Soiled (In loving memory)

In loving memory of Hisham Sulieman.

From a distance, life happens
Travel backwards, stuck in motion
There was nothing before
And there will be nothing after

A dent in time, irreversible
A single moment, eternity made
You shared your story  
I shared mine

Paths crossed, never a coincidence
Always an end, never any closure
You knew the answer all along
The question remains a mystery 

A text, a smile
A secret, a while
You escaped the inescapable
Blurred lines, so clear

Crack a smile, crack a joke
Cheers a bottle, share a smoke
Ran as deep as the shore
Holes patched with quicksand

Look back, there is no forward
You understand that you are misunderstood
The loudest scream of all
Peace is searched, pieces are found

A guilty conscience, thunder follows
No rest in sleep, no calming the storm  
Soiled memories now sweetened
Bad moments shifted shape   

Desperate to reverse, there is no direction
Arguments lost against the wind
I knew I knew
Maybe I didn’t know

Blame you, blame me
A lost road followed
No words were spoken
But Hash was tagged with clues

Inspect the past, looking for proof
Now you’re floating in the clouds  
Download pictures, loading memories
An emotional machine, you can’t reboot

You should have
I should have
We should have
I could have

I didn’t, you didn’t
You’re lost, I’m lost
I didn’t, you did
You win.

Spirits on trial  
I’m your prosecutor and defender
A hung jury, judges no more
Too late, the verdict is in

This is where we part ways
You to your stars, me to my scars
There is no awareness
Until you can no longer be ignored

Boomerang the anger
Thrown at you, only comes back
It sticks, it slips
Now I feel your pain

You hurt, you heal
I hurt, I kneel
Cross between anger and love
A thin skin, a thick line

A tightrope meant for you to hang on
Cut it down with love
Nothing there to hold
Five stages to go

Calculated the deep end 
Never belonged to the surface
You’ve finally found the other side
I’m sorry you ever searched.


Soiled Decoded 

 From a distance, life happens
Travel backwards, stuck in motion
There was nothing before
And there will be nothing after

-Although we were not close anymore, I am still hurt by the events 
-I keep replaying moments in my head, I can’t believe the news 
-Time moves on, the world doesn’t stop 

A dent in time, irreversible
A single moment, eternity made
You shared your story
I shared mine

-This moment has such a large impact, it’s hard to ‘get over’ this, there’s no fixing it 
-His memory will never be forgotten 
-Opening up to each other, his story didn’t involve depression 
-Stories I have shared before, I did speak about it. 

Paths crossed, never a coincidence
Always an end, never any closure
You knew the answer all along
The question remains a mystery

-People come into each other’s lives for a reason, everything has a meaning 
-Just because his life ended, does not mean you can get over it or understand
-He knew what he was planning and thought about it carefully 
-Everyone is asking ‘why did he do it’ but there are other questions to ask to help get closer to *his* answer. No one is asking questions based on his perspective. 

A text, a smile
A secret, a while
You escaped the inescapable
Blurred lines, so clear

-These reflect personal events, jokes shared, opening up to each other
-No one really knew we were close 

-Depression tends to linger on, depression feels like there is no escaping it 
-He may have felt as though this ending was clear, the only solution, whereas others don’t see this as a solution 

Crack a smile, crack a joke
Cheers a bottle, share a smoke
Ran as deep as the shore
Holes patched with quicksand

-This is how people remember him (why did he do this, he was always smiling) 
-When we feel an emptiness, we tend to bottle things up and pretend everything is fine
Share a smoke refers to the smoke and mirrors people put on as a display (such as social media), that things are great, people are happy (when they’re really not), sharing or exchanging surface level stories/conversations
-No deep conversations or connections, society can be very superficial
-We look for ways to deflect a problem or fill holes when we feel empty, but it will always catch up to us, there needs to be a better solution than getting swallowed by the problems we think we are fixing 

Look back, there is no forward
You understood you were misunderstood
The loudest scream of all
Peace is searched, pieces are found

-There are no new memories that can be created, it feels like there is nothing to look forward to, all the good memories are in the past  
-He knew he was different, and it was hard to connect 
-Thoughts in his head were too much and not being able to connect is an alarming feeling  
-He just wanted to silence the noise inside his head and feel calm, but never fully felt at peace, he finds himself broken, parts of himself not working 

A guilty conscience, thunder follows
No rest in sleep, no calming the storm
Soiled memories now sweetened
Bad moments shifted shape

-Loved ones feeling like it is their fault, beginning to feel guilty, but  no one is blaming them but themselves
-There’s nothing anyone can say to make you feel better about a loss, you can’t stop thinking about it
-You only think about the good times you’ve had, now that you can’t  have them anymore, No matter what argument or fight you had, none of it matters anymore, all is forgiven, you just think about all the good
-Bad memories or issues don’t seem so bad anymore, everything ‘bad’ in the past seems so insignificant

Desperate to reverse, there is no direction
Arguments lost against the wind
I knew I knew
Maybe I didn’t know

-You want things to go back to being ok, but you don’t know where to start 
-You are arguing in your head about what happened, but he’s not there to respond, it doesn’t matter what you say, there’s nothing to gain  
-You’re so sure you know everything about a person 
-You start second guessing how much you really knew or attempted to know them 

Blame you, blame me
A lost road followed
No words were spoken
But Hash was tagged with clues

-You’re angry at the situation, blame keeps getting shifted back and forth 
-You don’t know where you went wrong, your chase leads you confused 
-He never told you how he felt or opened up, you start reading between the lines from memory   
-‘Hash’ is his nickname, and when you replay events in your head, you begin to realize signs that were there

Inspect the past, looking for proof
Now you’re floating in the clouds
Download pictures, loading memories
An emotional machine, you can’t reboot

-You start going through all the memories, conversations and moments to looks for signs or piece together any clues or signs that are now obvious
-He is gone now, clouds mean both heaven and digital memories, which is all you have once your own memory fades
-All you have are texts, photos, and a digital footprint that won’t fade
-Humans are emotional machines, we love deeply and we hurt deeply, we can’t just snap out of it or get over something like this 

You should have
I should have
We should have
I could have

*You have an argument in your head
-He should have sought help or talked to you or looked for another solution
-You should have put more effort or done something different 
-You were not the only one around him that maybe missed signs, a lot of people loved him, he was loved by many  
-You begin to regret moments and start thinking of what all the things you could have done differently, adamant in your mind that you could have made a difference  

I didn’t, you didn’t
You’re lost, I’m lost
I didn’t, you did
You win.

*Argument filled with pain and anger inside your mind now 
-Start blaming yourself that ‘I didn’t do more’ 
– Start blaming him ‘you didn’t reach out or give me a chance to help’ 
-We both have gone through hard times, trying to find our way through life 
I didn’t  choose my ending, you did 
-No matter how much I argue inside my head or try to reason with myself, I can’t win this argument, you’re already gone  


Put spirits on trial
I’m your prosecutor and defender
A hung jury, judges no more
Too late, the verdict is in

-I’m trying to understand your decision 
-I’m so angry at you because you are loved and missed 
-There’s nothing anyone can do, or decide what is right or wrong, people’s –judgement doesn’t matter  
-The outcome cannot be changed now 

This is where we part ways
You to your stars, me to my scars
There is no awareness
Until you can no longer be ignored

-Our friendship wasn’t supposed to end like this, you never thought it would end
-You disappeared, but I’m still hurt, something I can never just get over
-There is talk about suicide awareness, but no one knew about his struggles 
-No one was aware there was something wrong until a tragic event occurred, and now we’re waking up because we have no choice 

Boomerang the anger
Thrown at you, only comes back
It sticks, it slips
Now I feel your pain

-You want to be mad at him for taking his life
-The more upset you get at him or the situation, the more you blame yourself and feel hurt
-Every time you try to understand the reasoning, you just can’t accept it
-It’s an internal battle you have with yourself, much likely what he may have gone through, it’s hard to talk yourself into, or out of something, as much as you want to  

You hurt, you heal
I hurt, I kneel
Cross between anger and love
A thin skin, a thick line

-His pain is no longer there, in death the pain stopped 
-Collapsing to your knees when you heard what happened, praying for strength 
-Your emotions keep going back and forth trying to understand ‘why’
-You’re very fragile right now, to you, life and death are at complete opposite ends of the spectrum you can’t understand how someone can do this when there seem to be so many more options in between 


A tightrope meant for you hang on
Cut it down with love
Nothing there to hold
Five stages to go

-Expression of hanging on with a thread, a rope was supposed to be used as a lifeline- but words and well wishes are not enough to help
-You wish you could replace the rope with love
-He’s at peace now, there’s no need to hang on to pain
-The 5 stages of grief begin, you still cannot get over the shock (the initial stage) so you will always feel like you will not heal

Calculated the deep end
Never belonged to the surface
You’ve finally found the other side
I’m sorry you ever searched.

-Seems like he thought about it long and hard, it’s not something that was decided in a moment 
-There was more he wanted that he never found a deeper connection to 
-He was looking for a solution 
-I’m sorry he ever went through this battle to begin with 

 

 

 

 







 

Rumbling Thunder

A fist of power reaching down
Darkness only feeds into you
Strength lights up the darkest moments
Feel the rumble from the core

A reminder of power
Of how powerless the mighty can be
A stroke of luck
For the unlucky ones

Blanket the sky
There’s no escape
Seek shelter of your own
Find nature to escape nature

Dancing with the rain
The show has begun
Caught somewhere midway
Between science and heaven

A flash of stories
Never to be repeated
Unpredictably, predicted
The suspense fulfilled

The plot remains the same
How insignificant, the significant are
A bolt of instant reminders
Sent down from above

Each rumble, a conversation
You are not alone
Fill your senses with understanding
Washing away your doubts

Saffron

A child thinks a thought
Imagined you as black and white
No memories or experiences
To bring color into life

How far from ordinary you are
Blanketing us with your red, white and green
Imagination doesn’t live up to the reality
A world brushed with beautiful colors

Soil filled with life
The sun bathes you
A land as bold as saffron
Quenching thirst with roses

Roots so old
It stretches around the world
What wisdom you bring
With unshakeable ground

Cities filled with souls
As precious as their smile
A way of life
Founded years ago

Join me at the table
What’s mine is yours
Even if I get a crumb
We will share the bread

Lines on faces
Leaves trails of stories
Passed on from elders
Reborn every day

Look above, look above
Kites flying in the air
Strings attached to hope
It’s not leaving my hands

With every stroke of a note
A santur speaks words
Teach me a new language
Poems written with passion

A burning tea
Cooled down by life
The mountain of cubes crumble
Slipping through the hourglass

How deep you run through me
Covered in your colors
Never to be thought of as black and white
I am yours.

Silicon Valley

A canyon filled with chips
Where do you fit in
Each with a story
More inspiring than the next

Inspire a thousand
They will follow suit
Lost in a fountain
Where wishes come true

Each road as tangled as your journey
Known for steeps hills
How fast you’d fall
Right back to the bottom you go

The symbol of success
Watch your creation unfold
Paint your masterpieces
With strokes of ideas

Tastes differs
Among the watchers
A single tongue
Can be bitter or sweet

Ride down the valley
Eyes wide open
Stories to be told
Your character is next

 

Away

Away you go
far, far away
even with anchors
gravity cannot pull you down

Branches stretch across
Tickling your feet
Your potential so high
Even birds are amazed

Don’t let words spoken
burst the bubble of your surroundings
Covered in misunderstandings
Poking holes to what keeps you afloat

If you fall
It will be mighty
How tragedy flocks
To bear witness so suddenly

Let your bubble burst
and reality set it
You will see that you still float
Your potential carrying you far, far away.

 

Apple

Thousands of miles away
You are still an apple of your sun
Harvested by our land
United, you do not belong

Terror rings across
Makes our branches shiver
Lightning seems to follow you
Strikes those around

Find refuge beneath our leaves
Too bare for shelter
Need to protect our own
Rotten to the core

Spread your seed across
No room no room
Your sun-kissed skin
Does not reflect our sun

Back across you go
Rotten apple to the core
Drops are for the thirsty
Roots need room to grow

A color mis matched
Pluck yourself from your home
An ocean brings distance
No terror when you’re gone

If lightning strikes
We will strike you
Little apple when you shiver
Find refuge in your soil-less soil

You are the reason
Terror falls from above
Struck, your trees are the cause
You never fall too far

Little apple Little apple
You must be rotten to the core
Little apple Little apple
You must go

A Thousand Words

Stand still for the frame
The camera flutters
Take another
The photographer shutters

Tell me your story
Through the eyes of the world
Stand on a mountain
Attention is grabbed

For every doubt
Arises another picture
The majestic symbol
Above all else

The happiness lasts
Until the next shadow sets in
Appease a crowd
With a modern fairytale

Stand still for the frame
Moments captured
Hang on Hang on
Don’t let the moment go

The camera flickers
Darkness fades in
Take another, take another
The world should know

A thousand words told
Muted by life
You have what they want
You have nothing to give

A fool, a fool
To believe his own eyes
It must be true
Pictures cannot lie

Signal

Lead me
For I am no leader
You don’t find signs in an ocean
Let freedom take control

Mountain rocks tumble down to save you
Only to sink you further
Which road leads you higher
Motion does not mean forward

Only paths I find
Are the wrinkles on your face
A trace to follow to lead me to your soul
Stories untold, they fold, they fold

Water pounded with anger
Replied with a splash
Birds fly above you
Carry your anger back to land

Hope is your raft
Punctured by your holes
Moral is your compass
Swallow it whole

Life happens around you
So peaceful in their place
Bend to the waves
Recognize the challenge you face

 

Self Portrait

I am a wide-eyed fool
Plunge me into an abyss
Ignoring my spark, I  search for an outer light
I find comfort in your pity

When you whisper my name
Does it draw you a smile
What have I done
Efforts tossed in the wind

I cannot paint you a picture
But a self-portrait, I can
A portrait painted with words
There are no lines to stay within

Give me your warm words
To decorate my blank wall
Nothing there to hang
So I hang on to your words

Morphed into a book
Read yourself to understand yourself
A self-portrait painted by the tongue
Paint me a portrait I can recognize

Pity the ones who cannot read
Eyes focused on others
You missed your scene
Tell me, how does the story end

The Hunted Bird

A phoenix once rose from the ashes
Reborn Reborn
A new identity was given
The struggle of the story always stay hidden

What happened in the fire
That dragged you down
Wide wings should have been enough
To carry you around

But you rose, you rose
To the shock of many
Hope to keep you buried
The prayers were plenty

The ground is not where you belong
Skies are open
Your stubbornness kept you alive
Your wings are no longer broken

You rose, you rose
Phoenix from the ashes
A shot in the dark
A prized possession

Hung like a trophy for all to see
The prayers are plenty
A freedom to shoot
Yet forced to watch

Rise up Rise up
Phoenix from the ashes
You were the symbol of it all
Rise Up Rise up
Phoenix from the ashes