Occhiolism

 In a nutshell I was born and here I am.

I took all the punches still standing,

burrowed in the glory of the mountain and the desert that I call home. 

There is so much beauty around, you don’t have to look at me.

I will be gone with the clouds to higher lands. 

Still looking for truths that I may never find.

Learning about the world teachings that break my heart.

I shout at the sky, but no one hears. Forgive me if I am green eyed: she was betrayed by God’s love because she trusted you. Tell me, how could I?

You said it was fine. I am seeing it is not. 

But no one cares because there is nothing to care about: 

My story is but a grain in the hourglass of the history of the world. 

This planet is so wild and vast, there is so much beauty around.

Help me see 

so I don’t have to look at me.

Let’s keep loving while it lasts.

Rayhana

And if I could 

I would keep a couple of stars random 

and have you see from inside my eyes.

I would have you taste the flavor of where I am from 

and you would love it as much as I.

I’d let you know what it is like to wake up everyday with you claiming that my sun on the wrong side

with layers and layers of what you call “not mine”

for one day they tricked you into believing that it is all yours, but tell me, 

who is the master of the sun?

I only wandered too far.

I only wanted to find home.

I have got good legs to walk.

I have got good hands to work.

I know your language and I know mine,

I am tired of hearing that I don’t belong.

And how am I going to love myself 

When all those stares are telling me that my identity is wrong?

Dec. 11th 2025

Far away from home 

But coming back was never an option 

Looking for myself, but I am not there 

Under a blue sun

Where the cold season never ends 

Buried in the sand my love.

My reality check has your face and birthdate 

Only you can ground me

Thanks for making bearable 

this thing we call “existence”.

What's next?

¿Qué sigue? (Spanish audio)

Color it cool

Keep me in and warm

Give me food for thought 

Make it worth my while 

Give me a word to say

To whisper your name or shout, 

either way you say you are mine 

You said it and you meant it

And I claim you like my Walgreens' coupons

Like my food stamps

I won't let you go

for I am angry and hungry and I came back for more

And you know I know 

That I only exist in your Matrix 

In your Neo world

You are the blue and the red pill

Forsake me and I disappear

Excitement without fear 

The next most valuable thing in your life 

Improbable alien light 

Hell disguised or heaven sent

Far too complex for you to understand 

So much so that I don't even care. 

So what is next? 

Maybe life? 

Or something else? 

Molasses

 Patience is not my strong suit anymore.

And here, time is sticky and dark, like molasses 

Creeping down ever so slowly

Asphyxiating

Heaviness gathering like dust 

One more unbearable minute,

(or perhaps, a year?) in silence 

And senseless sweetness.

Recommendation letter

 There is magic in seeing one's self in the eyes of someone who loves us, who believes in us.

There is power in stripping from the ego and tapping into my true self, recognizing my own potential