Grove-in to the tune of heart,
I dance inside my day.
Prancing, jumping, spinning round,
as I do sing and pray.

I pray the world awakes in love,
to celebrate life’s song.
Everyone should live as one,
its where we all belong.  

Sing out loud, or whisper low.
Just carry love inside.
Then the world will shift in peace.
and all will move with pride.

StarBG © 2017

Lived the life of an artist
long before I became one.
Pressed to guitar strings
until my fingers were numb
to all exposed skin
that was not my own.

Listened to one thousand sad songs
over and over
until the pointless chords
clamoured over one another,
psalms of living
fall on deaf ears.

Trawled archives of *******.
Lauded aristocrats of cheap whiskey nights
and black coffee mornings.
Garnished my days with addictions carried
by better men
in love with real women.

Grew thin, moved about the apartment
in the graveyard hours
tacking songs to the walls.
In the absence of chains and ***
I fixed myself with neon lights
and cigarettes.

Spilt paint over undeserving paper
beneath the halogen bulb
to colour radio silences
of past friendships,
mountains I should let recede
like a ship in the night.

Stood alone in crowds
to witness the onset of a moment,
openings and closings of mouths and doors;
each one to allow another person in.
I go home alone
and sleep with my thoughts.

"The world is a stage and we are all actors.
YOU play the main character SO enjoy all its scenes,
as your guides and angels applaud you."

Heart's tear...




could hearts tear...
could heart hurts heart...
could heart break it....
and bleeds it with no blood...
could any heart loves at once two hearts...
could heart get killed by another heart...
by the heart which it loved that heart...

how could you do...
how could you hurt me...
how could you hurt my heart...
my heart which loved you and still do...
my heart which keeps you the sweetheart to my heart...
and beats just because of you...
and gave you the only lonely key to my heart...

sweetheart...
whom you pretend to be...
i confess....
confess that i love you...
and i'm nothing without you...
without you i'm like...
scattered letters...
nights with no stars either its moon...
sky with no sun and clouds...
mornings with no radiance and its birds...

yes sweetheart...
i confess that i love you...
i confess....
without you and your love...
i'm the body with no soul...
but...
i prefer to die before you **** me once again...

hazem al....