They told me to start over
But I’ve only begun
They said to change my course
That I am not the one
Yet I stand
High above the ground
I stand and I will not back down
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They told me to start over
But I’ve only begun
They said to change my course
That I am not the one
Yet I stand
High above the ground
I stand and I will not back down
.
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Image credit HERE
There’s so much more to you than you know
A memory that’s not yet old
Her, laying on my dorm room bed
Fever filling her head
Gun shots sounding closer and closer
Baghdad, what have we done?
I kiss her forehead, cover her with my blankets
Sister, what have we done?
I told her I have to step outside
But she couldn’t hear me
The small glass window was near me
And it was threatening to break
And everyone was screaming
I wished I’d been dreaming
But I thought I had to say my goodbyes
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Sister we’ve come so far
This truth had to be told
Before our story got too old
And everyone forgot we existed
Not much difference between you and I
Branches bare
Extended to the sky
Feeling the leaves falling
Insanity calling
And our heads remain high
We’re not different, you and I
Our roots extended beyond our view
And we are judged by where we were planted
Not by what we do
We bare fruits that offend the palate of few
But oh they don’t know the healing that we can brew
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Welcome back, they said
As I was born
Eyes refusing to open
Mouth protesting existence
-Another life time to live?
Another lesson to learn?
I have lived too many lives to count
Yet I am still being reborn
For a lesson I refused to learn
There it goes
Hiding behind logic and what it knows
An idea that’s not fully formed
The thought changes and grows
Quietly lurking in a corner of my brain
Not ready to scream out its name
Without a passport I travel
To lands of my own
To a world that does not require
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I have witnessed a dictator’s death due to his own greed
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The dead trees cried to me once
It is cold here
Help me—too big to have a shelter, too attached to my roots to move
The cold winters took away my loyal leaves
Left me with naked branches, lonely
Cover me…help me
But I didn’t hear them; I was too cold to pay attention
(By me, written March 2010)
Slowly comes
Then all at once
Words run through my brain
As I lay in bed to rest my head
The whole world screams