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Tomorrow is October 7 2023 take 19, Better known as April 7 2025.Tomorrow morning the clock will strike 6:28 am just like every other morning.Tomorrow morning I will thankfully wake up again to an alarm clock.Tomorrow
lacing my fingers togetherI wondershould I kneelstandmaybe salute althoughI well comprehendthe rulesof a regiment I’m at a lossto knowwhat regimented rulesapply here in thisnowhere space a temple of clouds unknowingmy corporeal selfstruggles to conveythe solemnityof my
They say: “Israel are baby killers,” but they murdered Kfir and Ariel in cold blood.
They claim to support women’s rights
Twin heads of copper hair
blindingly bright like
sun-fires in the
very eyes of God
that bore a hole
through the conscience
of an indifferent world.
I waited for you for 15 months,
I thought about you every day,
I missed you everyday
I had hope for your return for 15 months
One day
I’ve got –
Them.
Funny, clumsy, crying.
Kids.
Cubs.
Days
passed.
My cubs played.
They grew strong, beautiful, shining.
Kind.
And then
that
day
came.
In the shadows where I used to hide,
Thoughts like chains, they pulled me inside.
Days felt heavy, nights dragged on,
But deep inside, a spark was drawn.
I’ll rise from the ashes, I’ll find my way,
Leave the past behind, it’s a brand new day.
The storm may linger, but I’ll learn to dance,
With every heartbeat, I’ll take a chance.
in bed
cold beads
of sweat
catch me
still in the snare
of my nightmare
back at the home
of my childhood
walking past
the front door
realizing
it wasn’t quite
completely closed
Like a thousand chimes at midnight[1]
A reminder
what Great is[2]
Showing their color[3]
Have they heard?[4]
Have they been afraid?[5]
To what end?
Is this,
the Marathon we heralded[6]
Powerful emotions pulsating
through my veins
every breath a challenge
as I struggle in my chains
In the bleakness of a tunnel
far below the light of day
never knowing never speaking
slowly dying there I lay
Will they save me
from this nightmare