Under my breast

My mind takes me on tales
Mythological tragedies that will never be recited
Even in my fantasies love doesn’t bend my way
I love to make believe the martyr
Its common knowledge I love myself too much for sacrifice
I love me more than I love him
I love the memory of him
He doesn’t look a thing like Youssef
Still hes got the touch of an angel
A beautiful stranger
Strangers, we once shared an intimate space
Undefined by literal minded wordiness
Maybe because it never truly existed
Or possibly in its simplicity it was too overwhelming for description
It just was but isn't
Except in me, in my imagination every love is immortal
Every touch eternal
Every word forever swept up in the wind only to return again
If only everything could be saved this way
We wouldn't be lost
Our identities encapsulated we would never feel as outsiders do
Lonely loners with no connection to yesterday and struggling to capture today
All the while never planning for tomorrow and then dooming the past present and future to be unwritten
Truly non existent
Who witnessed it, felt it, lived it
Where are you documentations
Where are you battle scars?
No battle scars? For shame, you have not lived
Born and died in a instant
NAY, not even born
Even babies have the trauma of being born
You died
Shortly after conception
These things happen, don't be disappointed
So much promise, in reality never had a chance
Reality never gave me a chance either
So I live in other ways
Explore my desires by other means
I won’t be another fatality of no identity
I lived damned
Look into my eyes, touch my skin, and listen to my heart
Hear how it beats,
With out rhythm

Justice Delivered

I don't need validation
To fully come into myself
The only requirement is enlightenment
Complete knowledge of the inner workings of my psyche
The inner mechanics of the world
This legitimizing my authority over the outcome of my soul
I have this control
I am not foolish to believe I am sovereign
There is a presence which does not full reveal itself
An existence that is so simple it cannot be explored by definition
Only feeling
Intuition
The sixth sense discredited by the advancements of the 21st century
The age of unreason
Era of lost salvation
I pray it will not be lost on me
God forbid I suffer the fate I deserve
Mercy mercy me this life is drenched in travesty
Misery is our constant companion
We Desire sin
And suffer when our desires are not satisfied
Our attention span considerably has shortened
Leaving no room for virtuous causes
Compassion and understanding are mere foreign concepts
Strangers to our hearts
Deaf to our ears
Long lost friends
Have we ever really known you?
Your existence introduced to me through fairy tales
And epic fables of heroes and heroines
They suffer, they always parish
That is how we perceive the giving of kindness
Martyrdom
A great sacrifice that will surely take us to the grave
Nothing left but a legend,
A lost tomb
Engraved with high praises
Stained with heavens tears
I reject this image
It leaves no room to grow
Unless you believe in resurrection
Only God can command that
Waiting for that day will prove to be too late
The world will already have seen its own demise
The gates of hell clogged with a procession of the damned
The ones who waited
Wondered when someone would intervene
But someone waited to long and is in their company
The king of the damn wears a tarnished crown
And does not even have the authority to relieve him of hell
Your savior has banished you into this world
In to this being that shall never end
There is no grave of silent sleep waiting
You have arrived at your final destination
This is you

How secure are we really?

Every since 9/11 airport security has been heightened. Most people exchange the inconveniences for the feeling of security and safety. Yup the government sure is doing its job well and now they have foiled a new terrorist plot to take liquid bombs into planes in carry ons. Now people have to get rid of all liquids and gel's and pour them in the garbage in the airport. I think bottles of perfume,water, gel, etc are easily distinguished from chemicals like nitroglycerine that were supposedly going to be used. Airport security takes away these possibly dangerous liquids and dumps them all in the garbage can in the airport. If this liquids are possibly explosive then why are they casually handled and allowed to mix in the airport garbage cans. Obviously the careless disposal of these supposed dangerously explosive liquids indicates that all this heightened security is pointless.

A world of conflict

Identity isn't just something you struggle with during the tender years of adolescence. We are always a little bit awkward and constantly trying to find our niche in life. Well at least that's how it is with me, the only difference with me now and when I was 15 is that I've learnt to be comfortable with being uncomfortable. My race, religion, nationality, and ethnicity are really a jumbled mess that I'm always straightening out. Seems like different parts of my identity are at war and I'm forced to choose sides, but if I choose the other side will make me feel the guilt that comes with being a traitor.*sigh*You see my parents are Ethiopians that hate Ethiopia because of political and social persecution being inflicted on the Oromo ethnic group ( my ethnic) . Ethiopia is just another war torn African Nation that has western support to oppress its people. I'm also a Muslim and love my faith share a special bond and concern for people who share the same love for Islam. Islam says that all Muslims are brothers and sisters and need to share a mutual respect. One thing I'm going to state strongly is that I don't stand for hate mongering and the idea that Jewish people are some kind of evil race. I think that so much hate and self righteousness has taken a soluble situation and has made it a century long epic struggle of faith and God; It's become ridiculous. Inherited hate, bitterness, and grudges made the situation too complicated to unravel unless people make serious revisions to the way they perceive each other and the world.*sigh* So I was born somewhere in Europe and was raised in North America. I love my country and I'm thankful they gave my parents some where to rest after a life of adversity but I cant help but feel conflicted. You see my country is giving Ethiopia money for the same guns they used agaisnt my people and my family. I have a little problem with this situation here. Tell me what would you do?*sigh* ...There aren't enough sighs to expel all the frustration.

The Human Story

Tell me if you know, because I have no idea, how does it feel to live in constant terror. In fear of dyeing or possibly losing the ones you hold dearest and everything that you have worked to create. Life as you know is gone, reduced to rubble by a man made killing machine. How does it feel like to be lonely and helpless in a world with all the strength but will to come to your aid. Yes the Middle east crisis is the latest media juice but its not the only violence that has erupted. Then there's the media that is calling it WWIII... Which I think is just more fear mongering; They just continue to do their part in escalating every single situation. You know what will be a good remedy to war, if the media broadcasted all the footage of death and destruction and stop censoring war. You sent your children to Iraq and Afghanistan and you're supporting Israel then I believe they should see everything they are supporting. You voted for the death of others and now they have to live the devastating reality that is war, the least you can do is face what you gave way to. Its just frustrating that people will even try to justify injustice and its especially frustrating that people believe evil is as simple as a anthem and an opposing flag. People are people and God created you the same way he created them and you should know they have the same needs as fellow human beings. Politics is covering up the human story of emotions, needs, and life and death. If you choose to affirm life and sympathize despite cultural divides then I believe there could be some hope for us yet.