Mortality
Articles, analysis, and creative work exploring mortality on Mohammad Jazim’s website.
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Echoes of Becoming
In life’s unfolding tapestry, I cleanseThe vessel, destined for mortality’s dance.Love’s reflection, once vibrant, now fades,A yearning incomplete in transient shades. Past’s foresight eludes, future’s plan astray,Today’s existence, an…
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Carrying forward
That’s how I have been carrying forward the sight of yours, With cherish, happiness and peaceful state of steer. I wish I could hold the moment on your face…
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Dead Heart
After I wrote this, a friend scrawled on this page, “Yes.” And I said, merely to myself, “I wish it could be for a different seizure—as with Molly Bloom…
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The Bird of Hermes
The Bird of Hermes is my name Eat my wings to keep me tame From the bodies blood is shed Soon the ghouls become undead The Bird of Hermes…
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Immortal Part
When I meet the morning beam,Or lay me down at night to dream,I hear my bones within me say,“Another night, another day.” “When shall this slough of sense be…
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Shore Eternity
On this wondrous sea,Sailing silently,Sail! pilot, Sail!Knowest thou the shoreWhere no breakers roar,Where the storm is over? In the silent westMany sails at rest,Their anchors fast;Thither I pilot thee,…
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The Season of Youth
Rejoice, mortal man, in the noon of the prime!Ere thy brow shall be traced by the plowshare of time,Ere the twilight of age shall encompass the way,And thou droop…
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The Dying Child
He could not die when trees were green,For he loved the time too well.His little hands, when flowers were seen,Were held for the bluebell,As he was carried o’er the…
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Dying February
Though Winter still asserts his right to reign,He sways his sceptre now with gentler hand;Nay, sometimes softens to a zephyr blandThe hurrying blast, which erst along the plainDrove the…
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01-01-22
Myth is prison, a palace, truth without fact. Myth is birth and pleasure, teeth and death,sharp shiver of that which is broken. Myth is patriarchal and worn, full of…
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benumb
Am I Overwhelmed with what I have now, as Tiny screens hide big feelings?Tell me you think about me so I can breathe, Sweet words wrap around my scared…
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Prospecting Risks
To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.To reach for another is to risk involvement.To expose your ideas, your dreams,before a crowd is…
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