Journey isn’t over

I’ve experienced loss 

I’ve experienced pain 

But the journey is not over

Until I experience love

And I experience gain

And finally live in the present 

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Nightmare II: War Crimes

My worst nightmare is seeing children crying

scared to death

from bombs and the burning toxic galore

of illegal war

destroying souls and more

celebrated by the world’s lovers of gore

as its broadcasted to the masses

that it’s the  water for your planted fears

that you’ve been taught for years

to kill others

who don’t look like you

 

women and children, and men alike

are bloodied and traumatized

dying and hospitalized

wondering when their hospitals

will be attacked too.

 

Palestine, Syria, these arab sisters are victims of war crimes

all under the guise of terrorism

as if creating rivers of blood will drown ISIS

giving in to the lust and playing with chemical attacks

and torturing civilians alive

It will earn the safe western public a medal… for war on terrorism

raping women

kidnapping children

torturing men

an arab genocide

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Devil’s Wisdom

Your loss is my gain

and that is my aim.

Because all I desire

is your eternal pain

 

For you to be dragged as I will be

and be mocked as you mocked

and laughed at as you laughed

 

I’ll be so happy

as I value my pride

so be my ride

for I’ve gone through great lengths

to make this last long stride

 

You are my abode

be my slave

dont be afraid

show me you’re brave

I am your friend

I am sincere

in every lie

to make you cry

and fester in hate

 

For your torment is my bliss

and your obedience is my wish

to fall for arrogance

and make gold your death-wish

 

 

 

 

“Be Patient” they say

 

Be patient

there’s much more for a person to do in a damned situation than “be patient”
at a time of pain, remorse, and depression
seeing only gray and thinking in plain unending coils downward into a trance
it’s deathly call for submission as you struggle with your soul to hang up high and be saved from the black flames of the devils dance
it’s more than two hollow words “be patient”

it’s a war
with a garden near by
there’s a fire surrounding the garden
and you’re covered In wounds
the smoke is dense
and can barely see your path
behind you is destruction and in front of you is your fight
your trophy is your garden but even before that you must hover over that fire

it’s hectic it’s chaos
blurry vision
and confused direction
you’re wrong for looking up
you’re wrong for looking down
until you realize your path is right before you
to challenge the view
that thought that seemed true

the love and promise
that seemed to keep you alive
you were alive because of your own faith
for that love and promise was all fake
it was only there like a flag  that flows only as long as you keep blowing air
but once you’re out of breath
it’s limp and meaningless

and “be patient”, you say?

cuz if it were you I’d say
-I’m here for you all the way
just tell me what to do and I’ll obey
because your hardship is real to me
and your struggle is seen
we’ll both pull you out
as though it were a dream