embodied the tangle
and the brush
fair locks
full of sleep
and sunshine
dreams
and restless
dark winds

treasures
and keepsakes
coveted

I proclaim the love of Christ
I proclaim the love of Christ
I proclaim it in my heart
For the rest of my life;
I proclaim the love of Christ

Such a love that does not envy,
Suffers long and retains plenty;
Love as it bleed but not paraded itself,
Kind enough to die on the cross for all else.

… the love of Christ
I proclaim it forever.

The aliens won't ever come for me
when I'm lying in my bed at night.
Awakening, I'll never see
odd grey heads looming in my sight.

I won't ever feel the curdling shock
of strange grey creatures lifting me,
or the fearful sudden knock
of paralysis hit my sweating body.

They'll never take me to their ship
to do their weird examinations,
or tag me with a micro chip
to track my subsequent locations.

A veil of sadness
was pierced,
the fabric of sorrow
ripped.

In moments
a rippling silence
eschewed.

I was liberated
from a shroud
that bound my grief,
I am now a silken thread
fixed to spin,

in silent whorls.

I know you miss my silly talks,
the silence which speaks a lot,
the sharing in everything.
every moment day or night,
secretly wish to stick together
with every beep of our heart.

But you never say it...
Just let it out...,
Let your heart flow to me

This used to be my home
where tears and laughter bloom
nothing fancy inside
but a love which shines bright

White paint on the old walls
now turned to shades of grey.
and here, i remember
the sound of children at play
and my father's deep voice
as he reads the Qur'an
while his students listen
accepting his guidance.

As I entered the rooms
I shared with my siblings,
I find myself missing
moments i hold so dear..
the childhood without fear

Do you all know,
one day yet
to one's birthday
one is a child
and
a day after the 18th birthday
one becomes a man(woman)

now tell me
a crime committed on a day
short of 18
one is dealt with
like one was a kid
and
a day after he cuts the eighteenth slice
he becomes a man

then what is his position
as he cuts the cake
and
pierces his ex

will you treat him
as a man
o tell me
fair man!

I think I know.

You don’t think I know.

I don’t think you know.

But you think you know.

You think, I know

but you know I think.

so you think, I don’t know,

I don’t think I know.

You think I know

I know I don’t think,

but I know you think,

so I think, I don’t know.

You don’t always think,

I think, that I know.

I don’t always think,

you know that, I think.

I think I know

you don’t think I know.

But I think you know

I don’t think - I know.

This is the year of the strong woman
As you are well deserved of such honor;
Your strength is mighty uncommon,
Motivating future generations asunder.

Your time is now…

This is the year of the beauty in you,
You have persevered all trying times;
You let no one discredit your value,
And nothing stultifies you and your shine.

The hour is yours…

2014, the year of Strong Women
Around the world, everyday, all day;
Congratulations to the women!
You deserve to have it your way.

her scab was a brown smudge
the flooring birch and rugged
broken assed downtown
like the door held up on its
gate hinges with industrial
screws

dont ask me about it
she whirled in with a world on
her hard hip
the smoke from lifes roadblock
fires still in her long cascade
of molten hot hair
black as a fallen angel
the chipped tooth softening
her smile

(like an escapists file)