He said he’ll hold my hand
But here I am, falling on my own
Oceans deep or sands
I don’t think he’ll notice what’s wrong
My Guardian Angel
I will find you a way out
(He promised)
I will find another way
This cruel life is not what was promised
This cruel life is not where I plan to stay
Soul trapped in a body
Forgetting it’s purpose and its “why”
Spirit overtaken by a television screen
Forgetting how to fly
(دجاجة جدتي (ترجمة
-“هو كدجاجة جدتي”
هذا كان تعريفي لالله , حين كنت ستة سنين من العمر
رئيتها تجلس على بيضها و على بيض البط
و تعتني بالبط كما تعتني بالدجاج
و وجتها كالله, تعتني بالكل رغم الشكل و اللون
Where?
I lost it, somewhere
Between parking lots
Traffic lights
And
TV screens
That magic I used to see, unaided
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The Universe in My Hair
I found the magic
Hidden
Underneath a rock
I found the pieces
The big bang had left
Scattered in my hair
And I knew then
I was as old as this universe
And as young as I liked to believe I was
.
.
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Simple Things
The vines gave way
As if they were welcoming me
And the trees danced with glee
The vibrations of the ground synchronized with my own
And I knew then
I was finally home
.
.
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Adam- Or So They Said
He asked for forgiveness
For crimes he’s yet to commit
For the falling angels, and the apple they ate
Just Be
I’ve been cursed since birth
Of knowing the truth
I see a smile and it makes me ache
A Realization [Almost]
For a moment, much too short
I discovered the truth that can’t be told
Then as I woke
It was all forgotten once more
Grandma’s chicken
“He’s… He’s like grandma’s chicken”
Stranger Paths 
