Tag: hope
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What is said
What is said of a warrior dead? The one that fights with duty nigh. What is said of the wounds that bled? As he lies decayed whence corpses lie. What is said of those he defends? And the lives they lived before they died. What is said of a reality that bends? One that bends…
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Earthbound
I survived the crash, survived the harsher waves that splashed. I survived the breaching fires that crawled towards me like starving rats. I survived the weight of a spacesuit, clinging to me like moss; it took to the last second to finally take it off. I survived the atmosphere that I thought would singe my…
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Atmospheric Pressure
Therospheric pulls, gravitational waves, So close to earth, caught in my earthling ways. Homeward bound — to touch the soft ground. Return to the heavens, I hear again sound. Mesospheric ice, it’s so cold that it burns, A meteorite in night, unbound it returns. Consumed in a blaze, it can shrivel to dust. My spacesuit…
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Begotten to Begone
In sunlight, when the sky still smiled; Idyllic dreams, loving desire. The heart dives deep, lovingly unbridled. Hell to skeptics and romance deniers. Zealous love; that sits like a cloud, it hovers there and barks aloud. New Zealand coasts, the story transpires. A legend told, at tomorrow’s campfires. It was like Peter and Wendy, but…
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Clouds
And there I hurt my love, unintentionally, her upset anger visible in the words that weren’t said. The silence aches my soul, her warmth for long now a comfort to my soul. And still not long, but still it feels like a lifetime since I loved her. Like a series of unbroken dreams, ever bringing…
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Eyes Weary
The sight of another dead stirs that woe deep in me. A thing viscerally hidden spikes, an anger towards the unreasonable machinations of a world, political. All these politics operating with scheming hands, things are optical. Oh, how they digitize that plight and make what’s right wrong, and what’s wrong right. A barbarian face they…
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Peter Goes Too
Remember when Wendy went, like a dream so long ago. The pain sat too long, pooled in mud rot with mulch and leaves. I had to figure it out before I let the keyboard go. And then I let her go through the click and clack of keys, those metaphors they journeyed to Neverland. The…
Writings by Samson Mousa 