The moon, my feet and the path...

You are sitting beside the road that you seek.

Blinded by moonlight , you search for the moon.

And so it is with me-

May the moon 

Reside inside

My heart...

May my path 

Find my feet...

Dream

My dreams are not for sale

You rob my pictures 

Slander my name

And defame

Seek to shame

Me...

My soul is not your game

You point your fingers

Sneer and jeer

Snicker and laugh

Seek to break

Me...

My heart is not that tame

So have your victory

Gather your mob

In the city square

Let the gossips

Talk- 

I've lost it all

Many times over

But one thing I've never lost

Was 

ME!

This is ME...

MY HEART

MY SOUL

MY DREAM

and I have a ways to go still

I cannot stay

To fight with you

I have a dream

To win...

Awareness

I need to stop running out 

And start running in...

Desert...

"Sometimes we fall down because there is  something down there we are supposed to find..."

I fell down hard this time and the blessing is I kept my eyes open and so I saw what I was meant to find.

David told me once

"We can't go searching for love, we can only go inward and remove the barriers we have created internally to keep love out!"

For David I am blessed.

I am a desert

Parched...

It has been an age

Since I felt the rain

This self imposed exile

From love

Leaves me starved 

Come quench my thirst

Come feed my soul

Shower me with your love

I long to feel you

Beat once more 

Inside my heart

Ignite the fire

Let it burn

Let it burn....

Ain't no reason-

http://youtu.be/CDMqyv-fqm4

Prisoners of war

"Prisoners of war"...

At the state board

The speaker said- he spoke of soldiers.

My lovers...

All of them.

Young men

Full of valor

Full of anger

Full of pain

Righteous

All of them...

Prisoners of war-

All of them

"Where are you from?"

The lady asked-

My descent- Turkish:Arab:Indian:Persian

"Maybe if we all did that... Soon we'd all be the same and then there would be no need for wars..."

What a wonderful, wise woman

What a beautiful thought...

I saw him walk towards me

Head buried in his phone

At the gym

The man who had not spoken

In days-

Stubborn

With an ego to uphold...

He looked up

He saw me and his eyes lit up

He came forward to hug me

As I turned to embrace him he spoke

"Don't get too close!"

I took a step back

The story of us-

That little scene played it out

Me desiring closeness

And him too

And then the fear

And the push

DON'T GET TOO CLOSE!

He of course blamed it on illness

(Chuckle-)

(Don't get too close- the irony of reality!)

He asked me of my daughter

"Is she religious?"

Religion-

I wondered

What does that mean?

After all 

Who cares?

I don't

I believe in GOD!

HE is my religion

Where I find him is my religion 

What religion was Abraham 

He is described as 

An upright man

But what religion was he

He believed

In GOD

That was his religion 

I suppose I am not too far off then

I saw her 

At the gym too-

In her hijab

And I said to her

Eid mabruk!

She lit up 

And we talked

At then end she said

"Thank you"

The raw gratitude so humbling to me

My understanding such a treasured gift 

I know the feeling

It was mutual

Back home I cried a few tears

I saw my lovers

Shoot and kill my brothers

I saw them both bleed

My lovers and my brothers

And the odd thing was

The blood that they bled

Was the same

I laughed for a bit

Through my tears

It's red

Their blood

Both of them

It's red...

What madness

Am I mad?

Or are they mad?

Here I cry and laugh at the same time

It's red 

Their blood 

Both of them

It's red!

I scream

Through my grimace

Am I mad?

Or are they?

What madness is this?

Prisoners of war

Prisoners of pain

Maddened by grief

And GOD only knows

What more-

Prisoners in our mind

Imaginary wars

In imaginary minds

In an imaginary world 

With imaginary lines

We choose to call borders

Yours!

Mine!

(Ours...?)

All of us

Just prisoners

Prisoners of imaginary lies

...

We all bleed red!

We are all the same-