Question in the horizon
Look away over the horizon some say it melts the sky in this mix of orange and red colors of a heart searching questions with no limits in sight formless responses in an unbound space
Look away over the horizon some say it melts the sky in this mix of orange and red colors of a heart searching questions with no limits in sight formless responses in an unbound space
An end
looms
the obsolete
breaks
the flow of life
cuts off
frustration
The clock ticks endlessly
Stealing the minutes
Right under my nose
Time is running away
Numbers keep changing
On the oven’s screen
A continuous roll of digits
— In response to the Lebanese Protests — To iterate the madness of life through the domination of people in controlling resources, finances, and choking the populace. Men and women in power are blinded by too much power and their lifestyle. I wrote Stand, a poem calling my people to stand up for their rights…
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It blows in the forgotten corners
a melody
the one forgotten
not hummed anymore
at every waking
I don’t see you anymore
Though your face never leaves
My mind
In the path for us
Back
To centuries
FEATURED POET – Gibran Khalil Gibran
I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;
Tired
Of the day
Of the month
In my waking
my sleeping
Tired
My mind has trouble
Focus is lamentable
Presence is absence
life has its own way
inviting itself back
into the feeble body
it bubbles with subtelty
it was an encounter
like no other that afternoon
as the sun set
its lights on the palm fronds
she looked at me
with her big eyes