My [occupied] Valentine

Promises are hearts and you break them all the time
Learn the difference between what's yours and what's mine
You kill me for my land and say it's self defense
I don't fall for cruel lies and evil pretense
But the rest of the world is at your bloody feet
And Your
Coward, weapon-laden soldiers are still so weak

You use the victim card without restriction
With it
Remove my people, no notice of eviction

I'm a Palestinian not born and not raised
Parents kicked out in '47 and '68
They say we breed nothing but vengeance and hate
When all we want is a peaceful two-state

Keep the land you stole from underneath our feet
For now
And let our blood not flow like rivers in streets

God will serve justice, no chocolates, no roses
You sacrificed beauty, peace. What you chose is
Gonna be bolder and stronger than your caterpillar
Your heartless state won't know what hit her


The worst of crimes
You've committed against
Palestine

Palestine, Valentine, So divine, You'll be mine

Bounty Hunted

I drew the curtains and saw the looming gloom. I prayed He divert it. The response, as always, was immediate.  If I could thank Him for all He has given, ten eternities wouldn't be enough. So I pause from the exhaustion of trying to repay with gratitude. Except I can never repay something that did not reduce the bestower's bounty. Endless, incorruptible, unchangeable.

All praise is to God. Lord of the worlds.

Oblivion

Veins throbbing, yet he didn't have an inkling. He would soon discover that his heart was beating faster than the speed of light, and nothing but death could slow it down. His chest was closing in, and he didn't know why. He was slowly loosing focus, and his vision began to blur. His thoughts began to mix with his speech. The mumbling turned to revelation and his mind lost control. His heart, after all, was the most powerful organ in his body. His balance, of course, was next, and he lost that too. He slid slowly, onto the dark marble floor, and reached for stability, which he did not find. His head against the wall, and his legs limp in front of him, he can only blame the cause.

Cold Crystal

Each glimmers
Blinding beauty builds
Shoulders shiver
Understated chills

Soft, delicate crystals
Moved by monsters
Plead to shimmer
On a world that's become dimmer

I sing to tiny diamonds
My view is of privilege
Behind frosted window
Hot cocoa and slippers

Plowed into mountains
We mourn the loss of uniformity
No longer can they hold hands
And grace us with effervescence

Warned but hasty
We lost the beauty
We let down patience
And birthed a slimy habitat

My apologies
On behalf of these
Humans with no humanity
Dicing thee
Mercilessly
Just to get to work

Beautify my Memories

Memories never fail. It is the remitter's actions which can be a failure. And since we know our present motions will ingrain themselves in our memories, why allow them to be shameful? Because we value the moment over the future. We bias the fulfillment of our desires to our present self, and ignore and neglect our future self. We slowly build momentum, being careless of the decisions our future will face due to these actions, until we get so close to the cliff. And since our past self was so careless and cut the break cables, we are heaved into space and sucked by gravity: we fall. We fail. Be mindful of potential pitfalls. Plan to procure potions to push away the petrifying perturbances. Place faith in the true guidance and follow it. Be considerate of your future self, and set a path that leads only to Paradise.

Water Sun

When I turned my face to the closest position I could be to Him, He heaved His love, it traveled at the speed of heaven, and drenched my back like a dam breaking until it drown me.

And now my heart floats. In the sea of incorruptible serenity. Untouchable. This inexplicable happiness spread in the water and increased its reflectivity. The sun envied the light and prayed to attain this gift. Undeserved, unanticipated, gushing waves rush through lush forests and crush trees to bring more, and more, and more. Because He is the source of infinity, so why can't He bless me endlessly, without reason, without warning, and without terms of repayment.

I am free.

Finally.

I am free.

Forever

I always believed I would die young.
Or perhaps I'd hoped for it.
And if I do die young, this post will be quite beautiful.

Maybe she was an angel. Maybe she was a human who had the ability to speak to what is paining you.
I was perfectly numb.
She spake of the world and how it shackles you. And I listened.
And when my heart was hurting, she spake of the world and how it shackles you. And I healed.
And when my soul was confused about the future, she spake again. And I hoped.
And in the oddest moment of slight sadness and overwhelming happiness, she spake. And my soul was flooded.

Above the highest of mountains and in the deepest of waters, my soul spread itself beyond the confines of our tribulations. Wingspan of infinity, at the speed of the darkness before the light could reach it, I breathed in the divinely blessed realm of the 'other.' I belong not to this world, nor do I wish to belong to it. I have found something grander, something irreplaceable, untraceable untameable. Attainable through truth.


All praise is to God.
Lord of the worlds.