I enjoy posting my new poetry work here.  There's something about OS that calls out to me to do it.  I was attemtpting to break through a block during this writing but now it seems like it might be applied to different situations in the Middle East. 

In a raining misery

I lost everything that meant

Something to me

With money being the least of it

And every time I turned my head

To have a look out the window

The ferocity of the rain increased

After a while I had no choice

But to step out side into the torrents

The wind blew while the temperature

Insisted on falling almost as quickly

As the rain

It was the pain of the landscape

Zooming in on my intimate self

Blowing, numbing the features of my face

Making my movements stiff and radical

An increasing feeling of the possibilities

Of danger and ill will fleeting and running

Across the usually staid inner most territories

A day of sunshine more and more

Like a fossil from an era

Long wiped by fate and destiny

From head to toes

From nose to nipples crying, crying

Like the rain pouring, pouring

Like the time in an hourglass

Slipping, slipping away

Away from a touch away

From a warmth and connection

Away into a frozen nightmare

Of revolts and bloodshed

Rifles and bullets blasting