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Zazzatron

PO# 543030
Singapore
Singapore
yeah, all right
October 21, 2015
 

My friend,
it has been a long time
and indeed it is true
that I've fallen sick.

But you are sick too.

So wait for me there
and I will visit you.

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October 19, 2015
 

She did not know but every night he celebrates her nobleness by pressing the tip of graphite onto paper and turning her moral excellence into poetry. He fell in love with what she did and didn't do. For he knew if he were to fall in love with her soul, his eyes would be fixated onto her but if he fell in love with her face, then his eyes will never be satisfied.

LETTRS CHALK
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October 19, 2015
 

Perhaps this is how the sad poets came about. Their minds wandered aimlessly into the abstracts of the universe, almost mawkishly, and coupled it with the misunderstandings of how the mechanism of the soul works. They hoped to find a universal wisdom, a universal enlightenment, but along the way to the essential end, they were swayed by whispers. Whispers that came from the self. The self that is wrought of terra corrupt. Their minds almost left the stratosphere but gave in to the whispers and plummeted back into the earth. Thus the birth of the sad poet.

SIMPLE STRIPES
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October 16, 2015
 

And I'm sorry
that
we've grown apart

but I couldn't sympathize
with a
lackadaisical lover.

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October 15, 2015
 

I've set out the stars,
the seas
and the skies
for her.

But she loved Marx
and his ideas
even more.

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October 15, 2015
 

He pressed the trigger. The trigger released the spring hammer; the hammer striked the primer; the primer exploded and ignited the powder; the gas produced propelled the bullet through the barrel, into the air, and left a trail of soundwave that resonates the evils of injustice— and into the heart of the unarmed Palestinian boy.

His body fell back and onto the ground. I darted towards him, and tried to helplessly shelter him but it was hopeless. His chest expansion and contraction slowed down and came to an eventual stop. His fist unclenched revealing a tiny pebble. I slowly lowered my head and rested on his chest. I lost him.

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October 14, 2015
 

There are these false attachments that I sometimes, out of whim (it seems), like to associate myself with i.e. people, things, places. And I question this absurdity. The fact that the motion of treading on this plane of existence as a solo artist, is more lasting than the bonds that I've made thus far, makes me wonder sometimes if I've ever needed them. Of course reality's axiom is that interaction equates to a higher chance of survival and association means identity. But why would identity concern me? I am self-sufficient. I'm indifferent to compliments and complements. I will not chase if they leave. Nor do I shun them when they're with me. I am enough for myself.

The logarithm of the Univ...

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October 13, 2015
 

A Summer storm
encircled
your heart

and
I decided that you
needed to be left
alone.

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October 12, 2015
 

"If my body were to be buried beneath the earth, would a flower bloom from the space where my heart used to be?"

Dearest, a whole garden would spring forth.

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October 11, 2015
 

Love seems like
it is
another shade of
muted silver.
Or was it blue?
I don't remember.

I was
once in it
but
I have forgotten
its color.

SIMPLE STRIPES
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October 10, 2015
 

I used to watch my late grandfather pray. The rays of the Sun would illuminate his forehead and his beads of sweat were like that of pearls. His gaze lowered to the praying mat, whilst clasping his left wristbone with his right hand and placed them below his navel— signifying his humbleness before his Lord, The Almighty.

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October 9, 2015
 

Though
what lies within him
is not a wrath
that leaves everything
in ruins,

but a wrath
that is like a deep ocean
that swallows everything
into its abyss.

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October 9, 2015
 

My friend,
they asked you for your name
and you replied with the westernized version of it.
I asked why
and you replied that you were afraid.
Afraid?
Afraid their lips would stretch to a side
making apparent their contempt for your name.
Their confusion.
Afraid they use their colloquial
and fit it into your name to mock it
after you left their presence.
Afraid your name would get you arrested.
Afraid your name would get you detained at an airport.
Afraid it would cause people to run away from you,
after realizing that you are not colonized.
Afraid your name would bruise their tongue.

My friend, you are too kind.

But this will not stop them from being ignorant about you and y...

GREY AND WHITE
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October 9, 2015
 

Such a shame,
you treat
these good people
with such
disdain.

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October 8, 2015
 

And perhaps
our calamity is that
we blab
about civilization

but our hearts
are resting in the stone age.

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October 8, 2015
 

Steal what you will
from
the colors of my sea

because
this flesh
was not made for
eternity.

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October 7, 2015
 

I have just
a little bit
to give you.

But

it is
all of me.

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October 7, 2015
 

Her hips
quaked the
Egyptian mountains.

Her eyes gave
the Mediterrenean Sea
its blueness.

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October 7, 2015
 

And I believe

you are the only one

successful in reaching

my most concealed.

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October 6, 2015
 

And if you silently complain to me
that you are homesick
then I will pull your hand
and place your palm against my chest
and remind you that this
is your homeland.

SIMPLE STRIPES
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October 6, 2015
 

Perhaps we were lovers
in the realm of souls.
I lost you
when your soul was breathed into your body.
And when I came down to Earth,
I found you.
But you left me.
And I've lost you again.

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October 5, 2015
Singapore, Singapore

My love,
this heart is not swayed by your physical beauty.

It is swayed
when you utter words of knowledge,
when you advised with wisdom,
when you are graceful with your prayers,
when you stayed silent
in moments of anger,
when you showed
strength and patience in adversity,
when you isolated yourself and wept alone,
when you were gentle with the orphans.

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October 5, 2015
Singapore, Singapore

Mother
I've gathered all
of beauty's adjectives
from all languages
and fled
to the corners of the world
and told the inhabitants
that I know no soul
more luminous and sincere
than yours.

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October 5, 2015
Singapore, Singapore

Split apart
the oceans,

jump on in.

Find
the lost words
that I've kept
within.

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October 5, 2015
 

And when you receive abuse
from those who share the same flesh,
remind them of Al-Nakba,
of noisy children with smiles smeared with dirt,
of laughter during Iftaar in Ramadan,
of empty streets during prayer time,
of Umm Kalthoum,
of bustling markets,
of broken vases,
of taxi honks,
of Eidul Fitr,
of picnic by the sea.
Remind them of how
revolution changes countries
and wounds
are healed.

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October 4, 2015
 

I was of fire
and her, the sea.
Had I uttered a word to her
in my native tongue of flames,
my love
would have been
lost in translation.

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October 4, 2015
 

And language itself
Fled away
In shame

For words were
Obsolete
In her presence

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October 4, 2015
 

My love,
I have to tell you
That I was compelled to love you
It was not because you
Were the most beautiful
It was not because your
Laughter could cause
the mountains to sing
It was not because your touch
Gave life to a dead heart
No, these things are what all men see in their lover
But I love you because your love
was the deepest that I've had
in my existence

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