This time
I proved my own self wrong
I made my wish with a desire so strong
That even the gods couldn’t refuse it
I stood at the gates of hell
Banging on the flames they held
Wishing to have fled
Before their warnings
And I made it out alive
For you and I
To once more
Be embraced by heaven
I proved myself wrong
When I thought I could not be strong
Enough to withstand this hell I’m in
Tell me why do you keep on giving in?
There’s a subtle difference in our understanding
The picture you paint
And the one I see
Are different
But I nod
Understanding
There is a subtle difference
In our experience
And the memories I had
Are sightly different
Than those you had
Laying next to me
My angel wore no cape
Had no wings
My angel flew in airplanes
She’s crazy more times than sane
My angel has more than one name
She’s
a sister
a mother
a friend
My angel always held my hand
And told me that we’ll be ok
Even if we don’t make it through the day
Heaven awaits
Part II
Of Positively & Philosophy
Book info here
-What are you?
I am a human
-But where were you born?
Here on Earth
As if it was OK to question my humanity
Just because
My color is not dark enough nor light
My color is a puzzling one
Golden like the sun
Mined from a womb of the first civilization on Earth
Sumerian
Between Tigris and the Euphrates
I thirst
I gather myself to reply
To the question of why
I am here
As if they had a better reason to be on this Earth
I am here to survive
To touch more than one life
To tell a story of those before
Of how life continues through the war
I am here because I refused not be
I decided it was my right to be free
I am here because I chose to stay alive
And to show
Those like you
Who never knew
A human with a different color
Or accent
That it is OK to be different
Don’t cry
For the children
Starving
For you are too
Starved
Out of war emerged a Phoenix
Out of boredom of watching T.V.
You learned to look outside
Not knowing who you are
I AM HERE
Cries your ghost
But you change the channel
Then try to find inspiration
At an empty bar
Don’t cry for starving children
Cry for those
Not knowing they are starved
My first poetry collection is published and I’m so excited to share it with you all!
Here’s a look inside Stranger Paths, The Magic in The Madness Poetry Collection by me, R.J. Zarkani
Available for sell on Amazon and Kindle
For more information click HERE
How did you lose your footing
On a dry day
How did you find no other option
And have nothing to say
You are one in MILLIONS
Not meant to give up your right
Here to be inspired
Here to keep up the fight
Don’t lose your footing to a brick
On your path
Arms stretching out
Feeling the boarders of my imagination
Running my fingers on an unseen destination
How could I see things I can not imagine?
How could I become what I do not dare to be?
This box
Was not
Made
For
ME
.
.
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Stranger Paths 
