The Hashuma House

There is a place where we can go,
A place that only we will know
Where forbidden things are not a foe

We eat in a month when no one eats
At noon we head into the streets
To find goodies and little treats

We sit on the roof, sunning ourselves
Remove the long sleeves
And toast to our health

In Ramadan even gossips hashuma
To bad no one informed us
Cause we're just spreadin' ruma'

Men and women separate should be
But, we've concluded adamantly
We're leaves fallen from the same tree

You can't take a nap
With a man on the map
But at school, that rule's scrapped

Good thing we don't smoke
O t'would be another rule we broke
And another hashuma joke

The is the house of Hashuma
Keep it on the down low
Else you'll get somethin' comin' to ya

~ Jesse & Rachel

Saturday, November 05, 2005

PS..My favorite Poem

Is "Simply Words"

In the April 2000 archive.

...what they think

1/8/2006 11:00 PM

I have found the enemy of my soul’s rest

Every night it beats upon my chest

In the daylight it will not let me be

Nor even ever hide from me

But shamelessly it pursues

Often I was caught before I knew

That its wiry fingers were round about

It tangled me and let me doubt

Let me ponder until despair

Had pressed me down a stair

Forcing me away from where

To go I’d even thought to dare

It would clinch my throat;

And life, bit by bit it would choke

Over and over the agonies

The same sorry thought flurries

Played like a horrid dream

An unchanging wretched theme

A deja vue somehow reminding

In every new place still finding

Me in the last place I just left

Unrepulsed no matter where I drift

I have so many happy dreams

All ruined by one sour fiend

Every night and day and year

The torment and abrasive wear

It is the thoughtless comments that one shares

Who become inside a raging flare

For I simply cannot cease to care