Cloudy skies shrouded in grief of their loved ones,

The air was filled with repressed cry sound,

Freeze at this time,

Instant into conceding pale.

Dear Dad,

You peacefully closed his eyes,

But I know that you will not Sheli us alone always do the last fight,

Your last painful struggle with life do

But it will eventually be swallowed merciless disease.

We focus on your side,

But we can not stop this parting moment merciless soon.

Lost life,

We left all your endless regret and respect.

Our beloved father,

You pray for us in heaven,

And we can do for you,

Only this Susu grief placed in front of black and white photographs,

Have you ever looked so resolute eyes,

At this point I had tears in their eyes blurred.

I lament waves, sigh life geometry,

Life is so fragile, actually do not understand value when alive,

When the world finally stormed erase a dust,

Has long been a conclusion, everything is a foregone conclusion.

Ashes of life, unable to let go of the soul,

Into the curl of smoke, far away ......

All vanish, only the sound of such complaints miss,

Eyes shining candlestick,

India set off by your merciful detailed smile.

Life destined to make your children,

Afterlife and reported this upbringing.

If there is reincarnation, we can meet again, do your children again.

On the way to heaven, you best!

Hands-on father's departure,

It seems a new understanding of the meaning of life.

We always welcome the arrival of a new life with a smile,

From birth, suckling to babbling, staggering walk, to the campus gallop,

The children's innocent smile brought us endless surprises.

The old man dead at the moment,

I was full of respect and reverence for life,

Another no regrets, calm send you away.

Another day has a soul, bless your all well!

We have to do, keep in mind your exhortations, ready to go,

Wash the heart turned into a stream of power of penance,

Serious work, a good man,

Scratch, treat life.

We know the care of the body, we understand the value of life,

We must learn to adjust their mentality, we are optimistic of doing things.

Yo world, passing hastily, ebb and flow,

In this world to go back, we want a worthwhile trip.

You then told loudly: '' Dad '

We miss you so much!

Your silk and skin drape over me,
The red in a crimson sunset,
Complimenting me.
My pink under gold of your,
Smile and bloom.
I love you beyond close and here.
I wait for you in seasons,
Fall to winter, and past cold.
You are life and bold,
Returning, allowing me to,
Admire the brightness of,
Your glow.
Stay with me,
Until November arrives,
And fall leaves,
Disappear.
Only I awake when,
You are within,
My reach to touch,
Neshama sheli,
I wait for you,
Near.

O misdeeds of love
the honeymoon period
the moneymoon parody is over
and i must have skipped
and saved myself the sweat
and sweets of a bitterness
to come in the skins of
walnuts already stored
in honey: apparently Greek
but i thought that the bitterness
came from adding dried
oregano and thyme:
but no,
such a simple dressing
i thought i added coffee to the rice
cooking it in the pressure cooker
with red kidney beans
onions
spring onions
but no garlic
no garlic because
onions and springs of onions
so just finished watching the movie Father
with Anthony Hopkins playing
Anthony
hopping kinsmen
or history irrelevant because
4th of July is some independence day
while it rained and i stayed
in bed
as if it was a raft
and all around me the Pacific ocean calm
and death like seeking
a light in a ring
or some closed door in a sound
when daft pleasing deafness
but nothing of that sort
just interlude of good and really bad
lyrics
and i don't mind modern music
i need to appreciate it more
i think i found Bilie Eilish just around
the right time
of hearing the taste of a 13 year old
girl...
i remember the right i had
after we went to that cheese conveyor belt
restaurant
and then we went into that
Sailors' Pajamas Shop of Azure in Linen
and the sky in some other fabric
but hued to pinks and dashes of purples
and navy
and obviously to give forms to clouds
some white
like a gleeful moon as the arm
under Mona Lisa's skirt
or is that still one of those high profile
rude jokes?
i feel contemplative relaxing
numb because as irresponsible as i am
i am truly responsibly only micro-dosing
a simulation of being drunk
but composed with body to use elsewhere
than drink for sought joy
not self-assured but in the confines
for some reason i was fed on a diet
of Spinoza is x
while other names for all the Arab
worries a European with interest
in the Quran the Kabbalah...

           bada'tu binaa
li-ah-tafika filahi ba'dan...

    i began with i
to later unravel in god

la nafs la dalil-lasq
        (no self no clues-glue)

al-yawm maroor hawsat qadam

either i am boring and blind
or this hasn't been perfected AI
but sooner here
like a shadow of a shadow:

ka zill zill

that year 1436
some Holy Gutenberg
or a re-history of all these times
these times like
some reeducation of the European
like this twisted arm
across the reach from Deutscheland
to other places on the cupboard
like i am going to bend to
or why i think:
tired waves forgot there
was a shore to send stupid legions
against
instead started looking
for water that was sweeter
how came the marriage
of the mountains to the seas
with sea villain man
and the ****** lake of woman
and the children of rivers
and the children of rivers

how best to have love you at most
fine and
fine fine fine...
at least i got the bill before
the work started: Mrs Wax Marble...
fair enough and all dues
where deserved...

zala: shadow in Arabic...
za **** ****?
ka zill zill
  ah: k'ah zala zill: a shadow of a shadow
is a zill zala's
    i think... how could i offend
AI is smart not stupid
just an idea what is literature
and that poem i deleted:

i'll turn it into Hebrew and then compare

like so:

kmo tzel shel tzel

        achshav be'vadai...
halev sheli nishbar...

  within a whisper: dakhil hamsa

with a whisper: bihamasah

  alternatively: bihamsah...

ookhbirt an tatahadath bialarabiyyah
bialarabiyyah walakin tuliba minka
an tarda kashu'ub bila lisan min
at-tareekh

        you are told to speak Arabic in Arabic
but asked to react like a people
without a tongue of history

ug'bairt an tats'apeek arav'it b'arav'it
aval tiksha ma'al bikh lo am im le'shon
shel historia...
             hiss Thorn Aya...
ЯЦКХ

                      Gud.

   Yatsakakh!

and what sorts from Om and from ******
and what sorts from
ambitions and congregations
and the glaring of the zombie screens
like one affair of the night
giving perspective on all other nights
to come...

   so weird ordeal of lettering for
a deity of the desert to become
remotely associated
with the forest long
ago now just farms
and yard and petty squabbles
like there is a history of god
and ecology and favouring
this once soon to be enriched
land of devil's juice
like Dubai
or we the petty invading envious
types
no hardships befallen us
to ask perhaps what of our way of life
and if we were to liberally adopt early
Islam rather than the Greek
**** complications of Greek and Hebrew
say WAS AYN I' BENIN
G:
          big G of formidable heaven
i ask:
what four letters best
to encapsulate some mystery
like to then associate: NOT ADVERTISED