Poems by Rabab N. Hammoud

I stood on the highest mountain , until I felt a sudden thrust.

An unexpected turn, onto the dust.

"She will wander, never could she adjust".

Nonetheless, it's what they guessed.

They hadn't looked at me further then my appearance.

Hence, knew very little of what I posses.

The heart of purity embedded in my chest.

Disabling me to transgress.

To act upon injustice & fail what may be my biggest test.

Needless to say I felt total disgust.

At complete loss of the breach of trust. 

I knew better then to betray or entrust.

I remained on the path of the Restorer, the Just!

As they walked astray on their path of combust.

Never to realize I was never looking down.

Only looking up!

Be like the fruit that initiates from a beautiful garden.

Never allow the bitterness of the world interfere with your ability to pardon.

Have mercy towards the same hand that cursed you, ultimately it's your righteous deeds that define you.

Continue to blossom in sunshine and in rain.

It may be contagious inspiring others to do the same.

My biggest inspiration is to look into the eyes of the one I inspired.

Solely focusing on their situation and how it transpired, no selfish motives or intent to perspire.

I've went down low, stood every higher.

Endured life in a shack, and in an empire.

In both states, I had the same desire.

Inspiring another, was all I wanted to acquire.

Once upon a time, there was two beautiful sisters who weren't afraid of the dark.

They endured it quite well as they flowed along their way.

Even when the night was thick and starless, they walked together heedlessly with no vision to those in spite.

Many nights they would lay on there backs in the middle of the path, looking up until the stars came back.

As the light would return and the sun would rise.

Their faith shed a bond of trust they couldn't disguise.

They were much braver then they'd ever realized.

Be like the fruit that initiates from a beautiful garden.

Never allow the bitterness of the world interfere with your ability to pardon.

Have mercy towards the same hand that cursed you, ultimately it's your own righteous deeds that define you.

Continue to blossom in sunshine & in rain.

It may be contagious inspiring others to do the same!

I strive to leave a mark everywhere I go.

Whether it be a few words of kindness or bliss of warmth.

So when my existence fades away, a lingering comfort will permanently reside in the hearts, of those who loved me!

Everyday that passes I watch the world I reside in become more and more deluded.

An infested works of criminals, disguised as men in suits, leaving citizens blind and secluded.

From the truth that's hidden behind the lies.

It's called conspiracy until proven otherwise.

Destructing immune systems by sterilized food and water with poisoned with fluoride.

The same system that's suppose to protect us is rather suppressing our insides.

Decreasing populations by taking innocent lives.

Distracting us with chaos occurring on the other side, as they discretely pollute the air with chemicals of alkaline.

Tears would stream down my face.
They would stream unspoken words of poetry that I couldn't erase.
I stored them for years but I didn't write them down.
Deep in my limbic system where words never drown. I would bleed the ink that I didn't utilize. A body & soul formed through the beauty of art.
A beautiful silence that I would selfishly bogart.. Although I knew it from the very start. These unuttered words one day would leak, straight from my heart.

Take a deep breath & close your eyes.

You weren't born ready to improvise.

To be the shining armor in everyone's lives.

Take it one step at a time.

It's your pace, your time.

Who cares what they think with their little minds!

Tears would stream down my face.

Flowing unspoken words of poetry that I couldn't erase.

I stored them for years but kept from writing them down.

Deep in my limbic system where words never drown.

I would bleed the ink that I hadn't utilized.

A rare soul of a poet in complete disguise.

A beautiful melody of thoughts I stored in the dark.

Ironically aware, from the very start.

That these unuttered words, one day, would leak, straight from my heart.