Our Castles of Sand

Hands determinedly digging
 through sand, rocks and shells
 pounding, pumping and preparing
 magnificent mounds of living structure.
 
 Like castles of sand
 on a burning beach,
 our cities emerge
 from lifeless barren soil.
 A network of confusion
 erupting into violence and hate.
 
 Only the rich can have
 the upper windows
 that look out and on, away
 from the mess their hands
 have formed.
 
 The others, stifled
 sitting in houses
 awaiting death.
 Seizing, grasping any kind of joy
 that comes their way,
 even if their joy claims
 that of others.
 
 Stagnated youth, lying helpless at the end of a needle
 Stolen innocence of childhood appeasing the lusts of men
 Tyrannical credit cards
 seizing wealth that does not exist,
 pulling people into poverty
 in the name of freedom.
 
 Beware! the tide always comes
 what we think is permanent, stable and prolonged
 disappears in an instant.
 Our castles of sand
 that cost so much of life and beauty to build,
 will one day,
 all be washed away.
 

Sad Sorrows

I weep my heart out no one cares

slowly I have fallen 

down into the gray blackness of

despair 

anguishing for hours 

can barely left my head 

dragging myself through the days 

I paste on a mask and hope none sees through

my pain is always bubbling up, just beneath; 

never rising  

I hide the tears and fears 

depression slowly pulls me down 

lower than the darkest hour 

I cry out to Allah to give me relief from the never ending battle

I am bone weary how much longer must I fight against this losing battle 

I have fought for years and nothing ever changes 

the struggles of depression makes me forget how to smile or laugh

I feel like a big damp cold colorless fog holds onto me

Poem

Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

There’s not a day that doesn’t goes by

That I don’t think of you

You are always on my mind

And always in my heart

And that is something you can’t tear apart.

I will always be your mommy.

And I will always love you so

But the day god took you from me.

Was the day you had to go?

You had to go to a better place.

But you will always be around.

For my thoughts of you

Is what makes me think?

What it would have been like if you were around

I love you son more than anything♡