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..

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Only Words Remain

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

My Murk Stolen by the Morn

Confessions whispered through peppered dreams

To Live with Pride

Look at this mighty force weeping Before our eyes!

Look at this might force
Weeping before our eyes.

Blessed Be the Saints

Blessed be the pain, the watcher. I am the Rage of Ra. I am the Eye of Horus.

Blessed be the pain, the watcher.
I am the Rage of Ra.
I am the Eye of Horus.

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