Trying to open my arms ... unlock their grip ... can't!
Encased ... Imprisoned ... Entrapped
I hold the lock but lost the key
Man knows no better ... than to look outside
I see no end to this eternal dialogue
Perhaps if i turn off the lights ... i can hear the murmurs of the cars passing by outside my childhood window
Perhaps if i close my eyes ... i'll see the shadows of their headlights as they drift across the wall
These barricades of skin and bones ... far from the maddening crowd
The paint brush caresses the hard surface of the wall .. which shielded the master from the slave
There upon the hill and at the end of the long and misty road ... lies the unknown
Scold me for you know me not ... Neither do i
I can still hear him singing beyond the darkness and misfortune about a day that's yet to come
I can still see him chasing rainbows ... as he trusted everyone
I can still feel Cairo's gentle caress as the dawn rips through the night
I can still hear them fight
I have to say .. regardless of it all ... i'm speechless
restless within my confines
i witness
entrapped
engulfed
within this house of bones
MirrorCrax - For Dust & Glory
Crax in the mirror defragmenting our personal mental image, baring the reflection of time with no questions asked just so to become slivers of glass breaking up the idealistic image of who we hoped to be
Monday, June 27, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
Breakfast on the moon
Oh! how far we've come !
Oh! Poetry woes time !
How closer can we get ... just to realize we're so far away
In any given moment ... on any given day
The smoke never clears
... and the spectre stays
... on any given day
Scare crows scream out the songs that keep rining in my head
and the benetton colors of the new world order waltz on the ticks of dawn
Slice through the silence with a maserati and pierce your consciousness with paper clips
It's your time and you've got to realize ... sugar and spice and everthing nice comes precooked, prepacked and delivered
Drape your fire in lace and drown your fears in paperwork ... no one else will ever notice
Stand before the court smiling .. knowing you were nice
Hide away the skeletons ... Bury the hatchet and kill the clown
Don't ever frown ... Sound the bell and kickaway your cover ... it's a new day
and it's time to pay .... the piper
sail away in orbit towards space
at a peaceful yet careful pace
grab a seat
by the great sea
and have breakfast on the moon!
Oh! Poetry woes time !
How closer can we get ... just to realize we're so far away
In any given moment ... on any given day
The smoke never clears
... and the spectre stays
... on any given day
Scare crows scream out the songs that keep rining in my head
and the benetton colors of the new world order waltz on the ticks of dawn
Slice through the silence with a maserati and pierce your consciousness with paper clips
It's your time and you've got to realize ... sugar and spice and everthing nice comes precooked, prepacked and delivered
Drape your fire in lace and drown your fears in paperwork ... no one else will ever notice
Stand before the court smiling .. knowing you were nice
Hide away the skeletons ... Bury the hatchet and kill the clown
Don't ever frown ... Sound the bell and kickaway your cover ... it's a new day
and it's time to pay .... the piper
sail away in orbit towards space
at a peaceful yet careful pace
grab a seat
by the great sea
and have breakfast on the moon!
Saturday, February 12, 2011

Egypt! is Free! .,...... Seems like a dream
I still can't believe ... Egypt is Free!
Far from home ... blindfold ... in a dark room waiting for pictures to mount in the corners of my mind
Cannot scream ... cannot walk along the streets ... and live the dream
blood of the martyrs ... upon the curbstones ... of Tahrir square
flaming bullets ... piercing through the armor ... of stone cold colonels of fear
the sound of the free ... the sound of history
Egypt is Free! ..... it isn't a dream
barricades shattered ... into pieces ... releasing our beloved country
To walk proudly ... with her head held high ... beside the river where she cried
OH! YES! It's real! It's not a dream!
We can finally say we're free!
shaking fists with broken fingers against the tyrants of hypocrisy
upon the land ... land of our fathers ... land of our children ... land of the free!
We say!
EGYPT!
EGYPT!
EGYPT Prevails!
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