Philosophy Smoker - Page 3 of 5 - Essays and Poetry by Shehab Albalooshi

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In all your laughter, fury and frustration, I worship the sacred air that touches your presence.

Shehab Albalooshi

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I Am Become Your Tomb

Here to serve, and pray Father Time honour your name, as you live for glory and to see your enemies burn at the gates of Valhalla.

Shehab Albalooshi

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There Is No Beauty

There is no beauty in the summer breeze I have been yearning, when it carries with it mustard gas and a love letter from Armageddon, in yearning for me.

Shehab Albalooshi

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Insipid Beasts Buried in the Snow

On top of Mount Kilimanjaro or buried deep in the snow...

Shehab Albalooshi

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There once was a girl in Manama; She fell apart, enamoured.

Shehab Albalooshi

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Only Words Remain

Only words remain, perched above, all alone in the aftermath.

Shehab Albalooshi

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