Freedom

1."I'm shipping greed off my address, you'll see tonight. There will be victims in the sky and clouds that guard your sight, but you will see and you will remember me. Last year, I wrote a poem titled struggle and left it struggling. This year, I gave my vision to take yours but you gave back nothing. I'll no longer hold your greed."

2. "Remember letting go? It's my furthest knowledge of an end; the most uncertain and clearest to comprehend. Time relates to my constant yearn, but never to my clinging. It tells me to scream when it's my turn but instead I keep on singing. I'm always saving my life and writing another story. I'm always throwing my body in a dead sea, reaching for what the tied is bringing. Remember letting go?"

3. "I want to bloom, not grow. I want to be naked to this space, not standing in the row. This system only finds me after scanning my lines. I want to be found within my rhymes. I want to discover pride in the chaos we've built under our shame. We're haunted with what we hold in and hold on to. We're flaunted with our names."

4. "Culture is a window, not a cage. It has tapestry on its edges and poetry that travels with age. It is not an identification for your alignment or morality. It is a work of art, not a test of infidelity. Be and let it be."
  لا شيء بعد هذا الطريق 

لا شيء بعد هذا الطريق
 لا حجر ولا صخر ولا ازفلت
لا شيء بعد هذا الطريق
حتى ارتطام الموج في الهواء و ازدراء الشمس من السماء
 لا شي بعد هذا الطريق 

لا شيء لي
لا عيون ولا ايادِ .. لا شي
ستذهب هذه اللحظات مع المدى.. سَيَعرِفني واعرفه
   سيعلّمني ان أنيني لا يخلق صدى ويغطيني بمعطفه
لا ضوء يكشف سرنا ولا درس يعلّم اسمنا
وسأعلم، مرة اخرى، لا شيء

Sanity

"My skin is sensing desiccation to the water in your island. I will spill my share until I settle on a chair and watch your performance."

"I'll write you a song and two and three, but then I'll choose the sea."
"You won't find titles or harmony; you can't fight my testimony. Know I left it here."
"Then I'll come back for the walls and dirty curtains."

"I'll write you a song and two..."
"You'll write a symphony but you don't sing."
"I'll find speakers for my inner strength."
"You'll find loss and more lines you cannot cross. You'll find fear."
"But I've seen worse."
"It didn't make you braver. It trapped your behavior and left you sailing for a harbor."
"I'm on land and it dried up into desert. My feet scratches silence with every touch; I walk like an awakening alert. Whisper in my ear and you'll cough. Fight this atmosphere and the oxygen won't be enough."
"I'm closer to an end than I am to a start. If this is a story, don't tell the last part."

Two people lay on the chair before the street and after my leaning body and cold feet. The ground was calling with the sound of an engine. A bus arrived to an intervention. There was them but when the doors closed, I found myself emotionally overdosed; lonely, spelling the lost and attached. I knew then that my sanity had sent me on another wrong track.