حبيبي (My Love)

Habiby, my love,

You put me at ease

Your words seduce my very essence

I am weak for you

Habiby, my love…

Give me strength,

So as to embrace your lexis upon my tongue

I am weak for you and therefore cannot speak

Habiby, my love

I gaze within mesmeric mahogany eyes,

Exposed…

My thoughts are all I have,

All I had…

Habiby, my love…

I fantasize of charming affection

You,

Holistically handsome

You,

My scenic scenery

Me,

I am weak for you

Habiby, my love

May I swim within your seamless skin?

Nestle amid raven black whiskers?

I am yours…

Selfless, I am

Habiby,

Yesterday you found me crying harmoniously

Once saline tears now flow as honey streams down cheeks that craft impassioned chronicles with your lips

My love,

Let me ingest your breaths perfume,

Solely so you can breathe within me…

Live within me…

Habiby,

Let us create lives upon lives within one another

My love,

Let us create a love evermore

Azza Gallab (c)

My name is Azza…

Whenever I endeavor into a clever state of mind
I find I unwind entwined thoughts
Once confined to distraught knots
Waiting to be combed through…
If only I knew how to construe my askew brain
I would rain my insanity into drops of champagne
Intoxicate all that remained sane
Thus, my world could be drenched in psychosis…
My thirst quenched with a bestowed kiss of eccentric hypnosis…
Deluged in psychiatric bliss
I fall into an abyss of delusion…
A picturesque illusion of the world in my mind
Not confined to the malign corollary of mankind
Free from the fatality of normality
TA DA!
This is me…
Simply complex,
Proudly perplex people persistently
I just p’d all over you…

Please excuse me…

My name is Azza
Everything sounds better in my head
So, at times I appear as if I’m vocally dead
Why talk, when I can dream instead?

Azza Gallab (c)

Unknowingly Known

I’m standing within the most vividly invisible setting that one could sightlessly see. Bright black beams of dimmed daylight wrap me in the morning night’s dawn-dusk. Birds hum while crickets chirp, collectively caroling cries of contradiction. Muggy moons melt glacial capes of snow flakes for falling stars. Melancholic merry moods make way for todays tomorrow, and tomorrow’s morrow at present is satisfying the sorrow of a bitter sweet stream saturated with saccharine saline forever briefly flowing toward it’s drenched dehydration. Silent instruments voice harmonious nothings blaringly while ambiance dances at rest. Passionate apathy absorbs hollow sentiment producing numb tingles. Hearts pump callous compassion through forlorn veins of admiration. Insignificant significance is the birth of demise. Melancholic merry moods make way for today’s tomorrow, and tomorrow’s morrow at present is satisfying the sorrow of a living loss. Death breathes a breath that blows evermore into the last taste of ones beginning end. Unknowingly known.

Azza Gallab (c)