Spring 2018 My beloved 12 year old daughter asked me to share my story with you. I am having a difficult time deciding what to write, and from which point to start. Perhaps I should begin from the present and work my way back to the past. I’ve been in prison for 12 years now. … Continue reading The Boy And His Sand Castle
Vampires
I wrote this poem for my friends daughter who is being bullied in grade school. I've never met her before, I have no idea what she looks like, and I don't even know her name. Yet I woke up two nights ago with her in my thoughts and moments later this poem came to me. … Continue reading Vampires
Buried Treasure
Come,Take a rest.You’ve been a juggler all your life.Isn’t it time to let your thoughts fall? Chains can never last forever,But buried treasures sometimes do. Sometimes I feel like I’m sittingAt the bottom of an ocean Chained and shackled yet somehow I’m not drowningThere is a buried chest.Within my chestAnd it contains a heavy cloak … Continue reading Buried Treasure
Buried Treasure
Come,Take a rest.You’ve been a juggler all your life.Isn’t it time to let your thoughts fall?Chains can never last forever,But buried treasures sometimes do.Sometimes I feel like I’m sittingAt the bottom of an oceanChained and shackledYet somehow I’m not drowning.There is a buried chestWithin my chest,And it contains a heavy cloak of sadness.In there is … Continue reading Buried Treasure
They say, I say, You say…
The past, The present, The future. "Be in the present," they say. But how can that be? When the past often haunts us like a ghost, And the future looms over us with its menacing shadow. "There is no before," the mad man said, As he tried to escape his past. "And there is no … Continue reading They say, I say, You say…
The Land of Silence
Escape into the vast wilderness of silence,Near the burning bush,Where you might hear the voice of God. Tiring thoughts,And fears,And worries,Rambling on inside my mind have pushed me here,Where snowflakes fall with grace,One by one,Upon the silent mount of Sinai. Don't you think it's funny?All this running around,All this hustle and bustle,All this frantic madness … Continue reading The Land of Silence
Zakaria Amara 