And so my friend you now comprehend why writing is a track where the end spells lack. Like a metronome’s pendulum poetry is a medium that keeps me going down this track and coming back!
And as the fires swallowed my cries I opened my eyes to face life’s lies. I closed my heart and gave up tries for a prize: to accept failures without whys and be wise to break ties and move in smaller gyres to avoid fires and flat tires caused by familiar mires.
If attraction were a hue made in love to hew a heart with a look at you then I’m into you.
Be the change but don’t try to change me for a rainbow needs both the sun and rain
I am love, life's eternal rose whose petals rest on time's calyx to blossom in dreams.
Duality and duplicity are my feet For I am life man's greatest prize or demise!
Together with time they etch destinies or chip cares away from minds. Whys and hows are pain's twigs kindling its flame to meet time's hammers.
Nights and days are just pages you Open in me with every step you make. There’s no way of telling if I’ll be Everything you’ve ever wanted.
My friend the Wind- is a lady who changes- personas with every dress! You can hear her voice- go up and down with- every lapel and pleat!
Finjan is the Arabic word for the typical coffee up and saucer you use when you drink Turkish Coffee. Fin is actually supposed to be fan but the pronunciation of the word changed overtime to resemble the word jin(also means genie and jan is the formal Arabic word for jinni(also Arabic spoken) or genie).