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Our story began behind bars with the broken,
Displaying our armor with truths left unspoken.
Through the gates each day, our counselor hats on,
Where pain wore a face, and hope felt long gone.
You, with your wisdom and counselor’s grace,
Me, burnt out but still showing my face.
We stitched up souls with words and care,
In a world where few even knew we were there.
"Eight and the gate" rang like a drum in our chest,
Till we traded our keys for a long-needed rest.
No longer confined, our world opened wide,
With pups at our heels and friends by our side.
Bella, a farting cutie with sass to spare,
Jack Dangles—cutest dude anywhere,
Ollie, judging all with a skeptical eye,
And mine, loyal, wild, barking at the sky.
We measured our days in tail wags and sparks,
And found light in our dogs when the world turned dark.
You’re my news anchor, my human rant,
My “yes you can” when I swear I can’t.
We share stories and snacks and fried calamari,
And laugh till we wheeze like a nursing home party.
You’re blue as the sky, I’m red underneath,
But we cry the same tears from sorrow and grief.
We talk of the world—no judgment, no shame,
Different opinions, but hearts just the same.
You bring the fire, and I bring the “me,
”?You rage at the news with raw clarity.
(You really should join that Trump-haters squad—
They’d give you a mic and a standing applaud.)
When the world gets too heavy, we know what to do—
Dogs, snacks, the news, and a cry or two.
You’ve saved me from drowning more than you know,
With sarcasm, love, and that fierce Jewish glow.
You check in with care that never feels fleeting—
Usually starting with, “Hey… what you eating?”
You’re braver than you’ll ever admit,
Still fighting each day with your sharp, clever wit.
You ache in the places that scream in the night,
But you rise. You stay. You still fight.
I’m twelve percent Jewish, I love to remind—
Which explains why I cry and complain all the time.
You yell “Borscht!”—I say, “What’s that mean
”You sigh, “Oh hush, just eat something green.”
You’re my friend beyond what words can explain—
Through doctor reports and every bloodstain.
If life’s a long walk with no real map,
I’m glad it’s with you—nap by nap.
We’re still here. We’re still us.
Still wrapped in dog fur, still raising a fuss,
Partners in crime—chaos, a must.
Give me liberty, or please give me death.
Give me words that give me wealth,
Giving me a way to express myself.
When the way of the word is all that is left,
Give me a way to vent,
So that I can remain in good health.
Give me a peaceful way, with others, to compete.
Give me a way to come greet
Others who want to bring some heat,
Using their words to accomplish something neat,
Using their syllabols to create some beats.
Give us a table, where we can take some seats,
To come and eat, like brothers and sisters who complete
That family tree of writing rhymes,
Writing words so sublime.
But not for a dime,
Just free with their time,
Sharing words that are prime,
Like a group of partners in crime.
A crime against those who impose their will.
A crime against those whose prose
Try to oppose our skill.
All of our spirits they are trying to kill.
They want us to swallow their pill,
Cuz' they hate the words that we use to thrill.
Words that they are too full of themselves to feel.
Because, to them,
It is a crime
To be free to create.
They are the closed minded,
Who only see hate.
They are free to see bait,
As they try to decide all of our fates.
But, they are far too late,
Because we are already free to be great.
So, when I become King,
Do not throw words at my throne.
Just leave me alone!
My talent is already known!
Has already been shown!
Please don't make me change my tone,
Because when it is all said and done,
I will not throw you a bone.
I'll just throw you a slam in sonnet form.
Make you squeamish
With an Italian or an English storm.
Because for me,
This is just the norm,
And when I am done,
You will never leave your dorm.
Just try to take my words from me, and give me you chains!
Prove to me that your brain has truly gone insane!
Prove that, from my pain, you have something to gain!
I will endure the doom and gloomy clouds of the vain!
And at the end of the rain, I will still remain!
Before I go,
Let me till you one thing.
I consider myself
Already the KING.
So, when it comes to "THESE" words,
The KING will sing,
"I LET FREEDOM RING!"
"I LET FREEDOM RING!"
And when it comes to "THESE" words,
The KING will sing,
"I LET FREEDOM RING!"
"I LET FREEDOM RING!"
Thinking of the old days, the people and places. There are so many memories, there are so many faces. There were hard times a plenty and it's harder to believe, that a childhood can weigh so heavy when there's no one to relieve the hurt, pain and disgust. That you carry for the ones you're supposed to trust. But how can you trust the ones who are never there? You wait by the door but it doesn't seem fair, that all your friends have parents, who live at home. So you start to blame yourself for why you feel so alone. You start to ask why, you say what did I do? But then your tears run dry and you realize that it's not you. You're not to blame, the faults not yours. But you still carry that pain and you still feel that remorse. And for us that's how it went. We were all but alone. But thank God that for us, we had grandma at home. She carried that burden that Mona's couldn't hold. So thank God for that woman, she's more precious than gold. She was strong enough to keep us both together, she was strong enough to keep us both under pressure. The pressure she felt must've been so strong. But she never let go and she always held on. So it's my firm belief that she molded us both. She didn't plant the seed but she watered the growth. She watched us thrive and for that we both owe, our childhood to that woman who never said no. She never said go, Leave me alone. She just opened her door and gave us a home. Plus for me, there was you. Someone unlike any other. Not than just my cousin, you were more like my brother. You were my best friend and we were partners in crime. And we had each other's back, at the drop of a dime. So we grow up slowly, and time passes by. But nobody ever told me, how fast time flies. Everything happens too quick to see. So open your eyes and try not to blink. Because if you blink you might miss it and then it's gone. So do what she did and just hold on to what you've got, and don't let go. Plant your own seeds and watch them grow. Cherish the memories that are made every day, and don't forget how you got to where you are today. You see for me it's to easy and plain to see. So I'm thankful that my childhood consisted of grandma, you and me.
We went to Las Vegas for the very first time,
My husband, father in law, and I all partners in crime.
Each of us brought $500 to spend.
We hoped it would last through the week's end.
I was itching to try my hand at slots,
While they hit the tables like a couple of hot shots.
My plan was to keep any winnings I won,
And if I lost, I would be done.
We had a grand old time for that week,
Hoping we would hit a lucky streak.
We went to Hoover Dam, casinos, and shows.
Sin City was an exciting place that never closed.
So far my luck on the slots was pretty good,
But nothing earth-shattering like I thought it would.
Not feeling well, one day I stayed behind in our suite,
While they went to a Holyfield fight, a real treat.
Later I decided to go downstairs to get a snack,
And saw a slot machine calling me, “Please come back.”
So I sat down at this double diamond slot to play,
When all hell broke loose, with money hitting the tray.
I had hit the lucky seven double diamonds.
With only two coins, it was auspicious timing.
My eyes were as big as saucers in shock.
My heart was beating loudly, as people gathered to gawk.
The ringing was deafening in my ears,
As I waited for the management to pay me amidst cheers.
My jackpot was $3200 after Uncle Sam’s portion.
I headed back to my room after the stupendous commotion.
I spread the hundred dollar bills all over the bed in anticipation
To see my family’s reaction upon return, and their exclamation.
When Dave and Frank walked into the room, they stopped in flabbergast.
The sight of the money on the bed almost gave them a heart attack.
It was as much fun seeing their shocked expressions,
As it was hitting the lucky sevens in succession.
“I thought you were sick,” my husband said in shock.
I replied, ”Well I had to get something to eat, and I played a slot.”
The rest of the trip I still won a few more bucks.
Even at the airport I won $200 with unexplainable luck.
Dave and Frank played hard, but were going home bust.
But I was going home a winner, which satisfied my wanderlust!
When we were young, your shadow took the form of a little girl
A little sister to an older brother
That ruled the world
A shadow that endlessly followed you around
Who thought her sibling didn’t touch the ground
Your shadow never left you alone
But she always made sure you felt at home
Home became a different word
As we got older
We were partners in crime that lost a mother
But we loved each other through our pain like none other
Sometimes you were more than annoyed
Sometimes your shadow didn’t let the boys be boys
But you always made sure to come back around
Enduring tickle torture fights with mom on the ground
As we aged and time flew by
(Even through the distance)
Your shadow stayed by your side
Fiercely admiring her brother’s courage
Vulnerability and strength
He never backed down and went to any length
To teach the shadow to face her darkness
And bring her back to light
As he led the way, she followed
And she fought with all her might
He taught her to pick herself up and brush off the dust
He taught her to take accountability for her choices - this was a must
He taught his shadow to stop trailing him behind
He taught his shadow to trust her heart and her mind
You see, there’s always a reason for the shadow
The darkness needs a source
You have always been the leader, the pioneer, and the force
You have shared your light with countless others
Spreading joy just like your mother
You’ve spent your life bringing those together
With selfless love
You have been the tether
Between you and your shadow
Who will always be by your side
Inspired by a brother who never thought to hide
So, even if you are on your ninth life
I would have followed you through every one
Because you shine brighter than the sun
In case you take a different form next time around
I know that every shadow needs light to be found
Another example of Western hypocrisy,
Is Bahrain where they claim "Democracy",
A self-designed "Democracy" of dictatorship,
Which actually started from a pirate-ship,
In history you will find that some pirates,
Who were the robbery and theft laureates,
Through cheating, fraud and deception,
Killings, aggression and corruption,
They came into power to abuse everyone,
Before was with sword and now is with the gun,
They thought that their kingdom will last,
Because of their savagery, which is vast,
Did not imagine that they would be faced,
With people's protests and be disgraced,
And that the whole world will come to know,
About the truth of Bahraini Kingdom's show,
This show is about the killings and rapes,
Bodies with signs of torture and scrapes,
Children, men or women have no difference,
In receiving this torture for-instance,
They raid the houses with troops anytime,
And become altogether partners in crime,
The news are filled with photos of tortures,
But Western governments are just the watchers
They have no movement or any gestures,
Perhaps they're waiting to eat like "Vultures",
West have been playing "Divide and Rule",
Thats how they fight with this tool,
But they couldn't start a Shia-Sunni fight,
So they created "Takfiris" or "Salafis", despite,
Now they just sit back and enjoy the show,
Because they sowed this decades ago,
O' Muslims! We must wakeup and realize,
Or we will, from earth, vanish, otherwise,
O' People of Bahrain we are with you by heart,
Every hurdle has a comfort in a part,
Even though it is Eid, tears are dropping,
As if the humanity is itself plopping.
Eid is a word for Muslims happy celebrations specially after Ramadhan. The Bahraini people are facing aggression and brutality of Bahrain's government forces since many decades.
From the book "Take Your freedom" 2013
Available at www.amazon.com
Old boozed Willy was hostile and not ready to lose;
a dirty face, a glowing nose...
only a firefighter's water hose
could have put out the heat he had gotten from the booze!
All the boys of Tumbleweed scampered like chased mice
as they saw his bulgy belly hanging from his trousers...
ah, his bad breath had the stench of a piggy;
they yelled angrily, " Go to another town, fatty! "
What was on his hot, red tongue?
The smell of Johnny Walker's whiskey?
They always saw him leaping like a frog...
when he finally got up, he looked so scary!
Who crossed Willy...driving him to drink that poison?
He cussed everyone getting a bit closer to his whiskey,
never did he mess with a chubby, bickering mommy,
who came running,...brandishing a long, black baton!
One noon there was a large rally by his door
to evict him from his bungalow...what was the reaction of Willy?
He brought out a case of expensive whiskey,
and offered them lots of drinks...they drank and felt mellow!
So they kept on drinking the hard liquor...
until it hurt their full, burping beer-bellies,
but one of them quite sober hollered with a stuttering voice,
" Get Willy, he stole all the whiskey from the Happy Hour Bar!
Old boozed Willy was hostile and not ready to lose;
a dirty face, a glowing nose...
only a firefighter's water hose
could have put out the heat he had gotten from the booze!
My comment:
It wasn't fair to chase after Old Willy after
they drank his whiskey, even 'though they found out
it was stolen. They weren't a bit thankful or compassionate,
but drinking it without asking him how he got it,
made them his partners in crime!
Malaysians Today
There are times I wonder if we are real Malaysians...
There are migrants and there are immigrants...
Then you have locals and there are natives...
And we all know there are new Malaysians....
Whose looks and interactions are so alien...
But, don't be surprised where and when there are new Malaysians...
They have the latest IC, they religiously fly the BN flag and Jalur Gemilang...
West Malaysians need a passport and yearly passes to be in Sabah...
While the new Malaysians, they freely crisscross the porous borders...
Seems all too true, Malaysia Boleh, anything can happen.....
Laws are subjectively applied to fit the situation...
And politicians, they complicate every possible solution...
Playing up sentiments of divisive influences from race and religion...
Money and corruption are partners in crime hindering development...
And if things are not bad enough, there are kidnappings across the seas...
And there have been documented incidents of intrusion from illegal entries...
While true Malaysians grapple with the higher cost of living and weakening money...
We are also tormented by the spectre of communal distrust and religious disharmony...
That's Malaysia Boleh, the Land of Possibilities for Malaysians Today...
How did we get to where we are,
America - the one undimming shining star,
A land of freedom, of unbounded pride
Where no one needed run and hide
For their religion or mere thought,
Democracy - the very heart of what was taught.
Now the Media drums a beat
That too many rush to heed,
Politicians seem at war
Spewing discord to their core,
Division their concocted art
Wrenching the rest of us apart.
Pressure groups with voices loud
Control the stage as if endowed,
We the masses listen stunned
Outmaneuvered and outgunned,
All too late we see the light
As our cities fall to blight.
Police leaving by the score,
Inner cities full of gore,
Death and Drugs partners in crime
The serial killers of our time,
Those we elect wringing their hands
Caving in to shrill demands.
Social media runs amok
Trampling discourse in it's muck,
Faceless voices spewing hate
Leaving victims to their fate,
Pervading every corner of our life
Their tool of choice inciting strife.
Is it too late may we well ask
To tear apart this vile death mask,
Restoring that for which our father's fought
A way of life worked for and not bought,
The very fruit of land well sown
The purest form of liberty our world has ever known.
The dreaded day of the family meeting arrived
Elder planning, liquidating assets and dispersing 84 years of belongings
Excuses, postponing, manipulations, whining and reasonings--
Valid each and present
Partners in crime, codependent family structure with high disfunctional
communicaton skills, L-O-V-E spelled out many times like the sword of truth
and breastplate of righteousness.
Words were pitched and hurled then stroked like a fine persian cat with silken fur.
At the end of the day, with the word pile left in the floor like discarded dung; I
tucked my tail and departed. I hope against all odds that tomorrow will be a better
day and the grim reality of lost freedom will be swallowed with honey and accepted.
Instead of preparing for battle with gloves and sword. Until the stretched car takes
you away, be peaceful my love, L-O-V-E, spelled with emphasis on the OH OH.
My freedom is going quickly, along with my parents freedoms to chose and plan,
I will become responsible to see they get a bath, meals, medical care and to the
store. Will I have time for me?
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my words to sweep
Away from the bitter heep
I pray the lord my heart to keep!