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MuseumofMax Mar 28
How to gain the confidence to complete a simple task?
a bit of a lighter note than other poems I’ve been posting lately…
MuseumofMax Mar 26
You
You took everything from me

Before I was anything at all
MuseumofMax Mar 26
Depollute me, pretty baby
**** the rot right out of my bloodstream

Oh, dilute me, gentle angel
Water down what I call being grateful

Oh, you kissed me just to kiss me
Not to take me home

It was simple, it was sweetness
It was good to know

You look perfect, you look different
I don't wonder about your indifference

If I said you could never touch me
You'd come over and say I looked lovely

Oh, you kissed me just to kiss me
Not to make me cry

It was simple, you are sweetness
Let's just sit a while

Depollute me, gentle angel
And I'll feel the sickness less and less

Come and kiss me, pretty baby
Like we'll never have ***
MuseumofMax Mar 8
With your hand in mine
I no longer fear the fall

I embrace the climb.
MuseumofMax Mar 8
A stolen childhood is irreplaceable

Lost in the fuzzy static of camcorders
MuseumofMax Mar 3
Celebrating Ramadan amidst the concrete rubble

String lights illuminate hungry faces

To be surrounded by oppression and violence yet sit together at a table to share a feast

That is true resilience.

Love radiates from the dishes, food scarce so they share

No matter the evil, the deathly threats,

They stand together united, all as one,
Their connection un-severed.
Material things, they have none.

To have such joy in dark times
Is to resist the occupation, to be freed
Body, Soul, Spirit, Mind.
My thoughts after seeing the images of those in Gaza breaking their fast.
MuseumofMax Mar 1
I feel as if darkness is falling upon the world
A darkness that is not seen but felt
A pain that destroys peace
That hates love
Why are we so bound for destruction?

Every tree gone, every field mined for oil
Children buried under rubble
Do you feel the darkness there? Do you feel it now?

I have no words to describe this
Mother Earth is dying and so are we
While they sit in their towers
Endlessly counting
Blood money
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