-“هو كدجاجة جدتي”
هذا كان تعريفي لالله , حين كنت ستة سنين من العمر
رئيتها تجلس على بيضها و على بيض البط
و تعتني بالبط كما تعتني بالدجاج
و وجتها كالله, تعتني بالكل رغم الشكل و اللون
Author: strangerpaths
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee
Where?
I lost it, somewhere
Between parking lots
Traffic lights
And
TV screens
That magic I used to see, unaided
.
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The Universe in My Hair
I found the magic
Hidden
Underneath a rock
I found the pieces
The big bang had left
Scattered in my hair
And I knew then
I was as old as this universe
And as young as I liked to believe I was
.
.
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Simple Things
The vines gave way
As if they were welcoming me
And the trees danced with glee
The vibrations of the ground synchronized with my own
And I knew then
I was finally home
.
.
.
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Adam- Or So They Said
He asked for forgiveness
For crimes he’s yet to commit
For the falling angels, and the apple they ate
Just Be
I’ve been cursed since birth
Of knowing the truth
I see a smile and it makes me ache
A Realization [Almost]
For a moment, much too short
I discovered the truth that can’t be told
Then as I woke
It was all forgotten once more
Grandma’s chicken
“He’s… He’s like grandma’s chicken”
Lie
I am jealous of the screaming child
At the DMV line
His voice matching our frustration
And his anger is much like mine
But the years taught me to hide it
So I hide who I am
And he wonders why I fake it
When I was schooled to lie
I
I stop to wonder why
And what is behind the “I”
Face that I came to recognize
Stories built on lies
Then the waiter brings my drink
And I forget that I ever questioned the I
