Reblogged from Voices Of Revolution:

RE-BLOG ALL THE WAY; ANTI-FEMEN; support us support this cause #Muslimahpride. WE AS MUSLIM WOMEN HAVE OUR VOICES; DO WE REALLY LOOK OPPRESSED?

Soldiers of War

The quiet murmurs of the soldiers,
Whispering into the night – watching and waiting in front of the enemy line.
On the opposite side, they whisper and stutter, looking above hoping for the heavens to thunder,
Silently praying, again standing on the enemy line,
Both sides of soldiers quiver,

Shootings, killings, too much death; how much more is there to wonder?

They sink in deep, feet firm, shoulders shaking,
Who’s the enemy who’s the foe?
They both loose out, each side swearing their fighting for their righteous cause.
What cause?
Death evades no soul.
Still holding on tightly to their guns and swords,
Who’s blood will fall more?
Is anyone’s blood worth really worth more?
A few question an hesitate, They look around, knowing everyone here is the bait.
The first shot aired, They both know now, there’s no turning back, from the devils lair.
March on. March on.

Death will taste each and everyones Soul.

At This Particular Time

So many things that go through my mind,

At this particular time,

Surrounded by your awkward lies,

 

I sink.

There’s no more rhyme,

Anymore,

In my hollow lines.

the lemon canyon

Reblogged from chester maynes:

the lemon canyon
frozen yellow sheets
sketches of an artist
painted on a canvas
silent dosage of sunrise
world of dogs and serene
the mortal craft exhibits
extra meanings of life

2013

This is beautifully written, reminds me of the Japenese Haiku's

Culture

Freshly ground spices, the smell lingering, the only sense of comfort,
She wanders through her kitchen, trying to make sense of her feelings,for the first time.

In and out, waiting for the aroma to settle, she sighs and quietly groans,
Simmering in her bones, the culture shock, she doesn’t know how to truly feel.

Noone around, no one here to witness, there is no appeal.
For her.

The anguish of the separation kicking in as she stops to stir,
Under her hand the melting pot begins to burn.

Oh how different, she thinks to herself.

How she wishes, she was back there, again,
In the land of content, life and real fresh air.

I Know Why A Caged Bird Sings

Like a caged bird hidden in the closet I look around waiting for the moment,
no light coming through I hesitate -still tryin to open-

but the lock won’t let through at all, an I panic hoping to see the time when, I can soar free into the skies and, move free from realm to realm, dark through to the light an, no more denying the cries when I can hear the lies and see no life an Im still Pushing through to the other-side,

please open I put all my might in, please please open on this night, please please I’m still tryin…

The Voice

They will hear she said,

Will they really he said.

I have faith and belief she said.

But why he said.

There is hope and good she said.

 I don’t believe you he said.

Don’t you believe in HIS guidance she said.

 I do. But I don’t believe in my own kindness he said.

Be free she said.

I can’t he said.

Smile she said

I am he said.

We will come together she said.

When. He said.

In HIS mercy and light she said.

AllahuAkbar he said.