Soon.
The sooner the better.
Daily.
Almost every day.
Wait.
I've waited long enough.

The olives groves you uprooted
And the homes you bulldozed

They may be gone now
But the soil must still know

To whom the land belongs.

From the rubble,
From the blood,

New branches will grow.
New homes will rise.

Because doves will fly on blood specked wings
To pass on the message
That Palestine still sings:

of the children you shot
and the blood that you spilled

The young men you imprisoned
and the hope you hoped would rot.

Our children have been promised
Your so-called promised land

So don't get too comfortable
On my well-worn couch.

I'll come back to reclaim it
My couch, my country, my land.

I cannot seem to reconcile
the two minds
that you have.
You can’t live with two sides.
Only one can survive.
Only one will survive.

Slight twitching of the toes
A shudder of the shins
The knocking of the knees
Is where it all begins

Vibration of the thighs
Through years of cellulite
Swinging of the hips
As it makes it's little trip

Grumbling of the belly
Way deep down inside
Till it moves up to the chest
To the thump of the hearts delight

Shoots straight to the brain
Where it bounces back and forth
Throughout the cracks and crevices
Till it feels it's run its course

Drops down to a lump in the throat
Giving way to speech
Spilling forth for all it's worth
In waves of poetry

I hope that I don't become one of those poets

That only writes lost-love sonnets

Just because
After sleeping in your bed

I can't get you
Out
Of
My head.

two seconds,    i planned
just one moment to love you,
but  those two seconds    drag on:
                          two hundred days, a smile, a night's passage,
                            two years, another winter;
                  leave, return, repeat.
this cycle of wanting you,
  and never wanting to
                       but, who am i,
           to tell me what to do?
                              two weeks, a pulling of sinew:
                                            an arm loose,
                        a finger,                   tracing lines on the floorboards
                                   'cause i don't
                                               want to stand up,
anymore.
                           i'll just lie here,
                      ok?
            like i lie to you,
every time i don't speak,
hoping you will,
hoping you'll say,

                   you're not sorry
anymore.

How am I supposed to live this life?
I have lost the inspiration that kept me alive
The stars and the moon mourn for me

I cherish the starry nights
Laying down under their silver lights
Now, I only have dark and gloomy nights

Let no one know of my suffering- I said
That night I drove looking for comfort
I gazed at the firmament
What has become of me? – I asked
The world is cold and bitter
I can only feel the warmth of my tears.