The Cycle


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As true as mother’s worries;

And promises made unwilled;

Happy Endings Are Stories;

Are yet to be fulfilled;

Like a lunar cycle in it’s constant test;

We swing between waning and waxing;

Happy moments are, moments at best;

Succeeded and achieved only by lapsing;

High walls are efforts ill spent;

For Living within, is never a cure;

And running far can never prevent;

What one shall endure;

There will always be pain, betrayal, deceit, hate and lies;

But “Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.” *

©FAT 2017

*quote by Victor Hugo


A tribute to Rachel Corrie


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rachel corrie

For justice I crossed seas and lands;
A voyage to the land of modern slavery;
Armed with nothing but these hands;
And a mountain of bravery;
I went to the forgotten parts;
In an age so rotten;
Where justice is a farce;
And the oppressed are forgotten;
I heard houses will be floored
And farms will soon turn to ruins;
Not for what they have done or stored;
But for someone else’s doings;
Comes the time and I stood my ground;
My faith will hold this position;
I am a fort that they can’t go around;
To carry on this cursed demolition;
The iron clamp approaches;
Everything is fleeing in fear;
Afar stood men, women and roaches;
Watching me standing here;
The world’s conscious I confronted;
And I stood against a war crime;
I was killed for I only wanted;
To buy humanity some time;
In Gaza I made my last stand and that was my story;
My legacy will forever live on and my name is Rachel Corrie.
©FAT 2017


A letter to my unborn


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Remember, if not by choice solitude;
Is a loneliness predicament;
And living in a sanctuary by subdue;
Is only imprisonment;
Remember, happy moments are transitions;
Only death is to be taken for granted;
Love for most is a passing condition;
And time reaps whatever is planted;
Remember, burdens are your troubles when spoken;
And only few might help you fight your wars;
But no heart by your broken heart will be broken;
And no one could ever, wear your scars;
Believe half of what you see my unborn;
And question all of what they say;
These days’ masks are always worn;
And life is a never ending play.
©FAT 2017

Shattered Glass


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For a momentarily thrill;
Or for simply whatever;
Our loved ones we sell;
For a fading pleasure;
Cheating is a one way street;
There shan’t be a U-turn;
And if you were the rotten sheet;
Then you shall await your turn;
Like Cheaters like moths, drawn to lies;
Drawn to warmth or a fading flash;
As bees and butterflies reduced to flies;
When they feed upon a pile of trash;
Once a cheater is always a cheater so stand your ground;
Beginnings are not horrific and there are few good ones around.

©FAT 2016



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Dear Lord the vision is seen
Affliction is due
And I am as I have always been
Believing you will see me through

Your fate cannot be rejected
And soon your subject will fall ill
Your judgment I have accepted
As I have and always will

I can’t comprehend the reasons
Your wisdom sometimes I can’t see
And this sad change of seasons
Won’t sway my faith in thee
And if it’s to be cleansed in thine earth
Then Blessed I am with this birth
©FAT 2016



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Poverty is never the true problem;
Nor Are illiteracy and immigrations;
It’s who benefit from not solving them;
The powerful in our broken nations.

The police are militarized;
And live long the minimum wage abuse;
Boarder walls and fences are on the rise;
And nationalism is the main excuse.

Fear of the unknown is at its best;
And the agendas are always hidden;
We are taught we are unlike the rest;
Based on nationality, race and religion.

Our Children became as cattle;
Prepped not to live but to survive;
Nourished to fight a daily battle;
For the rich men to thrive.

Decades of subdue;
Are never meant to last;
There’ll be those who’ll do;
What have been done in the past.

Then the plagued will come to rise;
As power only corrupt;
A cycle that will only dies;
When earth’s core erupt.

We are blessed with the will;
And every chain can be broken;
But none listened and none will-
Listen to wise words when spoken.
©FAT 2016



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Enjoy your freedom sweet crow;
Enjoy its blessings and grace;
The freedom to soar above the flow;
The freedom to reach her place;
Sing as loud as you can sing;
Land wherever you see fit;
May the only burdens be your wing;
And where your sights may set;
Celebrate your life dear friend;
Never live a lie;
All strife comes to an end;
So will you and I;
Honor your granted freedom and set your wings free;
Live for those born in chains those like the likes of me.
©FAT 2016

Love is


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sitting alone

Love knows no common sense;
Love is the absence of judgment;
It comes at a great expense;
And goes without a reimbursement;

Love is blind and knows no beauty
An unconditional giving that defies all laws;
Love is neither a quest nor a mandated duty;
Love is unfit for those who expect applause;

A strength that moves the greatest boulders;
A sober tongue, a heart that hears and feels;
A kind forgiving eye of a beholder;
A unity unafraid of what fate might reels;
It is’ living’, living rich in dreams and hope;
Shame my realization only came at the end of my rope.
©FAT 2016