Author Archives: mahani

Burn incense  it makes sense Music is rockin  Mama is rockin The wine has been served Up goes my nerve  And I’m sitting here writing this down.  The gray sky is covering the world that I know and it’s dreary and eerie and ever so cold.  I embrace the feeling because it’s beautiful and itContinue reading “And music”

-somber days  rainy haze raindrops play  whimsy -depicting trees at ease and too, the leaves  magically -brilliant hues sky and earth  clouds burst  quench thirst -obstinate lightning bolt thunder jolt wind afloat unpredictably  -rainbow aglow pot of gold?  mischievously  -m

Thinking about what to write in this real deep place right now and these are the words I put down… An upside down smile is a frown.  All thoughts are circular.  My neighbor just distracted me but in a beautiful way. He’s playing his guitar, alone.  White wine will do but red wine is preferred. Continue reading “Circles”

We lost our way in the littered streets of rebellion.  And allowed for our being and our culture to slip into the cracks of the pavement and into the potholes of cultured destruction.  We wanted freedom to be non-Palestinian. We yearned for America.  But the fiber of the umbilical cord strewn so delicately, yet soContinue reading “And the olive trees did grow….”

-Where did the happy go? Where is the life in her eyes? Now there’s a gaze, I don’t know, her smile a disguise.   Gentle and broken soul, right from the core to take away all the pain then make sure there’s no more, I’d walk to the ends of the earth, I’d battle anyContinue reading “The girl I used to know…”

My head bows in prayer. The room echoes with silence.  The voices are dancing like ripples on water. Memory remembers the verses snd sayings, nostalgia is playing with the devil’s daughter. She’ll wake up drowning in blood from the slaughter.  Goodnight angel. Goodnight sweetness. Take a deep breath. Goodnight and God bless.  The flowers areContinue reading “Nostalgia”

Living in the knowing space Is my religion.  Decided how to figure out  how to honor my decision.  It’s where everything is something and where somethings really nothing.  The knowing space in my every space, God bless this place.  -m

So once I knew I wasn’t innocent, Driving through the city. Night. I cleared my head made room for what I felt.  I knew it was the burning fire.  I drove along the streets I seen. I knew they were not innocent.  Cause everyone and everything had lived long as the miles I sped.  AndContinue reading “Decadence”

In pain, I have found my grace. In destruction,  my peace unleashed its ferocity.  I am reminded in heartache that time rolls forward.  And in humility is my pity.  In darkness the light shown brightest.  In sorrow, my joy was awake.  In loss of breath and anxiety,  I give my forgiveness and I can forsake. Continue reading “Recognition”

Lay the roses on a grave  life is slave.  Pack the boxes gripped with tape  Move away.  It’s cold outside  And I’m freezing inside.  I am still.  Get lost in the shuffle of the day to day.  But I get on as the wind rolls by.  Bare feet on the pavement burn  melting snow underneath.Continue reading “I am still”