what angel would take time from me
say that’s all you have
when I am grasping at nothing
that the angel has…
~~~~~~
translation:
life in refugee camps, hungry child at school, no school. No food no school no cry.
Running from the war, stumbling for life, mesmerised by fishes swim.
Living in dreams I am so unable to dance
no food, no school, no cry…
put a glass of water next to bed
in the morning
drink last nights memories
~~~
drink a glass of memories
before I go to bed
so that I put a dream of things
that are better left unsaid…
circle of birth, life and dreaming
when wormholes like galaxies here on earth
how only as one could anything be less
expressions of interest…
and yes, if I could be a flower
how I would turn back time
become a seed
and if I was a seed, how I would turn back time
what is this thing we do in growing
giving is the essence of receiving
of all the names carved into a tree, how we become one of a kind
of all the names of flowers different, how we remain the same…
how would i scratch words into the marble halls and old statues
I would sleep alone in my cardboard box on the steps of art museums
or at the back of libraries where knowledge is free as heat from a fire
from here I could watch the objects from outer spaces
inspire the very moon into a poem…
people of great cities sleep under cardboard
how they are not alone
but how lonely have we become
translation:
silken political words become napalm on another land and I will not be a soldier.
whoever cries believes
my hands are full of tears
wash our faces with love and empathy
brothers and sisters without borders
6 of cups-tarot of the wisdom of broken hearts
the hierophant- silently walking streets at night
zero- the outcome is nebulous and cruel, always enlightening
eleven of the times seeking our better angels
the house of love is big enough for everyone
these are a few of my favourite things…
Trivial views on significant issues
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