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In the image of a whisper shout.
The verdicts in...
The written script
Of perfect sin... of pillow clouds
Turbulence and turbin men
The versci learned from
dinner crowds.....
Renuka turned the term
From cultural deception
To every Hindu learned the inner proud.... determination of
Reincarnation
Is a universal cloud
Of turning earth and worthy sand
Jnto persons
Inhabited by mother sermon and written down
Bodies in a earthly have
Thirsts by a purpose now... blessed by father Allah... the soul... that curls in metamorphosis
Like baby worm
To butterfly to burning shroud
Turned the **** around

The plant of Moses
And Joseph
The chosen walk of good men
Carrying a task
That the earth may drown
Of all the Sheppard indowd the mercy
Sound
The curtain slams..
And naji staff slams hurled down
Andevery soul on earth has our mercy now....
But once just once interpret christ to judge another
And ill unfurl my drowning
Swirl of girl untill you slurr your words under bursting mounds
Of dirt and burning clouds
Of smoke to swerve in serpent
Scourge... to learn you quick
So no man eill turn me down...
Oh yeah

He's the word around
The lesson is my.... love.... its you its for
Pay attention child
I wont ignore
I see your plight
Your joy your love.
More of you in every hug....
The thing we fear
We become....
I will never fear...
In you I trust.....
Safana Feb 2022
Da, da ce
Jiya ma jiya ce
Gobe fa mece ce?
Allah ne zai ce
Yadda yau ita ce
Tayi kyau ta dace
Kamar ace na face
Hanci na ne yace
Na wuce a kaikaice
Kamar naji zan ****
Ta gefena a karkace
Ashe abin karya ce
Wasu sun ce dabi'a ce
Ga yan Adam yaudara ce
Hakikani kaddara ce
Shugabanci, baiwa ce
A baka tama kima ce
Talauci wai musifa ce
An manta komai baiwace
I'm at a loss of words.
Seriously traumatic...
I thought I lost courage
All i lost was habit..
If I lost your birth
couldn't  stand it on this planet....
I'd be killing myself
With hurt. And deserving
Of my panic....
I judge but not condemn
Ramblings of a man that...
Compared himself to christ
And juggled compulsory madness
To be saddened
By an evil drop of
Gravity
As challenging as death is
I'd rather do it
Than you abandon me
I was scared to lose you
Slippery when wet... caution
He's in beast mode...
Angel of a danger swag
And label of a peace zone...
He's 50 50 like O'Neal in
******* free throw...
Hes a clean home
While latex is wrappable
contamination
Pregnant sands for beach strolls...
Hes the light that shields glow
From appeal of healing
Bleeding spear blows
Angel of a certain death
Of eternity with burning wrists
Family and further head
With clean toes
Devoted to the person next...
Inheriting the earth in text...
Allegiance.. self esteem
And his words protect....
The team.. bleed decievers
And the cheap souls
My body offers naji...
Steven I want you on me...
Even if brandy really not me...
I'll lay between you
Honestly....
With dignity and impossibility
Within fostering
If all I knew was awesome
Would it be awful
but we wanted it
Evil is a promise....
With naji.....
Seeing theres no opposite.
Feeling best is often
Awful.....
When the worst is yet
To fall on us....
If goofs knew answers
Is u anonymous.....
With a pseudo intellect
consciousness .....
If im so evil
I'll speak of confidence...
Like vampires
In the coffins yep....
Don't sleep the sun
Is hottest when....
You make promises
With God for this....
feeling awful. I feel like im an idiot at times i don't know what to do. I feel like I lost the world
Forever we are
Limitless in the glory...
The beginning
Of his...
Unfinishing story....
We may hide from his truth
He has given before thee.....

My naji.
I see you in forever. Like waves upon sand.
The most and more we...
We offer our hand....
The more we find which
We dont understand....
And glory to God
Which bares forever the heavens.
Your plan is our blessing....
When man becomes man.
And we see forever in heaven
Mana from heavens
The joy of a lifetime.
Weapons of war broken.
Like shards of
Death in its life line.....
I ask of you god.
Forsake me never to fall from
His might i...
Could never sustain a loss like that in
Consecutive lifelines....
Husqvarna chainsaw.
Dont play dog...
Arms like a drake song
Make you wanna ****** date charge
Say on.. im a clap on.
Clap off. But to make it brake all...

Heir to the kingdom
Naji in a great planet...
I'm the grey magnet.
That makes mister grey look like a pain bandit
running from
Camp sack your package exchange havr it...exact it.
Into trans gender fem tactics...
I'm break a leg.
And feelings into break sadness.
Naji. I apologize. I haven't been the greatest.
*******. Delayed departures. And train of thought that never made it.
I hate *******.
I love the smell.
I'm a slave but you may never hear me say it.
I hope uou make it.
Your so sacred.
God gave me zero cravings for alcohol.
I stumble fall. And raise.
I hope you hear this all.
*** I'm not what I appear at all.

I need your light. My sweet surrender.
I remember where
My center was.
Had so much *** for pleasure.
But the men were
Self centered *****.
I make every love your mentor ***.
I sense your the best ever
Mentor that has ever come.
Your only filled with
Depth of love.
I'm in the clutches of a tethered grip.
Mental prison.
But my love for you is endless its
A hold that I won't ever slip.
I love you im just sorry
Your mother's
Such a selfish *****
Mentality on eternal dwelling
Is this the life I got
Or the world im smelling
First rhyme ****** felony
With a merk like smirk
I give courage to many.
It hurts sometimes
Your not a goof your
Good just gotta rework my spelling
Auto correct.
Is a perfect envy
Green and learning everything.
Techno massacre.
Lets go passengers.
last call for earth its ending
Naji its worth your blessing
I search. Terms
Of burning embers
Met with deadlines
From an inferno burning
But the green lights turning
See might
We might. Be learning something
Think the earth is less than dirt
Or other people
Deserve to hurt somebody.
Than we've really mastered nothing than. A search for  purposelessness
Turbulence in the
Word of trust me.
Fly high like winds of change.
The life of second chance
Is a fervent term for blood is re arranging.
Re framing pain.
Disservice words you keep on saying
Come to earth.
I love you first
Your the worst but the most im perfect person
Saved me
Every last one on earth
I give my word.
I'll change your worth
*** i think your worth raising
**** I'm trying to make sense of this
Verse
But my head hurts
And this nurse
Just slurred the words
Hes human first
Second word he's crazy
**** ill ******
Someone for a cigarette
Howd you learn im crazy
Setiap hari kubuka Tiktok.
Selalu kulihat banyak video.
Terus diposting orang orang Gaza.
Bercampur antara duka lara dan suka cita.

Anas sang jurnalis di Jabalia.
Menyiarkan berita bombardir pesawat jet.
Menghancurkan rumah dan sekolah.
Mayat anak anak tergeletak dimana mana.

Hamada sang juru masak di Khan Yunis.
Bersemangat memasak shawarma ayam.
Lalu dia membagikan untuk anak anak.
Mereka tertawa gembira bisa makan enak.

Motasem sang jurnalis di Beit Lahia.
Mendatangi beberapa tenda pengungsi.
Anak anak di dalam tenda tenda itu.
Semuanya kurus kering kelaparan.

Mona sang relawan di Al Mawasi.
Sibuk membagikan bahan bahan kebutuhan.
Beras , tepung , minyak , gula , mie.
Para pengungsi senang menerimanya.

Bisan sang jurnalis di Al Maghazi.
Bertemu banyak rombongan pengungsi.
Mereka kelelahan berjalan jauh.
Sandal dan sepatu mereka sobek semua.

Tito sang badut di Gaza Utara.
Selalu enerjik menghibur anak anak.
Bermain , bernyanyi , berjoget.
Tertawa gembira bersama sama.

Dr Mohammed di rumah sakit Kamal Adwan.
Merasa kelelahan dan ketakutan.
Sendirian mengurusi orang orang terluka.
Sementara rekan rekannya ditangkap semua.

Said sang relawan di Al Nuseirat.
Tanpa lelah memasang tenda tenda.
Memasak makanan dan membagikan barang.
Untuk pengungsi yang terlantar.

Saleh sang jurnalis di Khan Yunis.
Menemukan anak lelaki saat tengah malam.
Menangis sendirian di kuburan ibunya.
Tidak mau kembali ke tenda hingga pagi tiba.

Dahlan sang relawan di Deir El Balah.
Mengadakan acara nonton kartun bersama.
Anak anak berkumpul dan merasa gembira.
Nonton kartun sambil makan popcorn.

Ahmed sang jurnalis di Al Nuseirat.
Merasa kasihan melihat anak anak di dalam tenda.
Mereka kepanasan saat siang terik.
Dan kebanjiran saat hujan deras.

Samaa sang gadis pemain biola di Tel El Hawa.
Duduk di bawah pohon sambil memainkan biola.
Anak anak yang melihatnya tampak tenang.
Terlarut melupakan semua penderitaan.

Youmna sang jurnalis di Shujaiya.
Bertemu anak anak yang terlantar.
Mereka memungut makanan dari sampah.
Dan meminum air dari comberan.

Alaa sang tukang cukur di Al Nuseirat.
Mencukur rambut orang orang tanpa bayaran.
Dia cukup senang mendapat sedikit imbalan.
Rokok , roti , kopi atau ucapan terima kasih.

Hossam sang jurnalis di stadion Yarmouk.
Meliput banyak pengungsi yang berdatangan.
Mereka kelelahan , kelaparan , kehausan.
Terlantar tak punya tenda.

Renad sang gadis cilik di Deir El Balah.
Selalu ceria memasak berbagai makanan.
Dia memasak maqluba tanpa ayam.
Harga ayam naik tinggi tak terbeli.

Doaa sang jurnalis di rumah sakit Al Nasser.
Mengunjungi anak anak yang terluka.
Ada yang tangan dan kakinya buntung.
Ada yang kulitnya mengelupas terkena fosfor.

Israa sang guru di Al Bureij.
Mengajak rekan rekannya membuka tenda sekolah.
Mereka memberi alat menulis dan menggambar.
Anak anak senang bisa sekolah lagi.

Hind sang jurnalis di rumah sakit Al Aqsa.
Menyiarkan berita yang mengerikan.
Tenda tenda di sekitarnya hancur berantakan.
Terbakar terkena bombardir pesawat jet.

Samih sang pemuda pemain oud di Deir El Balah.
Penuh semangat bernyanyi sambil memainkan oud.
Sementara teman temannya lincah menari dabke.
Menghibur orang orang yang mengungsi.

Samara sang jurnalis di Al Zaitun.
Mendatangi tenda tenda para pengungsi.
Banyak anak anak yang kulitnya gatal.
Penuh borok dirubungi lalat.

Abdullah sang petani di Khan Yunis.
Nekat menyelinap kembali ke kebunnya.
Agar dia bisa memanen sekarung buah olive.
Cukup untuk dibagi para pengungsi.

Faiz sang jurnalis di Rafah.
Meliput jalanan yang sepi.
Tak ada apapun selain mayat mayat berlumuran darah.
Tewas bergelimpangan diserang quadcopter.

Hassan sang dosen di Al Rimal.
Tanpa lelah melakukan kuliah online.
Para mahasiswa bersemangat melanjutkan kuliah.
Tak peduli dengan kekacauan , kesulitan dan keterbatasan.

Mahmoud sang jurnalis di Shujaiya.
Menutup hidungnya sambil melakukan liputan.
Mayat mayat membusuk menjadi tulang belulang.
Dimakan anjing anjing liar yang kelaparan.

Abdallah sang relawan di Deir El Balah.
Sibuk mengurusi banyak kucing liar.
Dia mengobati dan memberi makan.
Lalu membelai belai dan bermain main.

  Mousa sang penyelamat sipil di Beit Hanoun.
Merasa putus asa tidak bisa menolong.
Orang orang yang terluka tertimpa bangunan.
Merintih rintih kesakitan menunggu kematian.

Fadi sang relawan di Al Maghazi.
Terus bergerak bersama rekan rekannya.
Mereka memasang solar panel , mengebor sumur dan membuat.
Para pengungsi memuji kerja keras mereka.

Yousef sang petugas medis di rumah sakit Al Quds.
Merasa ketakutan naik ambulance.
Drone pengebom terus mengejar.
Meledakkan jalanan yang dilewati.

Menna sang pelukis di Al Shati.
Menyuruh anak anak untuk mengantri.
Sementara dia melukis wajah mereka satu persatu.
Lukisan semangka , Handala dan bendera Palestina.

Nofal sang jurnalis di Shujaiya.
Mewawancarai seorang pria kurus penuh luka.
Pria itu baru saja dibebaskan dari penjara.
Terus disiksa hingga mengalami trauma.

Maha sang jurnalis di Deir El Balah.
Bersantai di pantai sambil memandangi senja.
Sementara anak anak muda di sekitarnya.
Penuh semangat bermain sepakbola.

Naji sang sopir taxi di kota Gaza.
Menyetir mobilnya pelan pelan sambil menangis.
Dia sedih melihat seluruh kotanya hancur lebur.
Tak ada yang tersisa selain puing puing reruntuhan.

Fatema sang relawan di Al Shati.
Berkumpul bersama anak anak perempuan di tenda besar.
Mereka duduk di tikar sambil membaca ayat ayat Al Quran.
Terdengar merdu hingga meneguhkan keimanan.

Ouda sang jurnalis di Jabalia.
Bertemu seorang pria yang naik kereta keledai pelan pelan.
kereta keledai itu mengangkut mayat anak anak yang berlumuran darah.
Ada yang kepalanya pecah , ada yang perutnya hancur.

Nour sang jurnalis di kota Gaza.
Tertawa senang melihat anak anak muda di sekitarnya.
Mereka bermain parkour melompati puing puing reruntuhan.
Lalu mengibarkan bendera Palestina di atas atap yang hampir roboh.

Khaled sang jurnalis di Beit Hanoun.
Tergesa gesa meliput pengeboman drone di jalanan.
Ledakan bom menghancurkan mobil hingga ringsek.
Orang orang di dalam mobil tewas mengenaskan berlumuran darah.

Ashraf sang insinyur elektronik di Al Nuseirat.
Tampak senang memamerkan barang barang buatannya.
Kipas angin , lampu meja , charger ponsel hingga kulkas.
Semuanya dibuat dengan rongsokan yang dia temukan.

Lubna sang jurnalis di rumah sakit Al Shifa.
Meliput kengerian setelah pembantaian massal.
Ratusan mayat membusuk bergelimpangan dimana mana.
Semuanya hancur tak berbentuk setelah dilindas tank dan buldoser.

Firas sang relawan di Al Bureij.
Naik truk bersama rekan rekannya ke tempat pengungsian.
Begitu tiba mereka langsung membagikan sepatu , mantel dan jaket tebal.
Anak anak senang tak lagi kedinginan.

Jumana sang janda di Al Mawasi.
Menangis teringat suaminya yang tewas tertembak quadcopter.
Dia juga lelah berusaha bertahan hidup tanpa suaminya.
Sementara anak anaknya masih kecil semua.

Rami sang pemuda kreatif di Al Nuseirat.
Mengumpulkan banyak kardus bekas dari tempat sampah.
Setelah itu dia membuat beraneka mainan kardus untuk anak anak.
Mobil mobilan , motor motoran , kapal kapalan dan lainnya.

Wedad sang gadis remaja di Al Mawasi.
Termenung sedih sambil memegang kunci tua dan kunci baru.
Kunci tua itu milik neneknya yang terusir dari rumah sejak 1948.
Kunci baru itu miliknya sendiri yang terus dibawa setelah rumahnya dihancurkan.

Mosab sang pelukis mural di Rafah.
Membawa banyak peralatan lukis dan cat beraneka warna.
Dengan penuh semangat dia melukis mural di reruntuhan tembok yang lebar.
Yang dia lukis adalah sosok Handala sedang makan semangka.

Dokter Ayaz di rumah sakit Al Awda.
Menangis melihat bayi bayi prematur yang tidur dalam inkubator.
Tak ada kiriman bahan bakar untuk terus menyalakan listrik yang hampir padam.
Bayi bayi prematur itu akan segera mati satu persatu.

Aboud sang pemuda kreatif di Al Maghazi.
Mengajak anak anak membuat layangan besar bendera Palestina.
Lalu mereka menerbangkan layangan besar itu di tepi pantai.
Siapapun yang melihatnya merasa masih punya harapan.

Duka lara yang dialami orang orang Gaza masih terus berlanjut.
Tapi orang orang Gaza masih terus melanjutkan suka cita.
Melakukan apapun yang masih bisa dilakukan.
Menikmati apapun yang masih bisa dinikmati.


November 2024

By Alvian Eleven
Little hades is a heart break
dark hellscape
But all the men who enter ******* smell great.
Returning from a paradox...
With flames and michaels ******* she'll crates
But here's the cells fate...
Of replicating. The devastation
From my pelvis break...
Like well great..
Leon and le hi. Since he was
Swell pales. Knee high.
Water break and naji.
Exits with his cell mate...
Surprise we all arrive from hells gates
Like devils waits in danger...
The dead return..
The men still smell faint...
Morphing in its purest form.
The cure is warm
Like hemoglobin surging for.
A feeling of a perfect
Form
But God searches for your purest
Form
So be warned you may not find exactly what your searching for.
I'm learning more.
A curve of sorts.
Nothing that I've learned before.
I'm sure if I return this
Poem
You'll read this and return it home.
Burning in your
Cozy dorm is fire burning keep you warm.
And cool you with a surgeons nose
You breathe eat sleep
And dream spirits truest form
Spread wings accept your worth in gold.
And learn of certain search in soul.
I pray when you return this poem.
You've grown wings.
And learned to grow.
And my mom has learned of courage bro... spread wings and yearn
For more in hopes.

the person that I learned the most.
I love you naji
Your perfect poem.
Before you i felt worthless
Now im certain
I'll find a perfect home.
This afternoon the weather is light rain.
I'm sitting alone at a bus stop on the side of the road.
Smoking a cigarette while opening my Tiktok account.
As usual I see posts from Gazans.
Various videos about their daily lives amidst the long chaos.

Half an hour ago Nour the journalist uploaded the video.
She saw a group of young people who looked enthusiastic.
They were doing parkour jumping over the rubbles of a building.
Then they were waving the Palestinian flag on a roof that was almost collapsing.

An hour ago Jumana uploaded her video.
She was sitting in her tent with her small children.
While crying she told about her husband who had just been shot dead by a quadcopter.
Without her husband life felt more difficult.

Two hours ago Yazan had just uploaded his video.
He was walking around Al Zaytoun with his friend.
Then he saw a man riding a donkey cart.
But in the cart there were several children's corpses covered in blood.

Three hours ago Mosab the mural painter uploaded his video.
He brought lots of paint and equipment.
He enthusiastically painted on the ruin of a wide wall.
What he painted was a picture of Handala eating watermelon.

Four hours ago Naji the taxi driver in Gaza City uploaded his video.
He was driving his car slowly around Al Rimal to Tel El Hawa.
He was sad to see the whole city destroyed.
Nothing was left but rubbles everywhere.

Five hours ago Nofal the journalist in Shujaiya uploaded his video.
He conducted an interview with a man who had just been released from prison.
His body was thin and covered in wounds.
His face looked traumatized and full of fear.

Six hours ago Israa the elementary school teacher uploaded a video.
She and her friends opened a tent school for children at the Al Bureij refugee camp.
The children also received bags , shoes , stationery , notebooks , drawing books and snacks.
They were happy to be able to learn while playing.

Seven hours ago Abdullah the farmer in Khan Yunis uploaded his video.
He sneaked back into his family's olive grove which had been burned down.
But he was still able to get a harvest even if it was only a sack.
Enough for the people in the refugee camp to share.

Eight hours ago Anas the journalist uploaded his video.
He was covering the news in a house that was destroyed by bombardment in Jabalia.
While the civil rescue team was trying to save children who were hit by the rubble.
They were seriously injured and covered in blood.

Nine hours ago Motasem the journalist uploaded his video.
He found several corpses lying on the street of Al Mawasi.
While stray dogs gathered and eating the corpses.
Until only bones were left.

Ten hours ago Said uploaded his video.
He was cooking lentil soup in a big ***.
After that he distributed it to the children.
They all ate while laughing happily.

Eleven hours ago Mohammed uploaded his video.
He was sitting with his cat named Leo. Mohammed complained that he was hungry and had no money to buy food.
He also complained about not being able to give food to Leo.

Twelve hours ago Hossam the journalist uploaded his video.
He was visiting a refugee camp in Beit Lahia.
There were many children who were skinny because of hunger.
Also children whose skin was itchy due to infection.

Thirteen hours ago Faiz the journalist uploaded his video.
He was seeing several bodies of people lying on Salahadin street.
Those people died by quadcopter fire.
While a car was burned by a drone bomb.

Fourteen hours ago Mariam uploaded her video.
She was queuing at the bakery in Deir El Balah.
There were so many people queuing until it was crowded.
Meanwhile she complained of being tired because she had been queuing for too long.

Fifteen hours ago Mona uploaded her video.
She was busy with her friends who were members of the volunteer team.
They distributed lots of necessary items to people who had taken refuge in the tents.
Soaps , shampoos , baby milks , diapers and sanitary pads.

Sixteen hours ago Zinah uploaded her video.
She complained of being tired because her tent was flooded with rainwater.
The carpet , mattress and belongings were all wet.
While the heavy rain didn't stop soon.

That's how they go through day after day in Gaza.
I'm tired of seeing the long chaos in Gaza that continues every day without stopping.
What I can do is comment words of encouragement to them.
So that they don't feel abandoned by the world.
And they still have fighting spirit to get through the hard , tiring and dangerous days.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

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