In Search of Sunrise

Arms outstreched; hope carries the furthest shore.
And as you glide amidst the undertows of morning dew
The dusk seagulls sing to celebrate your completeness.
And the sun rises to tear the twinight moths; as if to bow
to your.
beauty.
I'm only here to pick up the hair that fell from you in your ascent.

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If you look hard enough; that isn't them smiling. They cry.
Won't you kindly join them in their masquerade?

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Hey, I could've done quite a bit, but you looked so happy with him.
No amount of self-indulgence justifies breaking another glass in your house.

Unsung.

It was reported in a local Iraqi paper, albeit very apathetically, that a young girl succumbed to her wounds in a Kurdish town.

Upon further research, it was realized that this girl made a living by disarming land-mines that were set by American forces during their various campaigns in the area. Apart from a precarious choice of feeding herself, she was after a dream to perhaps some day become a pilot and transcend the blue skies.

She was known as "Satellite"; a popular phrase coined for Kurdish children who disarmed bombs to feed themselves. A landmine which was so kind as keep her alive proved to be the cause of her demise.

Many have opinions and projections on certain issues. This is a blessing. There are those who are not afforded that right due to circumstances and plight. Their only concern is to not sleep with an empty stomach.

Let us all take a moment and say a little prayer for those like her who die unsung. I know, deep inside, they hold a special place in God's dominion of justice and mercy.

Larvae.

Him: I hope you are doing okay. How are things?
Her: I don't know, its you really. You've changed on us, you're not the same person I knew. You were this carefree, fun-loving person and now...
Him: Whatever do you mean?
Her: Sarem, you think way too much. You should see yourself now. You over-analyse everything and its, don't mind me saying this, but its annoying really. Its like you can't enjoy yourself and no one will enjoy your company.
Him: I see your point.
Her: You're weak too.
Him: erm?
Her: You need to lighten up. I know you've come all this way, but people live for the moment. You can't expect to come all this way and enforce your opinions on others or how wrong they are. They are having a party at that dorm tonight; an all nighter. Go loosen up there and enjoy yourself.
Him: How is your health? You were not feeling well when I left.
Her: Sarem I'm fine. Just fine. I have to go now, friends are waiting.
Him: Okay, take care of yourself and..
Her: I have to go Sarem, sorry. Talk to you later.

Everything you said was true, except the last bit. You didn't have to go, you wanted to go.
I will continue to pray for you, despite knowing that I am no longer in your thoughts.

Superhereos of BMX

A neglected blog is often very quickly forgotten.

The air forsakes us, much like an aborted child given way of free choice.

I say to you this, and I promise you: live once in the shoes of the desitute in the arid, dissolvent cactus of abandonment and tell me why you continue the obsessive compulsion to complain? You have a headache, they have starvation. You have a half-cooked meal, they have none.
Yet you continue to lament?

We lament that we have no shoes until we meet a man with no feet. Realization is abhorently empty without self-actualization and the desire to rectify and embrace.

We travel the road of convenience - cowardice and dismissive of the thorns that pricked our forefathers. Fighting for the sanctitiy of religion yesteryear; now we quarrel over rights of homosexuals. Is there no shame?

We continue to be the music we hear, the television we watch, the things we eat and the things we own. Assimilation by virtue of progressive pop culture; now the onus is on losing virginity rather than acquisition of social and moral responsibilities.

Intellegent thought is subjugated to defeatism and cynical surrender. Our thoughts belie our nature, but yet conform to collectivism. Packaged to behave in a certain way;

*(disconnected)*

with core issues.

Our opinions are fuelled by misplaced pre-conceptions: unfounded biases used to project our versions of what we believe to be true- yet knowing how horribly false we all are.

Light is everywhere, yet we choose to be enshrouded in darkness.

The air forsakes us, much like an aborted child given way of free choice.

A neglected blog is often very quickly forgotten.