Her smoke cloaked stroke provoked misbehavior-she spoke a miasmic flavor-he soaked in her luring fumes despite the danger-he choked on clouded lust for her savor…

Photographer: Steven Meisel

Magazine: Vogue Italia

This is not about You…

Bad news blues
Walk in bad news shoes
While sippin’ bad news booze
Tipsy,
Trip and fall,
Get bad news bruise
That was a big bad news lose
Man…wish I could take a snooze cruise till Tues
Wake up like bad news blues were yesterday

Good news Tues today,
Take bad news blues away

Good news Tues today,
Take all my bad news blues away

Good news Tues today,
Please take my bad news blues away

I  pray my bad news blues stay far,
Far away…

Azza Gallab (c)

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Dear You,

You are never there. At my times of despair, You are never there. When my spirit needs repair, You don’t care, because…You are never there

Why do I depend on Your contradiction, when Your inconstancy is more than just a prediction…it’s reality. I no longer have the vitality to deal with this variable mentality.

I feel as if it is time for me to announce, that I must renounce from playing the fall back role when You need someone to console Your so called “shattered soul.” I’ve been there at Your countless times of need…And as I mend Your wounds You proceed to watch me ceaselessly bleed…I bleed. Broken skin slashed and gashed so severely. So deeply mutilated that it nearly eradicates all that I contain within these weak fragile elements of life, which fight to remain sane while enduring the pain and disdain that You’ve drained from my veins. I bleed, and yet…You are never there.

I’m an isolated fish swimming in a sea of inconsistency. Alone, but I don’t mind being alone. I even desire at times to reside on a planet unknown, to humankind. “Human” – “kind”… A contradiction assigned to two words aligned then paradoxically combined. This world is so blind, and yet, I see. I see visions of revulsion, psychological convulsion and societal compulsion of intellect expulsion. I see the unsighted simultaneously united and communally benighted. I see You amongst the crowd, do you see me? No… Your eyes covered with the conventional shroud. Rain clouds deluge Your thoughts with distraught feelings, hence the motive towards Your stealing of all that I hold within. All that I have ever been to You was taken for granted, but I leave You now, disenchanted from Your demoralizing spells. You question why I never said farewell…Because, You are never there…

- Me

P.S. Because You are never there, I have decided to make use of my spare time to repair all the despair weighted on my spirit. I quit You and admit me into a new philosophy of self protection, the rejection of Your dejection and resurrection of my soul’s affection. I want to thank You for giving me vision. Vision to be capable to make the decision to truly “see.” Vision to see the deficiencies within me. Vision to set myself free…Thank You, for letting me… set myself free

Azza Gallab (c)

My heart is infused with the blues

My heart is infused with the blues

So confused and abused…

Repulsively bruised that it oozes out sedative booze…

Intoxication as an excuse to refuse and excuse realities views

My heart is infused with the blues

So confused and abused…

So misused not a soul would ever choose to walk in these shoes

The beat of my heart is bad news… grating, infuriating, exasperating

Like the sound of an alarm at 6 am before you press snooze

My heart is enduringly marked with despondent tattoos

My heart is infused with the blues…

Azza Gallab (c)

A is for: Azza Ate An Awful Apple

I’m eating a bad Fiona apple ‘cause I’m a detrimental criminal
This rotten apple tastes so revoltingly good
Forbidden apple, sickly seducing my hunger
Redeem me from my sinful cravings
I’ve never savored a vile love
All I’ve ever known of love…I never knew love
Until this rotten apple
This rotten apple which tastes so revoltingly good
Forbidden apple, sickly seducing my hunger
All I’ve ever known of love…

Azza Gallab (c)

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My mind state in presence is in debate

I contemplate whether or not I need you

I bear so much weight just to feed you

Either you taunt me and wait cause you ‘already ate’

Or

You desecrate all that I have on my plate

I try to subdue my feelings, but pursue

To chalk up your berating statements on my abundant slate

It is true; I cannot get rid of you

I am forever tainted with this flu

You are my soul mate, this must be fate

We conjugate, seeing as we relate

Grasp on to this trait, hence I must abate

And that’s what I hate

I can’t comprehend this

You speak in a foreign tongue, yet refuse to translate

Why must we open up this gate to procreate and generate a frame of mind which depreciates

Deflates our logic, thus keeping us irate

My heart is beating at high rate, I cannot think straight;

My mind state in presence is in debate

Azza Gallab (c)