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Flame-Licked Heels
I’ve been working on
Coming back from
The dead
Realising reality
Living in this world
Becoming me
I don’t have to know who I am
But I must know that I am
I am, I am, I am
I don’t have to know what I am
To deserve to be
I’m working on being,
Just being
Because I’ve been existing
Mindless, automatic, numb
Best autopilot, me
Coming back from the dead
...Monday 6th February 2023 11:45 pm
Life Tapestry
Friday 31st December 2021 11:09 pm
Path Finding
Imagine all the paths that we
Might take from where we are.
Those that keep us local.
Those that take us far.
Imagine going round in circles
Or off tangentially.
Think of trekking to a mountain
Or travelling overseas.
Imagine all the sights and sounds,
The people we might find.
The things we haven't done yet.
The places left behind.
Imagine now the path of air
From breathing in ...
Wednesday 24th February 2021 5:37 am
On Being A Phoenix
We die a million deaths each day.
The death of all those other ways
we could have taken.
The death of dreams each moment we
discard the possibility
we could have made them.
If we stopped breathing every time
another aspect of us died,
there'd be no breathing.
All we can do to justify
this situation, make it right,
is be a phoenix.
Friday 1st January 2021 1:46 am
We Feel
Some time ago
My skin turned wooden
My feet moulded into one
Foot
I slipped
And smudged the painted grid
On the marble floor
Another time I fell
And did not stop
I rolled right off the board
It was not a conscious decision
To spectate rather than participate
But it happened
As it does to many
Who give up on giving
When you undertake solely seeing
You relinquish being
But not feeli...
Saturday 21st November 2020 7:27 pm
Choice
An orange morning,
a fresh aromatic air,
and a cup of coffee
might make you crazily cool.
The multi-colour roses,
a lush-green garden,
and the love-filled people
might sway you in a romantic realm.
The dark clouds,
a thunderstorm,
and a forked lightning
might throw you in a scary field.
The bad guys,
an evil thought,
and the black habits
might drive you glum and burri...
Wednesday 3rd June 2020 8:04 am
Everyone chooses for himself ...
Everyone chooses for himself:
A woman, a religion, and the path.
You can serve the devil or the lass.
Everyone chooses for himself.
Everyone chooses for himself:
A word for love or just a prayer,
A sword for the duel, shelter as a lair.
Everyone chooses for himself.
Everyone chooses for himself:
Shield and armor, staff and a hat.
The service to the greed...
Friday 19th April 2019 7:50 pm
Arrive Alive
Road crashes are every minute
Here and there, in every point
More than a million killed a year
And speed is death, no doubt
“Drive Safely” is only choice
ٍSafety belt, has no "price"
Come back safe for the family
We live "once", not twice
Road is not real excuse
But the behavior is a main cause
For crashes all over that world
No more anger .. no abuse
Friday 5th April 2019 9:08 pm
The choice
Translation of my Arabic Poem (“The Choice”)
Who, in the World, chooses his birth?
Who chooses his family and children?
Who chooses his fate and country?
Who chooses the time to go to heaven?
But it is possible to choose our day
To sincerely care about family and work
This will be the first right step to our future
To achieve our goals while we're alive
Your name and countr...
Monday 25th February 2019 8:11 pm
The Bleeding Edge
The razor thin space between
stimuli and response
is decision.
I decided to put a
romcom relationship
where love never ends
and be, just friends.
It was a defining decision.
He decided that without
certain stimuli, there would be
no response, just an end.
Tempting as it is to give in
to conditioned responses,
I'm riding the razor's edge
into a new frontier...
A pla...
Wednesday 2nd January 2019 6:57 pm
Choice Made
Choice Made
This is what I don't like about my parents dying
The awful fucking grief that kills me inside
The knowing I won't see them again in this world
I will have to wait till I cross to the other side
How will I find myself for the rest of my life?
Wondering knowing feeling hating these emotions
And thoughts that have never ever been like this before
It almost feels li...
Friday 8th June 2018 9:39 pm
Solitaire
Solitaire
I walk alone across a pale beach
at midnight, lit by shaky moonlight
reflected from the black ribs
of disturbed sea-shallows. A sharp breeze
beckons from the dunes; inviting warmth,
with duplicitous intent. My ease is not available
for casual enticement.
No, I seek a place of peaceful aloneness
where sloughing sand is my choice,
and possibilit...
Thursday 19th October 2017 2:26 am
Too Much Time
Too much time spent on not really knowing what's going on,
Here but wanting to be there,
There but worrying if I care,
Flirting on the peripharies of fitting,
Electricity rises up in my brain where frustration reigns,
Dishonest pockets grow and grow with the weight of days,
Until I am left with a lifeless gaze.
Thursday 20th October 2016 12:22 am
Generation
The flower head is set to burst wide open.
Dormant in this tired space,
Matured and rooted by the year,
It sways in gentle rhythm with this slowing autumn time.
Bulging now with future life, it stands
As testament to nature’s cycle.
Soon its seeds will spread afar,
Exploding silent and unseen, like time and time before.
And from the casting of those flyspeck seeds
...
Monday 1st August 2016 7:46 pm
Chances
The chances that are made today
Are not the choices for another day
They are opportunities for us to explore
Find the one you cannot ignore
The awakening of another day
Brings words we want to say
The faces we want to see
New places we could be
I see choices of adventure and mystery
Chances to restart making a new story
Maybe that tomorrow is you and I
Wi...
Tuesday 14th July 2015 4:36 pm
Who Am I?
I am noise and thought,
I am not who I ought.
I am freedom,
I am fight,
I am the smallest glimpse of starlight,
In the deepest, darkest, stormy night.
Because of fear,
I am,
In spite of fear,
I thrive,
The death of hate and ignorance,
Is what keeps me alive.
I speak for the minority,
A voice for words feared spoken.
With ink and web,
My words are spread,
And your weak bullets are b...
Monday 12th January 2015 3:58 pm
Choices
Saturday 12th January 2013 1:54 pm
PASSENGERS OF LIFE
PASSENGERS OF LIFE
You’re a passenger of life livin’ out your remainin’ days on borrowed time.
You stick two fingers up to the world, life for you is not an oasis but it’s a charred blackened shell.
You steal from anyone to feed your dirty habit, as you slowly deteriorate in your own little hell.
When they find you dead in your bath, a load of needles by your side, w...
Sunday 2nd October 2011 1:18 pm
There is no sense...
There is no sense to dream about a prince,
There is no need your brain to rinse
When you are after thirty.
Better be a bit more flirty!
It’s time to chose
If you don’t want to lose
The time of your best years
Without knowing love affairs.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 22nd of September, 2011
Thursday 22nd September 2011 9:34 pm
THINK poem
THINK
Do you want to renounce violence against other people on a personal scale and on an international level, where countries are bombed and shelled? This isn’t good, people are injured and die. Think what happens if I hit someone and kill him with one punch, this does happen. If a mortar falls and kills a dozen people in a busy market place.
What does it solve? Each person has a relative ...
Friday 12th August 2011 11:36 pm
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