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Free the fantasy from restless tides.
That it may rise, with two hands.
For what is life?
But to stand nude before you.
What is death but a test?
A stretch?
One final breath?
Missing a feeling.
In your soul, what is whole?
The measure of the treasure
Depends on the weather


To control is to love
I am rebellious because I hide.
I am completely empty and attached.
This is worse than hiding because I cannot let loose,
I am controlled.
Am I?
Controlled?
You think ‘I’ control your life
The only control you have is to be controlled.
You are kicked to the side of the curb
You must realize what I am. What are you?
But feelings have no thoughts
So now do I turn again?
A complete circle
I am a video-game
May I play?


Secret Admirer: Maureen

Crazy about Mo, Will never get enough
She is one of those types
You could love for life
Though we have our differences
You are still as sweet as pixie sticks.
I met you in the tenth grade
Every year is an upgrade.
What are her ingredients?
We’ll never know
We will never understand
But at least we know
Mo is not a lesbian
And what better man
To complete this women
Than me
(Grant me an opportunity!)


Sister-in-law: Miriam
In the times I’ve shared
With Miriam
We seen your love for my brother
Could burst an aquarium

You’re a jacket
Not of cashmere, Or of wool
Not of cotton, Or of polyester

Call me sentimental
Or sympathetic
But the times I’ve shared with you
I’ll never forget it
As you and my brother share your life
As husband and wife
Remember the waiter
Is an alligator


Grandmother it is a wonder
How you raised Zaid, Ziad, Yanal, Basman, Amal, Salem, Rabha,Wafa & Bunder

The years you have put in motherhood
Is more than any mother could

You are an unbelievable woman
Even when your husband said you weren’t

If ever you need love or affection
Look to anyone of your babies

For they all think you are truly the greatest
Consider yourself a gift from above

I’m sure God looks down on you and can’t help but applaud

Cheers to you Grandma


AN IDEAL

What do you think of yourself?
Tighten your belt

Listen to your feelings.
Are you bleeding?
What is life?
A bout

Why do I cry?
Is it all mine?
Fight for ice
Draw the line
Roll the dice
Your demise
Life
The balance of the mind
Let it be a part of me


Fight the Urge
Release the words
Before you succumb to insubordination
Indomitable retaliation
Fight the Urge
It all comes from the word
Reminisce
Pipe down
Class clown
Been around town
With a crown
Bag full of frowns
Fight the Urge
Love the others of the world
With wisdom and courage
Hold and hug you
Before I bed and wed you
Fight the Urge
Cast the shadow
Draw the curtain
To the demon
No more tension
Only Heaven


It is all the same.
A comfort to the brain.
What will the future bring?
An engagement ring?
Will you commit a crime?
Steal a sterling diamond?
How will you break the mold?
In 2024
It is all the same.
A comfort to the brain.
The jitters make us bitter.
The concept litters critters.
The thought that all we have worked for will go down the shitter.
It is all the same.
A comfort to the brain.


You may be God if …
You know magic.
You may be God if …
You do not know who you are.
You may be God if …
You are, truly.
You may be God if …
You knew what God would look like in the human flesh?
The nation
Is a generalization.


My teeth are those of a cannibal.
My toes are the feet of animals.
My skin is like a flower.
My ears are an extension of a tower.

206 bones I function up.
Like suction cups.
I am a mechanic.
Never manic.

I swim with no skin.
In blood is where I aim to bud.
This frame of mind will get you lost in time
Though it is a pleasure to meet you, Guy.


    MANURE DR.

MAGGIE
YOU MADE THE MAN IN ME
BUT WHY THE AGONY
MAGGIE?

NEAR HER FRONT DOOR
ON MANURE DRIVE
MY VOYEUR EYES
NOW AT HER WINDOW

ONLY TWO NIGHTS
AND SHE IS WITH MY FRIEND
THIS MADNESS WILL END
TONIGHT


Here I am living in peace
With no clatter of chaos
No whispers of my origin
Orphan
Under an icy avalanche of green
Poster frames surround me.
Like Christmas with my family
Silence is thick
It still begs to be split
For me, it is so easy, having no friends
Taste the waste


Any news on my girlfriend?
I cannot see.
I cannot sleep.
On what does it depend?
Any news on my girlfriend.
What’s her name?
Rand.
This famine must end.
My soul-mate; a play-date.
Answer my prayer.
Come to my lair.
Take a dare.
I’d give my voice, for us to be close.
Just this one time, please reply.


Rumsy is my name.
Cash money millionaire is my game.
I am a traitor.
I’ll cut you with a razor.
I sell each letter,
For a grand.
How about for you? For free.
Make a sound.
Um. Here. Have a tree.
Deciduous.
Or pine-hurst?
I got the blinding burning bush!
What do I not have? A right hand.
In my left hand are rubber bands,
Scissors, hair clips and nail clippers.
If you want to ply a trade,
Please stay.
I’m here all day.


There is always those that make you think that
There is a difference between world & degrees.

Is there a difference between law & vanity?
There is always those that make you think that.

Is there a difference between secret & failure?
Talent & boredom?
Procrastination. Procrastination. Procrastination.

Is personality the equivalent of shock?
Is luck the source addiction?
Of making a decision?
Do you think?
What do people think?

Is sleep the enemy of sex?
There is always those that make you think that.


    THE WEDDING

Mr. Stratagem meets Mr. Kindred Spirit
Misses Urchin meets Mr. Straight-Arrow
Misses Unabashed meets Mister Unabated
Misses Vangaard meets The Dignitary
Misses Fin meets Mr. Unabridged
Mister? Misses? Monsieur?
The maid or the mule?
No penalty
Just a unity
Death without debt
How do you want it?
Cordial or conjugal?
It’s time to set the bet


The answer is full of ants, sir.
Pursue the endurance of avoidance.
Obtain the art a human being incurs.
Choose abuse.
Obtain the incredible inevitable.
I assure myself
Health equals wealth.


That drive me to spread
A glob of hand sanitizer
An invisible squid run down my palm and splashes the floor
“Taking a shower, you rotten egg!”
Oh cleanliness, Where art thou? Is clean not meant to be kept? Why can I not?
It’s the tiresome leg
I’m four years old, and I beg
I’ve taken a thousand and one hours
Why can’t I stand up on my two feet without acting sour?
Boat loads of dope
Live dust hisses at you when looked at through a microscope
The cancer is in the shin
Climb the rope and burn your skin


Life is a destination without the journey.
So locate the direction of your motivation.
I want to be me.
Free.
Yeah. You know?
We are burglars.
Mental murderers.
Are you spoken for?
Or broken?
It’s not this or that
It is the fat of a boar.
What happens behind the surface?
Feel the furnace
I think, I have lived my life this way
Seldom betrayed
I always escape the aim of my shame
To blame
The rich who itch
Turn the nest of mess
Into emptiness


Earth is nothing.
Just a lot of blue.
It’s an illusion. My hand goes through.
Any thought the people can make
Is a connection of a projection
“Crazy”
The American dream
Be the king in the sting of the unknown
Meet the image of your clone
Where the clock stops!


Life, stars.
The question of one god.
Is our mind love?
Weather, the feeling.
Wind a timeless clock
In an unknown ceiling.
To allow a good life for Little Miss Ashley Diss.
Sharpen your feelings with a knife like a kiss.
Obtain the white sparrow.
Hero.


You are stuck like glue.
Your mind is on 4th gear.
Will only stop for a few.
How will you juggle?
Snuggles.
And struggles.
The deterioration of the pirate, Osirus.
A life-long virus.
Can never stop. Nor pop.
Not even for war.
The mole on the troll.
Let go.
A wish.
Your fetish.


Under the first layer.
No face is rare.
Only when I become blind.
A piece of mind.
My life revolves around the moment,
A moment around my home.
The glass is crass.
An impermanent bet I set.
The creator’s ball of energy.
One memory!
Surprise.
The millisecond life.

I am locked in shock.


Yellow stuff is stuck in between my fingers.
It is trying.
Quickly drying.
I fork some beats
I dirty my cheeks
Chocolate, mustard, butter or all three
The male image is your brother.
The female image is born.
Together we are forelorn.

My nose wrinkles.
My taste buds dance and tingle.
All food tastes like Pringles, Kris Kringle.
My tastes buds.
Duds.
I have a fat gut?
Frequenting the dance club.
Do I wallow in the bath?
Or do I laugh?
Give up the heart-felt heavy-weight belt.
I will be more careful.
Full of bull.
But I do love to hate the feeling.


FEAR & CONFLICT STARTS.
BELIEF & KNOWLEDGE PARTS.
YOUR PURPOSE?
TO BE A TORTOISE.
GRIEF IS YOUR BELIEF.
POTENT MOMENT
I CAN PUT MYSELF IN ACTION.
ACCEPT THE REFLEX OF SANCTION.
THE REACTOR HAS SPOKEN.
THE BRIDGE IS FRACTURED; BROKEN.


There is no me
I don’t exist
There are no thoughts
only this
created a society
formed my effigy
feed the need
greed
monster mobster
tied with pride.


Ephemeral munificence.
We are
Patient parents.
With common sense.
Whom have come so far.

Rotten teeth. Cotton mouth.
Use the key.
Unlock the doubt to shout.
Count on me. I have telepathy.

Pester
With each gesture.
Like a court jester.
A strong song.
To my family, I always belong.
Too high.
To pull the wool over your eyes.

Happy 51st Birthday Father. -Your Son, Ramzy.


    Kitten known as ‘What’

8/21/06

There is a kitten.
Who hides death so well.
She gets what it wants.
Praise from Hell.

The kitten loves my mirror.
She stands as still as can be.
Fed treats when it jumps
Then retreats.

We watch it.
Sleep.
And purr.
The kitten known as “What.”
So blunt

The kitten is desperate. And intemperate.
It feels like a biscuit.
I care for it a lot.
Like a robot.
The kitten known as “What.”

Happy 27th Birthday Brother. Love, Ramzy


Secret Admirer: ASEEL

The map annoys me like a nocturnal moth.
I want to wrap you like a piece of cloth.
If only I had an elixir.
Your picture.

Warm you gently.
Like a Bentley.
It’s so funny.
To play with you honey.

See what I do:
I think of you.
Skin so soft.
I can only scoff.

I can only stare. And be able to compare.
To the others in your hair.
But I know the truth.
There’s no room in your smooth booth.


How is it to be married?
Do you wrestle with sharing?
Rumble with a lion in the jungle.

How is it to be married?
Do you feel buried?
A mixture of toiletries and accessories.

Where do you take a bath?
Does it require math?

Do you believe in silence?
Do you have a license?


THAT MEANS EVERYTHING

 

Restless & breathless.
She takes a car to travel, to shop, to work.
For one reason & one reason only.
She can’t sit & she can’t smirk.
She sleeps on the marshmallow pillow.
Like she is dead.
The squawk of a black crow.
Looking for bread.
Will she hook the oook?
Will the bitch snitch?
When I kiss the pale of her cheek.
So weak.
A wire is tired.


I visit a restaurant.
The service makes me mad.
It’s not that it’s bad.
It’s just that I was sad.

It is lunch,
I soak him with fruit punch.
My cherry pie strikes his face.
“How does it taste?”

The tension ferments.
I SAY, “Scat man.”
His punch misses and dents the cement.
I am Spider-man.

The po-po.
SAY, “It is time go GO.”
I flick a cig.
At A pig.


My answer will come in the form of a 4-leaf clover.
Or realizing I should have bent over.
The impact is a mirage.
It’s the old adage:
“Happiness is an abstract.”
A myopic contract.
This is for clarity.
Eat a cherry.
For charity.


    To: Sister

Out of the depths I rise.
Intelligent & wise.
I tell you before I part,
“I am off-the-chart.”
I don’t have to do math.
It’s not like that.
The constituents of going far?
Being better than whoever you are.
Die.
Each morning & night.


OPEN THE DOOR, MOTHER.
IT’S FOR YOU.
HERE IS TO ALL THE PEOPLE I CONSIDER.
INCLUDING THE GRIM REAPER.
HER EYES WIDE.
WITH PRIDE.
STEP INSIDE THE TIDE.
HOW FUN
TO BECOME.
HOW DO YOU RUN?
WITH THE BEAT?
HOLD YOUR HAND.
SAVE YOU FROM QUICKSAND.
I’VE HAD ENOUGH
OF THE BUG.
BABIES BARK ORDERS
WITH THE WORLD ON YOUR SHOULDERS.


No need to lecture.
To join the adventure.
There is no hurry.
To worry.
I spot the mistake.
A milk-shake.
I lay my head on my bed.
Stay strong for the times ahead.
Go outside to freeze.
Well – dreams are free.


The zesty spies.
The pesky flies.
Look in my blind mind.
Are you another brother?
On the level, of the Devil
In rank leather.
Without a say for today.


To live under your disguise.
Is no prize.
The thumps of my gentle heart.
It is an art.

Please see the wound.
Find the goon.
Find the Middle Man.
Execute the plan.

I give way.
To my nervous veins.
Don’t kiss me.
But please relieve my pain.

Give my book.
Into the hands of a crook.
Move my lips.
I step to the cliff.

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