Poem called The Rubble by Mohammed El-Kurd Frustrated heartbeat will be nothing but a time bomb Longing for home; home as in the womb That I Should have never left and went back to the rest of the taboos to practice in secret overwhelming flashes of ashes that will never turn into a new life came to haunt you again like painless pain that the pleasure is participating in some lose some win but what are you and what are they Like a moonless sin anatomy of hope, wonder and flesh all belonging with fear, wounds and the sirens Pale dices roll over what’s under your soil, and violence is their defense mechanism from a rebel that’s still being created that is still alive in the tomb, anticipated A little boring but the truth always bores the liar Push, don’t mind the rocket hitting you giving birth on top of the rubble for the rubble and for what’s under/above the rubble. for the memories, the you and me’s, the stories that are in the rubble. …. Live on
Posted on: Fri, 14 Nov 2014 03:28:03 +0000