Chai’s Poetry

Imprisonment of my soul

The breeze waves peace to me as she says
Just yesterday there was peace and now there is a cracked past with no rain
Two years of old love for a new world stays the same
As new generations lose tongs and grasp hard with red knuckles in their faith

Imprisonment of my own she said
In a place where love is said by mouth but the heart is filled with pain
A place where cause is done swift with a quick death and no wait
Shots fired, pop pills and spills genius brains
Imprisonment of her own she said
Messes a mother would nag over but rather cries at her daughters grave
She said two shots is all it takes
She cried out with lungs filled with hate
A confined space between her hands stays empty
As she spoke, broke and closed her eyes
A mind pure like her’s and a heart stained like mine
wouldn’t be able to fix the scars so well defined
Within the bowels of her soul
Imprisonment of my own she said
Words grip hard on her vocal cords
Bruises sing high notes on her skin and more
Yet even the coarse red sand doesn’t stand a chance
To change what has been done
to eradicate the sad melodies that have overcome
And yet you say that there is still time to change
Even to this day, time itself has been stained
With the blood of my brothers, mothers,sisters,fathers and children
Imprisonment of our own she said
That of my own,
I am the wind that blows north
I was, the past guided dreams of an artist sins
I will only be the euphonious reminiscence of this long forgotten poem
If the world was perfect
there wouldn’t be no war
all would be well
no pain
no shadows of tears holding the sore and sorrow faces
no loved ones lost by reasons of useless needs
no hero would be killed for their actions
but perfect is just a word
these days men make widows
while wives weep
Imprisonment of my own
She said

Imprisonment of souls,
Define the very being of our morals
and here we stand
casting only a pitiful glance their way
So that what we see, in our minds
don’t existe, little do we know how much
it cause pain to resist
and exist, as wars of your own world occur
Little does your words make a change
Regain, and restrain from pain
as bombs become shelters and leave some astrayed
far from their home
strangers  to a land so vast

Imprisonment of their souls she said
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Revolution for Syria

This poem came to me, while I was watching the news about Syria a while back. Little did I know about the severity of the revolution taking place. The raw emotion that was captured on tape brought a wave of emotions back to me. As flashbacks of my own history and past clashed with the future. The feeling opened old scars and so with this heavy heart, I wrote this poem entirely for nations that have been oppressed by clueless and heartless governments and their leaders. My prayers go to them and their families.

Revolutionary

SHE woke up
To EXPLOSIONS
bursting her earlobes …
Gun shots brought her to a state of CONFUSION
As time SLOWED Then stopped
Thunder crashing, people gasping, CHILDREN crying
Why must we WATCH them
slowly Dying, fighting, HOPING
Calling out to a world that has them on unchecked voicemail
Doing nothing to help
We failed at our pre-HUMANITIES test
As they protest
Try and Protect
When tears have choked them
Swimming in depth of sounds of mourning fighters
As we float on Greedy life boats of non-respect
Losing the morals WE had once found to be CORRECT

Drowning her in crowds of
running
Screaming, saving,
HUMAN BEINGS

SHE WOKE UP to the noisy crowds
Trying, Grasping for air
Without a doubt this life of ours is not FAIR
Trashed streets covered with cement and blood
And
Soulful tears dry up on the face of MOTHERHOOD

As HER son fights for her
Talk about a MOTHER’S DAY GIFT
This boy GAVE his LIFE to her
Dedicated his love FOR her
Took a bullet to the brain By her

As she took a Knife to the HEART she shared with him
Bled out her tears from pores of her soul within
DRAPED herself on his limp body
CRYING for a son she almost died for Who is now DYING
only to smile back to her face and whisper Back to her
“I found the love, you gave. It was between your arms like a soldier”

And for this she ached, on blood covered sand
Timeless pain filled her lungs
As she GAZED at his shallow breathing

A slow beating drum crashing immense waves of love

They woke up hand in hand
A nation oppressed far too long
Breaking chains on their body
Putting their fist up
PEACE
for broken PIECES
of love and national longing

Half way across the SEAS
With a cursed and witnessing world…

She DROVE on
Praying as a woman with black covers
A BELIEVER
Separated from hate, politics and it’s evil
Heated by these debates Of whether to help or not to even bother
By men who waste, glorious minutes and hours
With well dressed suits in tall and fancy towers
As THEY live another day
hoping for power
Fools in complete control
Like hate and devour
Having no vision
To help or console A generation

When in this case She fights for her PEOPLE
Her NATION
Like a warrior, a soldier
She Screams out for ” FREEDOM”
Beat and step
Like a still bound DRUM but
her legacy still kept BEATING ON
Heads held high
And news cast found consent LIKE SPIES Bring truth to the table
and beneath this all The covered lies
where conquered
As she still hums
In the beating drum of his heart

the word FREEDOM

Be. The. Change.

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Tears doesn’t feed starving children

Hope gives them the strength to get up mornings

Mornings of deadly silence where as life itself lose  given blessings

Prayers cannot be fully heard beyond lands tainted with the blood of of poets

Who have only tried to breed a new world of peace, but give the wrong message

Men give up in change and give in to desperation

Crossing the thin line between struggle and empty satisfaction

Mothers can’t feed their children, much worse

Their own parents

And their breast milk’s last drop was long forgotten

So how do you expect them to let you strip freedom right under their feet

When all they need is food,medicine and shelter

Which are simple needs

That may lead to another breath for a breathless body

Another sip for a dying child

…Who might have the chance to see another day

Reality is ugly, but lies come with a price

And neither of these fits you quite right

So bending it into a white lie  could solve dying lives?

Because I see your gray cataract clouded

and shrouded

By media’s lack o track

on hardcore facts

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You don’t know how its like to be a child

Born in this land where endurance equals a riffle

Multiplied by an ambition  for survival

Every man is on his own state of gripping life

When here your on the state of  denial

Turns out that back there theirs no trial

So believe me when I say

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Because for every second that you’re here someone there loses their life

For pathetic reasons and useless fights

Leaving kids as orphans and weeping wives

Yeah these days men make widows

while you denied

So that’s how our day was, hows your life?

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“They say hurt is the feeling that makes you hate
When bullets flashed past you
and your freedoms been stripped away
They say peace by the drones
Raining deep in our veins
Held a hope in our core
Bloodied and stained
Brought up children of one love
But a so and so faith
Just to let them grow astray
And then teach them how to hate
They say hurt is the feeling that makes you hate”

— Somewhere in the files of my soul

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Unknown

She’s always sad, barely able to bring a smile to her own face, like a move of her muscles would change her emotions…
she’s always sad
Black cold eyes
Brutally beat
By old rage and hatred
She never lies
Still in the cages of her chest
Leads a hollowed heart
She never cries
Bold love too old to hold on
Wrinkled hands formed wrong
Like a mirage lost by hunger that left a song
So vast a strong statement on her bony figure
You’d figure by now why her heart still beats a rhythm
Like a melody which plays
only with a silent and painful ache
That would only take her to a dark black hole
among the others who’s hearts bleed their soul
for another half to fill them whole
She never cried

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“Read to your hearts content and find art within art. Hidden between a poets fingertips and the pen of pure imagination. Lost between those walls of protection from the prude world of ours. Because deep inside this cage in our chest lays a perfect beat of bliss thanks to the one and only who gave and has forgiven”

-Chai

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This poem was influenced by tribalism.
Dead Brother: the last words of morality

HH

A Slow moving river
Nothing but time flashing shiver
Composed solar system
Enlightened the lightning thunder rhythm
Struck down a glass case filled with secrecy
Till the sun rose and the moon dove in deeply
Only the difference lies between distance and decency
Rising quilts and tides on nightly shifts
Stolen heartbeats of a drum long gone by the hum of a lovers bliss
Speak of me
When the rise of old hands
Hold deep souls that command
Bold moves
Fists
Quite strange to the ink
But yet so familiar to paper
Which once was a tree
Be of me
So vain to speak of the pain that recently burned bridges of out memories
Do you not remember
When corroding hearts once used to beat
Breath me
Gun against my temple
The only place I hold myself so dearly
Is it not that your remember what you never were meant to be

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rain

“We forget we’re
mostly water
till the rain falls
and every atom
in our body
starts to go home.”

— Albert Huffstickler, “We Forget”

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Sunset Skin

Even thought I know my home to be carved and etched
On
the back of my hand
The back my heart
The back of my mind
Just like these lands of ours are
Ingrained between the lines if history
This was more
Let alone the fact that this isn’t my home
I am like the spice left out on rice yet never given any moos
See in my culture, reality is I am more than one color
I have the hair of my ancestors
The breath of my neighboring land brothers
The laughing earthquakes chest of my young Pakistani sister
The generous hand of my Russian mother
The witty mind of uncle in Africa
the sweet love  of my Indonesian father
The believing heart of my aunt in Burma
The revolutionary rebel of my cousin in Syria
I am not, will not and cannot be contained within desperate lines of labeling cages
Hidden behing lost islands in Guantanamo bay
And if  you tried to tell me
To take another stance
Change for the better man
Then you do not understand
That boiling under my skin
Are the cries of the children
The omens you left behind
And tried to hide within them
See I am more then the colors of a rainbow
Describing history and bruised hopes
Wishes of restless love among a nation once as glorious as u could think of…
See I am more then “just”a color.
More than your desperate excuse to muster
Why I am what I am
Theory has it that the shades of darkness within me weren’t made to be hushed
My skin runs deep beyond serene waters
Of tears held by mourning mothers
Who lost what could never be found
My skin is a exquisite patterns of scars after scar
My skin is undeniably the shade of a movement
My skin speaks shades
Volumes of history
Written in the form of scars
A slaves backs lashes
A child’s bloody gashes
A fighter battle wounds
I inhale dreams and hopes everyday
Only to exhale love to the ones that hate
The color coded path of acceptance does not run in my veins

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“Mom, why can’t we all eat cookies and drink milk instead of war?”
“Because, cookies and milk can’t fix hurt people the way it helps you hun,”

— Kid at the grocery store

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