There once lived a family of rats, caught up in wires and tubes and they probably thought they had it good until

the car started.

That car’s air conditioning smelled like death stench for weeks, until we

got it looked at.

Who knew we killed a family, who knew they ate their way under the hood,

who knew we killed a family and they reminded us of it for weeks.

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My mother and father killed my dog, barely big enough to not be called a puppy anymore,

they ran over her,

as she slumbered in the tall weeds and grasses of a field.

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We had a chicken named Thumper, his body grew big but his head never did,

and he teetered and tottered on ballerina pointed feet, and

the other roosters wanted to

eat him alive.

When we sacrificied him,

my parents plucked his back,

and they saw that his skin was a green-purple secret,

hidden by a humpback and so

many feathers.

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Our third horse got caught in the river.

Big Mama got caught in Little River.

I guess it’s not surprising when big things die when they get caught in little things.

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The coyotes got the rest of the chickens.

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The rattlesnakes almost got the rest of the horses.

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Most people don’t know that farm-fresh eggs are covered in blood.

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We had two of the largest, ugliest geese.

They flew away.

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The cat died under the hot tub,

we couldn’t find her for days.

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The forest is always a graveyard,

is always hallowed ground,

is where we buried the animals.

Then they built a subdivision.

She is the woman that i love most in the world

She is the woman that gave me birth

She is the sweet kind of person
The type who would cry for no reason

She is the kind devoted to her religion and faith
The kind that taught to believe and pray

She is the wise, protective type
The type that sacrificied her health to ensure my life

She is the kind that huggs me, kisses me and play with my ears
The kind that has always supported me emotionally

She is the kindiest person you'll ever meet
The type that will stay hungry and let you eat

She is the kind who put her family first
The type who doesnt know how to hurt

She is the kind who never lies

I love her more than anything in the world

I regret all that i did and said that made her cry and feel hurt

I hope someday she will be proud of me

She is what i need to be
A mix of compassion, emotions and beauty.

She is my Mother...

Words Of Harfouchism

He is the kind that is hard
And hides his feeling inside

He is the type that is kind and devoted to grant his family the best life

He is the kind that doesnt know how to show his love
And mask it behind being strong

He is the kind that wont let you see him cry

He is the kind that had sacrificied everything for my sister and me
The kind that has always supported me mentally

He is the kind that is protective
If you dont know him you might find him aggressive

He is the type that goes to church every week
The type that used to kiss me before i sleep

Its true that sometimes we didnt agree
Lots of fights happened between him and me

Still my only wish is for him to be proud of me

I love him and maybe never showed him

Maybe i grew up to be somehow like him

I love him and regret lots of things

I should have understood all this since i was a kid

He is the type that a son would be proud of to have

He is my Father
And i thank God for that..

Words Of Harfouchism

Dreamers
Schemers
Anarchists
Nihilists
Forgotten children of
London
Switzwerland
Shake yourself awake
From your shackles
Awake from your long slumber
Kick open the ceiling of your graves
More to burn today
Than the year
1890
catch
I just flipped you a boxfull of
matches
Michael bakunin at the cemetry gate
Barking
Hear his wolf scream
A call to arms
Time of no government
is here
Free yourself from the taranny
The terror of government
Of minister
Of head of state
I met a man who kept that guillotone shining
So when this moment arrives
From dust it will emerge
to redefine our path
Once again
Its long since we the people
Saw a caviar filled
Wine drenched
Head
Rolling in the piazza
Dreamers
Schemers
Anarchists
Nihilists
Forgotten children of
London
Switzwerland
Shake yourself awake
Awake from your long slumber
Kick open the rooves/ceiling of your graves
More to burn today
Than year
1890


They’ve burnt the earth
To rolls royce  around
Showing off their ill gotten gains
Impostors .

The earth is on fire
You next
Trust me
Their conspiracy
Stewing since the first bank note was printed
Their machines are here
Soon
You are surplus material
To be sacrificied
At the alta
Of
1%
Their twisted nirvan

Stoke your own fire
avoid conflagaration
Send the blaze
To their overrated parlament

I got an sms the other day
While on a tube from picadilly to london
The Barbarians are also coming .
Don’t be left behind
Great
grand daughter of the true humanist
The anarchists.