Few of my million daily thoughts, stories, and poems survive the battles in my head and make it to this blog.
Help me give them a louder voice.
(All poems are written by me, you can call me Zee)
Smell of a morning breeze Is all I need Somedays To sweep me back To my old place Home Or so I called it Is where fairies and elves Gathered To keep me safe To ward off evil To get me to this morning breeze To days like these I think of thanking them Those…
And I wish I can But my skin, my color, shows God’s plans I can never forget the wars you caused The “Oh lookout, might be a terrorist” thoughts Two buildings And MILLIONS of casualties of war One plane that begun it all . . Image Credit HERE
I had wandered far And after all I found you The thing that was never missing The thing I refused to see The missing piece was just me . . Image Credit HERE
Flat rooftops Candles in my hands Listening to counting crows Baghdad you don’t look like Baltimore Baghdad I don’t know you anymore But I’m still here On rooftops Counting buildings As they disappear . . Image Credit HERE
Enslaved Without knowing No shackles But we’re not going Here we stay Our tomorrows Much like today
My road was strange On this path, I’ve changed The stillness within me grew I’ll find my home again Then I’ll trap it within And Never let go . . Image credit HERE
He said he hated himself Then he realized The self he hates And the self doing the hating Are separate entities So he killed what he hated Whilst living … Inspired by Eckhart Tolle