Do you know the tale?
It goes round and round in these parts.
Women whisper it in the kitchen, children relate to it while throwing round their darts.

Do you know the story?
The one which each generation added a detail?
The one which keeps people awake at night, every time without fail.

Do you know the tale?
It goes round and round in these parts.
Women whisper it in the kitchen, children relate to it while throwing their darts.

Do you know the legend?
Of the evil spirits of our hometown?
The spirits whom our animosity fills, from their head all the way down?

Do you know the tale?
It goes round and round in these parts.
Women whisper it in the kitchen, children relate to it while throwing their darts.

Do you know the fable?
To which everyone I know believes.
The evil spirits who have been silent for many years, but finally have something up their sleeves.

Semi-Darkness

My name is sorrow.

So am I.

My name is darkness.

So am I.

My name is sadness.

So am I.

My name is woe.

So am I.

My name is death,

It will always be.

Oh, but what is this?

Light? No, no I can't....I can't!

NO, not light!

Alas, yes it is light.

My name is happiness.

So am I.

My name is joy.

So am I.

My name is smiles.

So am I.

My name is hope.

So am I.

My name is love.

It will always be.

Just one step more

An arguement of human rights,
turning into big fights.

The dictator depriving people of happiness,
people left penniless.

Blood splattered as easily as salt,
people dying through Gaddafi's fault.

Every brother and sister out there,
go show them who's who,
just one step more, the whole world is behind you.

A flock of brown birds

On a gloomy night,

hours away from first light.

A torrent of brown leaves fly across the small town,

dancing their peculiar dance.

They are preparing,

preparing for a time when they reign supreme,

over the leaves of sickly green.

They dance across the town still as dawn breaks,

few studies have been made about them,

humans will never understand their mysteries...

Guilty

I cannot drink, I cannot eat,
because of this terrible, terrible feat.

My life is a mix of sadness and woe,
I cannot think, I am confused so.

A voice comes for me every night, I try to flee,
however,it speaks,
"guilty."