passing notes

i wanted to write a poem about your beauty
about the way it makes me feel inside
probably something cheesy about me being a prisoner of your love
but then i thought i should just say what i feel
instead of coming up with some corny metaphors
so here goes
i think you're fucking hot
there
that's better than any lame poem i would have come up with

the wicked saint

stigmata of the spirit
to prevent it from running wild

mumblings

i am who i think i am ...

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it seems that the revolution fad is no longer as "in" as it used to be ...

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as i drove down the street
beautiful music playing in my ears
i saw her standing there
i wish i could've pulled over and talked to her
but all i did instead
was honk in admiration

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dear God
i'm really sorry
you are the most merciful
that is why i believe you will accept this apology

the last supper

i brought pizza
there was soup
and sambusa
i'm assuming she made them
i didn't ask
they tasted awful
her parents were out of town
i had to leave
evening shift
and i never saw her again

daydreams

hi
hello
buy you a drink
sure
what's your name
****
what's yours
my name is ******** but most people call me *****
what do you do
well i'm a low level manager
but i hate what i do
i don't enjoy it
well what do you want to do
i want to do bad things to you

R

your curls are like a curvy highway
that i want to navigate with my fingers

bachelor pad

a steaming cup of noodles
scented candles that have never been lit
and some scented candles that have
a heap of laundry
an air conditioner hums in the background
the room is dimly lit
but the adjacent room isn't
so it balances out
it's dark outside
you can tell because the window doesn't have curtains
also the clock is showing that it's past 8 pm
he is tired after a long day of work
lying in bed like he usually does when he is not working
in a few hours he'll be asleep
in a few more hours his phone will ring
it's the alarm
playing beautiful music
telling him it's time to do it all over again

the hunter

it lurks in the shadows
but as soon as the prey is sighted
it springs into action
chasing after it
with the speed of a thousand horses
the prey tries to escape
but to no avail
there can be no other outcome
it leaps into the air
and lands with a deadly bite
sinking its teeth in
deeper and deeper
and so the feasting begins
the flesh is consumed
satisfied now
it gets up slowly and leaves
a smile on its face
all covered in blood

faith

no matter how i far i walk
every time i look back
i can still see it

staying strong

underneath everything
and i do mean everything
there is something
and underneath that
there is nothing

prison blues

sitting in a cell
while the warden stands guard
staring out of the window
at my house
across the street

unblocking the past

sitting at choices
talking about choices
it was ramadan
she sprayed cologne on her wrists
her hair looked beautiful
we had a nice talk
i was such a fool back then
but i digress
what was i talking about
ah yes
choices
we narrowed it down to two
the fun bad
and the peace of mind
rare wisdom from such a shallow person
such a fool

window reflections

it glows with every breath
a bright orange flame
he exhales the smoke
clouds of happiness
making him feel more alive
while bringing him closer to death

the general's daughter

a simple card ... a gift ... and some cake ...
that was all it took ...
to leave an eternal mark on the wall ...
to bring light into an otherwise dark place ...
to turn black into white ...
but alas ...
society can be truly cruel sometimes ...

suck on this shakespeare

here is another poem i wrote ... i call it inside the sunshine ...

the perfect moment
black as midnight
flickering neon lights
fluttering curtains
it's raining outside
a banging noise
or is it a rattling noise
perhaps both
two becoming one
fulfilling the dream

poetry hour

here is a nonsense poem i wrote ... well on the surface it's nonsense ... but it's actually really deep and thoughtful ...
i call it volcanoes in the dark ...

your aztec song calls my soul
the bubble puts me in a trance
with its mesmerizing movement
i cannot look away
such a beautiful color
the color of peanut butter
the creamy kind
i must cross the canyon
to reach the woods

Arabic Poetry

for those who like arabic poetry ... there is a nice site i found today that has a huge database ...
if you don't have any poets in mind ... i recommend ahmad matar ...

قصيدة قمم للشاعر مظفر النواب

قمم

قمم..

معزى على غنم

جلالة الكبش

على سمو نعجة

على حمار

بالقدم

وتبدأ الجلسة

لا

ولن

ولم

ونهي فدا خصاكم سيدي

والدفع كم ؟!

ويفشخ البغل على الحضور

حافريه

لا . نعم

وينزل المولود

نصف عورة

ونصف فم

مبارك .. مبارك

وبالرفاه والبنين

أبرقوا لهيئة الأمم

أم قمم

كمب على كمب

أبا كمباتكم

على أبيكم

جائفين

تغلق الأنوف منكم الرمم

وعنزة ... مصابة برعشة

في وسط القاعة بالت نفسها

فأعجب الحضور ..

صفقوا .. وحلقوا...

بالت لهم ثانية

وستعر الهتاف...

كيف بالت هكذا ..!!!

وحدقوا .. وحللوا...

وأجلوا

ومحصوا

ومصمصوا

وشخت الذمم

وأهبلتكم أمكم

هذا دم أم ليس دم ؟؟!

يا قمة الأزياء

يا قمة الأزياء

سوّدت وجوهكم

من قمة

ما أقبح الكروش من أمامكم

وأقبح الكروش من ورائكم

ومن يشابه كرشه فما ظلم

قمم ... قمم .. قمم...

قمم

معزى على غنم

مضرطة لها نغم

لتنعقد القمة

لا تنعقد القمة

لا.تنعقد القمة

أي تفو على أول من فيها

إلى آخر من فيها

من الملوك .. والشيوخ .. والخدم

ربّ وامعتصماه انطلقت ** ملء أفواه الصبايا اليتم

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Relatives of a Palestinian who was killed in an Israel air strike mourn during his funeral in Gaza on Sunday, December 28, 2008. REUTERS/Ibraheem Abu Mustafa (GAZA)

Background Noise

background noise

i was walking along
when i thought i heard something
i stopped and looked around
there it was again
i definitely heard it this time
but i continued to walk
pretending not to hear it