broken soul, preoccupied with life back home

[Kulmiye]

Innocent soul

Observing life through

Poetry journal

 

I thought I have a place call home

But with the mark on that sister,

In the eyes of that child

Struggling for food

I appear in clouds on some earth shit

And refuse to put my pen down

 

World wide we are the headline

In every station

 

Every side of the region

Pullet’s rain

Mothers mourn

Babies born an evening

With broken tone

 

Smock covers the shooting stars

Myth glorified the Rocky Mountains

I surface with the purpose

With legitimize I stood

 

Still

Brother on brother crime

Makes my heart read

 

While streets smell like seals

And clatter at the end

Like a wartime real’s

Where the glib of propaganda spills

 

Has it ever occur to you

with faith we still struggle and fall

From grace

Where the clan of an eyelash gashes the sky

 

Make a wish child

Make a wish upon your bullet

Hole and watch your mother

Shrink into small casket

You thought she’ do never be?

[remember in quran]

Woman came from erosion of bone

So when you blink yourself to sleep

Hardships sickles your dreams

Hold your head up still

 

Mother,

in blue morning I rise

In search for redemption

Up and down hope street

Children outgrew from their

Underwear, death escapes

And escalates at the summit surfaces

 

It seems that we were born this earth

To struggle

So I select my transgressions

But more often than not logic gives way to circumstances

And some of us just never make

It over the hills

 

So there I go

Taking my Weary heart and

preoccupied mind to sleep

Deep seal my rhythm

Heaven I await