There comes the pallbearer

Here comes the pallbearer

He is the man in the mirror

Where the mockingbirds are

Do you see the flapping wings?

This is the part

Where you believe in

What I believe in...

If you read this line

And this one

Then you are many steps behind me...

The pallbearer

Came with his hands bare

My pallbearers

Are smiling...

Where I am

Is where I am

The mirror is shattered

Now your eyes are my mirrors

A thousand errors

But you think you are right

The mirrors

The mockingbirds

You are never alone

The bearer of my body totters

Musk

Hoor al ain

Green birds...

I’m not dead...!

I’m sorry mother

But this world isn’t what I wish for us

I’m sorry mother

But I’ve to sell my life for our jannah…

My brothers will understand

That my death will bring good

To a chosen 70

But I’m sure my love

In the cold of Ternopil

Will never understand

Why my pallbearers

Came too soon...

I’m sorry

But I can’t have a life

When the Ummah is bleeding...

Untitled Expressions

I think it’s going to be one hell of a trip. Pockets are full and the tank is filled up with fuel. My bags are all packed up and I took a camera just in case. It’s a vacation trip, it’s a work trip, I’m really not sure what it is… I’m leaving my home to live far away; where I’ll be nothing but a simple immigrant.

I think it, hoping I get to live it. Do my words always have to make sense? Does life have to be as straightforward as directions? There is what I mean when I write, there is what you think I mean when you read and there is what I want you to think…

I’m walking through the white sands of the filthy beach. Barefooted. My thoughts are at base. No rolls, no fire… just those beautiful words in Arabic.

My love for you is an illusion. It’s a picture I painted in my thoughts. Amnesia. I lost the image, I’ve lost you. Maybe there was never a you because you were never the you I thought I knew. You lied. If I really meant that much to you, you wouldn’t have let me slip away.

You gladly shoo me. Tell me to run along… you watch and smile because he is right behind you, holding you so close. Did I ever exist? You don’t seem to exist here. You never did have a place in my heart because you sold it to my solitude.

I think it’s time I walk away. I’m coming after you because I don’t want to die here. I want you in my arms when I die. You belong in my arms. Love, fear, hope… I still believe you are probably the only solution to my worried heart…