a poisoned day

substance of a day.

dictator douchebags.

"separation mutes her hope"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zIo6lyP9tTE&feature=related

a desolate reality and a fantastical imagination.

Emotion, her greatest talent is swaying the intellect.

so painfully obvious and yet so cruelly impossible.

an elegant wit.

Thanksgiving: a meal that could not prevent a genocide.

"You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn't true. I know a lot about love. I've seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain, lies, hate... It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves... You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and... What I'm trying to say, Tristan is... I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I'd know it for myself. My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange - no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine. " - Yvaine from Stardust

that is some damn good writing.

Why, when a magical creature is before you, do you choose to polish stones?

dreams deferred.

until blood no longer runs warm.

apathy is as destructive as extremism.

captive to a story until it is told or, worse, lived.

rain come for me

cross the line.

hope for me, as i've worn that muscle out.

does the child need the lullaby, or do you?

trapped between dunya and akhira

a flower plucked

is dying

give it water

heaven as wish fulfillment

wish fulfillment through film

film as taste of heaven

happiness too late.

happiness too soon.

talking to mothers and aunties: not conducive to mental health.

I have never met a man, who I couldn't fire, who wasn't a flake.

to oppress your own soul.

clinging to endangered memories like carrying water in one's palms across a field.

acts of futility.

the work of solitary angels.

inhibited comprehension because of lost focus in the moment.

writing by cellphone light.

a conversation like wildflowers.

the first sight of blood in a deadly battle.

do not dismiss the loonies.

the destruction of an idyllic moment.

childhood toys give way to war machines.

the reunion of scattered friendships for a worthy cause.

wishes

like sitting in a field of wildflowers.

like watching sapphire glow.

like a drink of zamzam water.

fields of epic nothingness.

stage to stage in this life and the next.

whether in joy or misery life will pass.

finally free.

vengeance imprisons the seeker of vengeance.

there is no map for this.  no precedent.

one must be careful with where one places their jujube dolls.

there are stories we write and there are stories that write us.

sometimes i feel like a restless ghost haunting living creatures with my unfinished goals.

the great thing about outsourced is that old indian aunties laugh at your yo mama jokes.

peace for war machines.

By Steven Parris Ward

www.poemsofspward.com

boldy dressed in green.

only to be blown away like leaves in the wind.

names carved in stone

can be bombed and forgotten all the same.

i suspect republicans are the more carnivorous omnivores.

tranquility without catharsis - possible.

I want pecan pie and a wellesley winter.

there are people who exclaim "wow that really does happen!" and then there are people who know there's a shit ton of work to do.

convergence and fruition.

redwoods: the first skyscrapers.

"he is at once gentle and fearless

and when he says everything will be alright

i believe him"

in this way, it is quite easy to disappear into nothingness

i once went to shakespeare's house in stratford upon avon to rant in his guestbook about how he gave me unrealistic expectations of love.

standing still in clear water.

i ate nothing today.

"Palestinian Revolution's relationship with the rising Third World."

not a fan of elitist douchebags.

can't be bothered to wear a suit or say what is not believed.

big trees and clear water.

no one warns us about how hard it is to wait.

boots made in tunis, a skirt made in england and a soul made in heaven.

some fool stole her heart and hasn't given it back.

children forever.

the spell is broken.