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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
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Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 4:39 PM UTC
war and hope: a haiku couplet
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
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Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 7:34 AM UTC
Baghdad and everything after
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
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Oct 9, 2024
Oct 9, 2024 at 2:08 AM UTC
Anti-David
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.
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Jul 24, 2023
Jul 24, 2023 at 4:59 PM UTC
The center
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
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Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
gone w/ the wind
In The Middle East women are getting rocked, Here women are getting rocked as well, but with diamonds, precious stones and pearls.
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Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 11:43 AM UTC
Precious Stones
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.....
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 12:18 AM UTC
apollo
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
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Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 12:15 PM UTC
Don't Let Me Hit the Ground
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
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Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 8:54 AM UTC
Eastern Internal War
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
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Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 10:57 AM UTC
Don't Let Me Hit the Ground
to the love i fell in across the ocean, i am still drowning in you. -Amman
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
wanderer
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 !
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Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 7:16 AM UTC
××× Dead on the road ! ×××
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
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC
The Middle East & The U.S
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
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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
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Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
Israel