MY POETRY

 

Gaza a concentration camp in all but name

The Muslims sleep, deaf to the Palestinians’ plea. A mother weeps, as Gaza bleeds.

 

I feel his finger tips strumming the darker side of my guitar,
the concrete jungle drowning me in my sin,
the scream that it makes, makes my head spin,
then he said.....
'La illaha Il'Allah'

 

People' always telling me don't bite the hand that feeds me,
I feel the pain although emotions tend to leave me
I've gone deaf to your plea for you no more I'll grieve,
grieve for me cos' no longer to you am I week,

I dream about it, thinking now, nearly everyday,
waking up and being free with you off my case,
no criticism
to ignore or pointless rules to break,
the void of you completes my life in almost every way

To lay there, anywhere, in our beautiful mess of limbs, our breath synchronised by the metronome from our cacophony of heart beats. So close that not even a strand of hair can pass between us. Like a whisper immortalising such a moment so that I could feast off of it's memory in the solemn times to come.

The hour I saw noon,

I knew I'd never see dawn,

'cause once my sun had set I had forever to mourn.

I wake up every morning with absent passion to breath,

and every day I ask myself....

....why did you leave?

Guilt for when I raise a smile for a joke you should be hearing,

the pain,

the hurt,

the fury,

all those nights with my tears and....

Although I know you would hate for this..

..but when it's hard to sleep,

I hear myself asking you,

'WHY DID YOU LEAVE?'

It's always a little that breaks the 'donkey's' back

I always want to be a little closer,

you always push me a little further away.

It always hurts me a little harder,

that's when a little go's a long way.

In the silence of my every breath her name is whispered and within the shadows of my footsteps she shall walk free.

Windows

Looks through the memories of others through cracked grainy windows without frames, saddened by the love and good times you once shared with people with no names.

Unaware of my sacrificial sadness you live your lives apart.
Mirror image reflected through the smiles of strangers I will never meet, to dance to the drum of your collective beat.

Resonating through windows without frames.