Unwritten Words

My notebooks are filled
with unfinished poems,
my desktop littered with files
of unwritten words,
my journals puzzled
by unraveled phrases,
because I have 
lost the language
that speaks to what I want to express.

'I am speechless' -
a saying
that says it all
but does not reflect the reflections that ramble on
in my babbling brain,
and scream to escape
but cannot cry themselves out
of this 
carefully constructed out-of-control controlled crafted chaotic cleansing...

I am calm,
and overwhelmed.

There are no words -
it is not my place to speak,
or is it?
If it is, 
what do I say?
I scream in silence.

Regardless,
it sounds like 
no one is listening anyway...

Only more cries,
and explosions.

Jerusalem...

...?

... x

Prove it.

Up from the ground
they cry,
'We are not dead!'
Do not bury us alive;
our souls
in the soil,
in the sky.
We remain,
we return,
we fly...
we survive.
Stop mourning the living,
and let us simply live.

{Nabi Saleh, Palestine.

Demonstrations against the Settlements, seen on the right in the photo above, a city on stolen land, and also in the photo of the village with all the red roofs.  Nabi Saleh's main water source was taken by the settlement across the road from their village's hilltop, and they were forced in return to pay 5x more to buy water pumped in from Israel. This village has become well acquainted with death, constant harassment, common arrests of people young and old, and economic devastation.  Remember, they are reacting against an illegal occupation forced upon them, this village did not ask to start a war. People we have come to know there say they just want to live their lives...}

What the Trees Saw

2000 years old -

the only true history

is within the rings,

is written in the bark...

History,
it is burning -
literally being burned.