Shehab Albalooshi

My work serves as a personal cartography of exile and resistance, written to navigate the 'shattered glass' of a displaced identity. In the spirit of the Beat Generation, I seek to transform a private 'howl of madness' into a rigorous philosophical inquiry against the machinery of thrall. By weaving historical and theological threads together, I strive to move beyond individual suffering toward a shared, universal resilience found in the eternal march of man..

The Stranger

And bury the chant of, ‘Come on to me, mediocrity. Unburden the world from the weight of my dreams.’

May it all burn in effigy for my discontent with myself.

What's Laid Bare?

What’s laid bare inside the animal skin I sometimes call my self?

What’s laid bare inside the animal skin
I sometimes call my self?

Have You Forgotten Your Self?

Have you forgotten the missiles, the hailstorm, how we all stood outside with buckets and gathered ice cubes that tasted like nothing?

Sweet Lady Blue & Shattered Glass in Time

Gasping for air, in crystal blue,I killed myself a thousand times. And, waged a war, eternal flames,And raged and died a thousand more.

The Moon Queen

At dusk, I danced on drum-beat hills and drank a wine made from tears of awe.

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