Abu Dhabi

the faces and the towers,

a cloudless sky in its blue,

the roads that lead to nowhere and everywhere

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the bird and the sky

i don’t know the way of the sky

i am a bird of the wind

feel the brush on my skin,

my quill feather may fail

 

a canvas of white spreads,

above the clouds,

a worthiness to live,

a worthiness to die

 

a penny tossed from the sky

from birth to death,

the faces of gods

and the hope to live the heavens

 

 

 

 

Rubble

A broken self in a shattered mirror
Blur it’s image
A reflection of a father gone
But a ghost of me
These voices in my head

Mother curses
She cries at the stars,
And shuns my face
That I look like him,
A happiness to the flames

Slay

What is life without struggle?
The soul of success
The worth, time
Sweat and tears
If one is to know pleasure,
Then a sacrifice of a young heart he must slay

Scars of addiction

It is the guilt,
Regret, plunging self-esteem
Hate, worthlessness,
Prejudice, hopelessness,
Secrecy, deception,
Desire, emptiness,
Rage, craziness,
Weakness, satisfaction,
Relief, anguish,
Brokenness, betrayal,
Joy, thrill,
Sadness, anger,
Hurt, misery,
Abuse, depression,
Loneliness, boredom,
Power, control,
Dreams, fantasies,
Violence, and suicide
That wound up,
The scars of addiction

image

No saint

am no holier than those before me,
nor those to come after
am a man with an eye
searching for a light in blindness
wisdom, in endless perversions of flesh,
and love, beyond corners of stone graves
the blood of my soul,
that i use to cleanse my past,
of filthy hands and feet,
when the sun rose tocast my dark shadow

Like the wise

They rely on endless pools of knowledge
Understanding the fine walls with which they were built
Expanding each day like those of kingdom
And devouring slowly the weak lands of folly

They drink from them each day,
Rejuvenating their weary spirits each night,
That they shall blossom come tomorrow morning at sunrise

They spread wide petals of beautiful color,
Attracting forth swarms of bees
Hardworking and dedicated,
To uphold the mighty columns of the hive

Like the wise, a flower

Like the wise, a bee

Like the wise, a hive

And like the wise, a constructed frame of knowledge
Understood to depth,
The patterns with which each rod was laid

Tatters of trust

The blades of betrayal cut deep,
Through the fabrics of the heart

A world never the same again
Contrastive, a true self revealed

The hypocritical roses of love,
Lying in these webs of deceit,

Lured by soft words of a smooth tongue
To be broken at the cliff of bliss

Now, fallen to the dark world of the unforgiving,
A vindictive soul garbed in tatters of trust

The prisoner’s creed

The past defines not my present,
Even though its shadow,
Dark like a moonless night,
Tries endlessly to devour my illuminated soul

But rather, like the stars,
My honest deeds shine bright now,
That even in the wake of my sorrows,
I look back,

now and tomorrow,
At the man I was,
The man I am now,
The man I want to become,

And will, God be my guide,
Surely be…

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