The Artist From The Inside Out

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  • Crowded Room

    The wretched racket of quiet has entered this room dancing mockingly at my gloom I laugh back

  • How Do You See Me?

    How do you see me? With light or with dark? I am neither…

  • I Confess

    I am man, I am woman I am soldier and civilian I am Arab, I am Irish and okay, a wee bit German I am your father, I am your mother I am your sister and your brother no rights nor reason born to imprison me in your sorrow Instead, determinations a self-decided factor, the…

  • Faith

    Sheathe thine eyes…

  • Feast

    your not suppose to wrap yourself around my heart

  • I am the Marrow in the Meat

    I am the marrow in the meat of the bones that you eat…

  • Beeswax Neighbors

    Written about my daily weekday work routine. Walking my dog in the quiet early dawn in my cozy quaint bungalow-laden community.

  • A Cat Ran Across my View While I was Thinking About You

    Everyday they meet one greets the other while waving to each other

  • The Jackal Unhinged

    Fatherless motherless widower widowed the boy sings the jackal unhinged

  • Here I Stand On Torrid Land

    In tribute to my Palestinian grandparents and the trickle down effects of those living in the Diaspora

  • The Imposter

    Suddenly he appears slipping-slithering into the room nobody knows he is here playing, make-believing, as if he is real calm and cunning he creates tricking all within his reach even he negates that sickening feeling much too late. Maybe you’ve seen him once or twice acting out in spite of life the imposter is real,…

  • Your Stories

    The days I turn wild and rage full are the days I long to be with you

  • Not My Problem

    Why Should I share my wounds with you? just because you ask?

  • THE LAST RIDE – STORY — The Reluctant Poet

    Read all the way, it is a good one. And well worth a reblog! Last ride. I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put…

  • Bothersome Life

    I could act like I don’t care- this could be wise put your mind to work covering up your footsteps

  • Up every night now-#Writephoto: Serenity

    up every night now waiting for this summer heat to break

  • Conflate

    Everyday I wake up and conflate today with yesterday but it’s tomorrow

  • This Pencil

    this pencil is my savior, it is my voice this pencil sings of lost love of lost hope the tree of life that grows the garden of the dark fruit

  • #writephoto- a feather, a play

    A path led me here; after you left here behind red tokens a remnant

  • CHORES ARE BORING #poetry by jay

    There are things that seemto never get donebut who cares whenI’ve waitedfor you to finally comeback to menever knowing whenthat moment will arise. Blue jays screechin the backgroundreminding me to do the laundrysweep the floors andwash the breakfast dishesas I teeter, on this precipicethis crazy lit up placeclinging to your essenceI won’t let you go, just…