Medea Kali

Tell Gaza I love her
Though I cannot be with her
And my tears fall; shameful streams,
As I watch shadows engulf her beauty
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We’re two of a kind, you and I
You; in your big world
Weaving charms around them porcelain-skinned girls,
How you are blinded by their radiant magnificence
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Looking down from the roof-top of the same place
Cars, shouts, fights, decaying trees...
Nothing's changed, my dear
It is the second year and he is still singing his non tamo pius'
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How to disassociate your body from your mind?
Kindly try and fill the void with your voice

First: Stop Writing
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Pour me a glass or six, dear bartender
You seem to forget that we've been through this through and through
Quench my thirst for forgetfulness and happiness in its most vulgar base shape
I am happy in this state and you, them cannot get to me
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There aren’t raindrops falling on my head no more
My dear drugged alcoholic friend
You spoke witful and sobering words into my existence
In amazement, I listened as you ate your greens
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What is felt by the heart can rarely be expressed with words
We've been through all that. I thought you knew me by now
We have stopped being lovers for four years now
We have not spoken to each other since then
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Mohammed, what can I say on your untimely departure?
I miss you…Every now and then I remember that big smile of yours
That optimistic happy mood you were always in
I would always strut in the place where you always ended up at
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The cursed streets of Beirut,
The city that knows neither night nor day
The two entwine into a perfect blend
Of continues euphoria for those who seek it
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Northern lights reflect their shadows
The dismal lake absorbs and swallows
Love on this earth is meager
I roll over to his side, I'm still eager
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I wish the plane you're going to board crashes
And you and what I have of you turns to debris and ashes
As you fly across oceans and lands
On your way to that distant land with foggy beaches, skinny-legged tramps
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Empty, cold, I feel so morbidly alone
To think these thoughts every day or two
To have the same feelings of yesterday
Is this what you have to offer me?
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Smoking the day's last cigarette
Sipping my last cup of coffee
Silence, the curse of the night
Most of God's creations just go to sleep
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This is a bad dream, a morbid vision
of what is not supposed to be
Haze in my eyes from God's forbidden weeds
Medea's revenge on Butterfly's long awaited savior
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No white rose to grace your grave
Not enough tears to abolish the hate

They stand so aloft and haughty
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Nastassya, you stand laughing at my foolery
My morbid obsession of thee
Among fallen women, you say; but
Thou art the princess of my dreams
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On a warm spring day, the river mirrors
Images of trees on banks, vividly expressive
Of every speck and detail
Mine soul is a reflection of thee
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A diamonded jewel in a wretched sphere
I found thee, hungry and weak
I took thee under mine own wing
Thou wert a rare queen belonging to me
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There's always a door
There's always a prison behind that door
The sea of your jeweled dreams
will vapor amidst waves of broken hopes,
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Not a lonely place for me... NO more
This globe shook, turned and tossed him
right unto me
Friday chills and lazy afternoons
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