of my black beret
there is little to say now
it has become me

        Those Eyes
        By Casem AbuLughod
        
        Those eyes, watching with fright
        I see them as they see me
        Hidden in darkness and in the light
        From the shadows setting them free
        
        Those eyes, what is the cursed line?
        A frigid hand of midnight air
        Reaches for my spine
        And then pulls me by the hair
        
        Those eyes, those life-forsaken eyes
        Watching me endlessly
        Telling me to stop the lies
        The ones that continue ceaselessly
        
        Those eyes, of those passed on
        Dying of oppression, hatred and bigotry
        Implore me even though they've gone
        To stand up and fight the worlds misery
        
        Those eyes, they are there
        Always there to remind
        Of many an affair
        To which our history does bind
        
        Those eyes, watching you and me
        An ever present reminder of tragedy

 

The Chase

He appears over the hill
Each morning brightening
Everything around including my sill
He jumps up into the sky laughing
As he floats up and around until
He disappears in the evening
Then his sister will float over the hill
Quickly she hurries, her head always turning
And she is searching still
As he is still running

Casem Mohammad AbuLughod aka CMA

 

Frustration

Fuming thoughts bustle about
Angry mouth begins to pout
The steam of boiling belief begins to build
Disappointment grows as tear ducts are filled
Frustration is expressed
A gasp or a sigh as the matter is pressed
Explanations won't work
As thoughts are caught in a gloomy murk
Nothing is right because everything is wrong
Oh turn it off, that booming gong
A steady beat that shatters the skull
All stop with their own thoughts to mull

The Black Beret

 

Writer's Block

my brain is lax
all systems are slumped
i am not at my max
i am not pumped

neurons are holding their fire
my thoughts have stopped
my mind is caught in a quagmire
everything has flopped

that inner light in a box is locked
darkness fills my head
in truth as a writer i am blocked
all ideas have fled

Casem Mohammad AbuLughod