Knife

Peace, harmony, laughter, love and lust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Life turns death to life reborn
Syria
The wheel spins full circle
We are torn
Iraq
On the rack of our own device
‘twixt the Spirit and the Flesh
We are born we die
Afghanistan
We laugh we cry
Yemen
We engender countless Fantasies
to reap imagined reward
Saudi Qatar Oil and Gas
Alone we die into the dawn
Forever flawed!

Lacklustre brilliance
We remain poor children
Gone insane
Impassive to the Wretched’s
plight as they migrate
Birds without Flight
Wings torn Asunder
Europe
Drones, starvation, hunger
We are born we die
we laugh we cry
America your Freedom lost
we engender countless children
of our mind’s eye
yet still Cruelty prevails
Australasia
among one another and to our own selves
be we untrue blind and lie
Barrel bombs, Lamborghinis too
Luxuries of the select few
Russian intervention
Bourse it, course it, curse it
Be damned pipeline of liquid dreams
Alone we die into the dawn it seems
Forever flawed!

Oh mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the most wretched of all?
Thrust! Cut! Maim! Strife!
Out with the heart
Knife,take that life!

Fantasy? Yes, please!

Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune
Something to make us all happy
Do anything take us out of this gloom
Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy
You are the one who can make us all laugh
But doing that you break out in tears
Please don’t be sad if it was a straight mind you had
We wouldn’t have known you all these years

Stevie Winwood

Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune
Something to make us all happy
Do anything take us out of this gloom
Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy
You are the one who can make us all laugh
But doing that you break out in tears
Please don’t be sad if it was a straight mind you had
We wouldn’t have known you all these years

Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune
Something to make us all happy
Do anything take us out of this gloom
Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy
You are the one who can make us all laugh
But doing that you break out in tears
Please don’t be sad if it was a straight mind you had
We wouldn’t have known you all these years

Everybody Hurts, Right?

When your day is long
And the night, the night is yours alone
When you’re sure you’ve had enough
Of this life, well hang on

Don’t let yourself go
‘Cause everybody cries
And everybody hurts sometimes

Sometimes everything is wrong
Now it’s time to sing along
When your day is night alone (Hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go (Hold on)
If you think you’ve had too much
Of this life, well hang on

Everybody hurts
Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts
Don’t throw your hand, oh no

Don’t throw your hand
If you feel like you’re alone
No, no, no, you are not alone

If you’re on your own in this life
The days and nights are long
When you think you’ve had too much of this life to hang on

Well, everybody hurts sometimes
Everybody cries
Everybody hurts sometimes
And everybody hurts sometimes

So hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Everybody hurts


Thanks for the Traffic Stevie: Akid!

Sometimes I feel so uninspired
Sometimes I feel like giving up
Sometimes I feel so very tired
Sometimes I feel like I’ve had enough

Sometimes you feel like you’ve been hired
Sometimes you feel like you’ve been bought
Sometimes you feel like your room’s been wired
Sometimes you feel like you’ve been caught

But don’t let it get you down
There is no reason for not failing
You’ve got to smile and turn the other cheek
So today you might get up
But by tomorrow you’ll be sailing
And you won’t even hear these words I speak

Some people want to be so desired
Some people can’t stand the light of day
Somebody’s laughing while someone is crying
But for to want in the close of the day

But sometimes I feel like my head is spinning
I’m gonna cave with all I see
I don’t know who’s losing and I don’t care who’s winning
Hardships and trouble following me

Para Siempre Vida Mia

Hot August Beirut

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Chaos of tiresome haphazard streets

Nor wind, nor air

Bullet-riddled facades

Housing shattered dreams

Shoueifat seems

Stench of rotten garbage

Sub urban habitat

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Une histoire des vies brisées

Broken crushed divorce

No breeze nor air no hope

Only despair

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Over old, spent colonial splendour

Does this Beirut engender

Breeze-block edifice

Stone facade anew

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Tomorrow I leave and I leave you

In the tiresome heat of your haphazard street

Soon to return, replenish and renew

The promise of tomorrow sealed with a kiss

Our love linked in endless ink

Our wedding ever shall I miss

You more than now

Bullet-riddled yet proud and true

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Dimples your smile, full red lips, big eyes inquiring brown

Oh! So shall I miss you,

This haphazard Druze, Christian, Muslim town

All expectant under the Cedar

Red and White for our wedding too!

I will love you siempre, darling, as lovers do.

Out there

Everybody talks

Everybody cares

Everybody is aware

Everybody talks

Out there

Nobody listens

Nobody cares

Nobody is aware

Nobody listens

Out there

Someone speaks

Someone cares

Someone is aware

Someone is

Out there

But

Nobody listens

Nobody cares

Nobody is aware

out there …

Throwing Words Like Glances: Pennie Woodfall

You throw Words at me
Glances that say nothing
I throw words at you in reply
You are too busy
Your words are glances
I mirror your glances
I tease I probe I provoke
I have no real sense of who you are
You are too busy
You are too private
I continue in vain not wishing to give up
Words are strangeOften I am contacted
With few words
The first contact is precise and probing
The second contact has emotion and interest
The third contact has heart communication
They leave like birds flying south
Reaffirmed by contact that someone
Has connected with their aloneness
Their quest for affirmation in a crazy world
They will not forget the words
They will not forget the heart words
Words, not many, can say so much
Though without heart contact
They are meaningless

I know nothing about you
Through your wish not to share heart contact
I know a lot about your shallows, your denials
Your glances  your thrown words
I am not fed by glances
I am not fed by thrown words
I am not too busy to share myself
I am not to private for someone who connects
I sense through words the missing heart
I sense through words the underlying score
I sense their emptiness
I sense their dryness
You take my generosity
And hold it in ‘contempt’
I am not a mechanism
An assembly of various sections.

I leave you with love in my heart
Use it well
There is an old Greek folk song..
‘How Love takes Hold’

It Takes Hold From The Eyes
And To The Lips Descend To The Heart,
It Roots And Never Ends

You were too private to show me your eyes.

f u k et

forget the poetry

forget the illusion

forget it all

forget regret

forget hope

forget love

forget meaning

forget death

forget it all

forget the art

forget peace

forget war

forget nothing

forget it all

forget pain

forget

forge t

f org et

f or get

f u k et