In the moments I erect deep thought I lose the height of fantasy and toy with the realm of illusion.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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In the moments I erect deep thought I lose the height of fantasy and toy with the realm of illusion.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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Communications fail on a regular basis as the call of the wild Loons render the words you choose— as useless as a rock.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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it’s a marvel—really it strikes me in the middle of the conversation the reason clouded over in denial without logic a substitution of my human ability to reason— lost in the emotion the cause really irking my sense of knowing it all, but then again— this is what pisses you off.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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Darkness engulfs my heart wrenching itself between the metal and the flesh— Parading as a commoner, fools blinded by it’s dark beauty, then— shattered to bits by its intent.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

It came to my attention that you’ve regurgitated again— Can you not think of anything more meaningful to say?
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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Someone told me— he died with a pen in his hand a computer melted to his teeth that's how they found him— but, he wanted it that way.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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The dreams become my party an escape to foreign lands enchantment and delusion dancing hand in hand.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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And so, the end is near the daylight turns darker little by little we frail away waiting for Angels to save our day and harken— a New Year after a little rise of forced/ and not forced Cheer! ©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

I write because the wind blows Paint where the heart goes Between these tangled lovers— My solitudes composed.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
revised 12-9-21
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The Artist From The Inside Out
Go awaken
the clouds
strike truth near
the end; listen
its’ crashing
loud
but elsewhere
lightening shards the sky
great swords slash
backward
to the end of time.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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gaping wide miraculous
infinite spectaculous
groping far beyond incredulous
help before i drown in this
Aching loud and furious
annoying burning relentlessness
gripping biting curiousness
causing great unruliness
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh revised 2021
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#micropoem #rhymes #words

Blood-letting, waxing
meditating in peace
there is comfort upon
rainbows
solace from my dreams.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh revised 8-2-21
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The short tale has arrived
Hand feed
them
one
at
a
time.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh revised 5/22/21
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I have never been so loved
then abused, then pitied
don’t confuse the two
love exists alone
take pity on none
walk home.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
#Micropoetry #Pity #Alone #Lovepoetry

Ouch! I jumped
didn’t expect the
quick hit of pain
this time the jab
the prick the shot
the deltoid muscle
complained
the vaccinator
chuckled by
my unexpected
state
of minor complaint
But no worries here
I am vak·suh·nei·tuhd!
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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#Poetry #Micropoem #Covid #Vaccine


Pieces scatter
the earth
leaving the task
at hand –
With hand and heart
I shall sew a story
a tale to mend
your life.
©️Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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#Micropoetry #Poem #Shortverse

I am a whirling dervish
blessed…read more
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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#Micropoetry