lay here till I'm gone
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 12:15 PM UTC
I would be the first
Proudly ejected from my desk, with a right hand hovering firmly over my undeveloped left breast
To recite the indoctrinated love for the greatest mirage of an accepted state in the Western hemisphere
It was not until my father's army cries of trauma were disregarded
Because he did not bleed red, white, and
Blue on the battle field
That gravity began taking over my heavy hand
My pockets filled with stone and
My beating heart developed into a sack of realization
That lives lost were not lives that mattered
If those lives were not American
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 8:54 AM UTC
Up, down, turn around
Please don't let me hit the ground
It's to late, you all ready missed
Feeling like I don't exist
Been laying here in my bed for days
Counting down the ways
Of how to let go, or should I stay
The number count is growing high
Of the many ways to die
The argument to stay is small
Finally at the bottom of the fall
There is no getting up again
I'm to weak within this skin
This hole is deeper than the rest
The walls slick with oil, who would've guessed
Me that's who
There seems to be nothing I can do
Not this time, not by myself
I need some help
But they all ran away, sickened by the sight
Of a twisted corpse still trying to fight
Guess I'll just lay here and try to find some peace
But that will happen after they find it in the Middle East
I'm just tired and can't carry on
So I'll just lay here till I'm gone
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 10:57 AM UTC
to the love i fell in across the ocean, i am still drowning in you. -Amman
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
From unkown we reached here
To unkown we will go
Living just to watch and hear
Till it's become like a kind of law !
Successful in narrating our history to our children
What history could do if we kept our heads buried in the sand ?!
Registering events " where and when "
" with you we'll thrive " , how to be a climber without hands ?!
" For the future , work today "
But it's like telling a blinder :
" walk alone along the way ! "
Years passed and days come
Yet, we underestimate the significance of time
We weren't born to live as dumps
But to work our minds to reach the prime !
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 7:16 AM UTC
Sterling eyes close the falling red ward
Big Brother has seen it all
He tells me: *there is danger
Terror past the massive, all-protecting Atlantic*
Don’t stray there, the mouth
of stumbling heads say,
They want to take away
Our safety, our ways, our Freedom
Mr. Elected reassures
*Nothing will harm you
Not with me going there
I don’t want you going there*
He speaks like my mom
Warning me of the illicits
I am too vulnerable to experience
It’s death I’ll go to- I’ve been told
Sleepless red monocular
Enlightening the air to a passive blue
It’s opacity beneath and above
Ascending again
Mama and Baba say it’s time to go home
I confront the arid peninsula of Qatar
Lungs accustomed, vitality not frozen
Precariously perceiving the harmful
Sentiments of years past in Jordan,
I wonder why
my kin would ban this place
Rumor on dirt pavement in a draft, ears picking up
*The Atlantic is not to be crossed,
A lack of morals, malintentions
lay beyond the scape.*
Extravagant grenade above,
Falling to the horizon
And no detonation, collapsing behind a curved veil
Skyward lay the remnants
Of heat, frozen in time
The lips in a box on this shoreside
Warn *the zephyrs from the ornery
Reaches towards our home
Be on guard of the deceitful
star at night that rains red*
Tomorrow may not be there
My blood brothers of Lebanon say,
But I wait, field of vision
aligned to the east
Aural stumbles translate, articulating
My brethren begin their search of food
And in too many moments unnoticed,
Black on bottom, red on the low, blue slowly suffocating the obscurity above
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC
The snow falls around me
in the peacock window light
the trees wave hello to me
while I find a candle to fight
Just let me catch my breath
we spend time wandering through the towns that our father chose
and we spend days looking for the perfect garden rose
because i’ve seen men who stand behind their father’s grave while they hand a gun to the hand they shake and they wait and they wait and they wait
a woman walks into the street with a gun and a boy walks to school wishing he had one
and we hate and we hate and we hate
I’ve stood at the wall and I chased down the hall your sister ran towards the light
we danced in the morning while my brother was snoring and we held each other tight
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC