The Futility Of Writing A Poem Which The Addressee Would Never Read
It's like throwing A brick at the moon, hoping You'd hit it And sink it And vanish all the nights In your life
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A Beer-Flavored Yearning
I am Miserable I can’t seem to be jovial So I seek solace from a pizza Served with beer and calamari
The Sweetest Eulogy
After all your blood have been drained, That’s when they would treat your wound. After you became blind, That’s when they’d give you a book to read. After you’ve lost both your feet, That’s when they'd show you the joy of running. After you’ve cut your tongue off, That’s when they’d be ready to hear you sing. After you’ve lost both your arms, That’s when they’d teach you to draw. After you’ve died of a nightmare, That’s when they’d wish you ‘sweet dreams.’ And while you’re sealed inside a coffin, Waiting to be turned into ashes, That’s when they’d write you the sweetest eulogy.
Today Is The Day
Today is the day you kiss Something dear Not a pretty miss But a bottle of beer Today is the day you move closer Towards your grave And farther From your crib Today is the day you should count All your blessings Then flaunt All your misgivings Today is the day you both die And live a little And laugh and cry And whittle
It's A Sin To Tell A Lie
It’s a sin to tell a lie, they say, and I believe them Lie, and you’ll go to hell Or if you’re lucky, to purgatory, where you’d do nothing but wait Victims of cruel lies shed oceans of tears, Endlessly they cry, endlessly they suffer Yanking their hearts out, they utter “Oh, look at us! Look closer!” their eyes fixated on heaven “Undone, unnerved, now unwilling to bend May the gods pity us End our miseries, end our distrust Let their tongues fall from their mouths, and throw it to the fire…” And I will persist to wonder why people lie It’s kind of cathartic to tell the truth.
Wait For Her (The Song And The Poem)
“Wait For Her,” a ballad from Roger Waters’ new album, Is This The Life We Really Want, was inspired from the following poem by Palestinian poet and writer Mahmoud Darwish. Mr. Waters set melody to it, tweaked some words and the result, a hauntingly smart love song. Lesson From The Kama Sutra (Wait For Her) By Mahmoud Darwish (Translation by Dr. Fayeq Oweis) With a glass inlaid with gemstones, wait for her on a pool around the evening and among the perfumed roses, wait for her… with the patience of a horse destined for the slopes of the mountains, wait for her… with a distinctive aesthetic taste of a prince, wait for her… with seven pillows stuffed with light clouds, wait for her… with the fire of women incense filling the place, wait for her… with the scent of a male sandals on horseback, wait for her… and do not rush it, if she arrives late then wait for her… and if sh...