writing – Stranger Paths

Reincarnation

We are pieces
The big bang had left
Same atoms
Finding new ways of expression
And they called it reincarnation
Then the meaning was lost

House of Mud

In a house of mud and straw

Forged by those I dearly know

A place where I often, in my memory, go

But I can not stay

There

I run

On tiles of clay

Hand made by a husband and a wife grandma and grandpa

Big part of my precious life

Vultures

The vultures were hunted down

No one left to clean up the dead

Bodies filled the ground

Blood hasn’t dried yet

No one left to grieve

To pray

Or to mend

The heart that was broken

Right before the end

Stimulus Check Equivalent in Iraq

For hours, in lines we waited

Feet bare

Flies and mosquitoes hung in the air

The afternoon sun could not be kind

As it left no shelter for us to hide

Until we got our sacks of flour and some rice

Enough to fill our bellies and dampen our cries

Obstrepeeous

Silent was the crowd
After moments of obstreperous cheering
As they learned that her death
Was not in the script
Was not in the play
But they couldn’t help staring

Fortunes

I craved it

The thing I hated the most

The dry hot air

The lack of clouds

The mosquitoes in my hair

I craved what I once wished to escape

Now living in a land where no palm trees grow

Where no one knows

How to say my name

Alien

Became I

Refusing to cry

Over my fortunes

Poisonous Plants

Did you plant this vine

The one that poisoned your hand

Did you set it free in your garden, in your land

This poison that you can’t seem to find

Is crippling your mind

Like that vine

That someone else planted

When their entrance was never granted

But their thoughts slipped away

Finding roots in your bay

And you allowed them to stay

Cause you needed the company

Until your body was covered in a rash

And your mind started to dash

Across the negativity of their thoughts

Can you now realize

That you are not ill

That there’re poisonous plants, still

Lingering in your garden, in your mind

Rid away with them all

And stand

Strong

Once more

Slipping

Time is slipping away

And I hoped you would stay

But I’ll be slipping too

I wished you well

I wished you good

I’ve done all I know I could

But time

Is my enemy and time is my friend

I wished I could see it till the end

But time is slipping away

And I will be slipping too

Dam

He said

My words

Are not truly mine

I don’t feel the inspiration all the time

Like a river that has run dry

My fruits die

And I

Wait for the dam

To break loose

I ask him

Why

Does he continue to rely

On others to tear down the block

He looks at me with a shock

He realizes

He’s had the tools all along

Feeling empowered and strong

He breaks the barriers

And writes a new song

Pieces

We were forged out of the same stone

Ages ago

Then we were separated

The big bang scattered us like ash

As they speculated

But the magnetic field was too strong

And it couldn’t have dissipated

Life time after another

We mange to find each other

Putting pieces that were lost

Back together

And the image becomes clear

The memory of that stone

Inches near

Until we become one

Whole again

I have missed you

My dear friend