Life

My Mother Weeps at Night

Sometimes when I’m alone I think of her The spaces in her heart that hurt, The sorrow she feels that only silence can heal. Tears that stretch long like a ribbon. I know my mother weeps at night, And the prayers she makes at midnight. I know the mountains she...

I Long to Soliloquize in my Mother Tongue

There is a space after the last period, Where love ends and lust begins, Where peace ends and wars begin, And I long to soliloquize in the language of the land. Gathering the remnants of my last thoughts, Lost hopes. Those that were, Those that never survived the light of day, The ones...

Here for Your Taking

I do, Though I do not know what I’ll be doing once you become insatiable When everywhere your manhood dips, Your craving for hips, The lies on your lips. I do not know which prayers to start with And yet here I stay for your taking. I do, I just do not know...

There is a Bedbug in my Bed

I’ve got to shake him off. This has got to stop. This has to stop! To have this here and now is illegal Though I experience pleasure beyond any legal limits. Crawling on my coffee skin, only at night time. And how can I stand his constant sucking? There is a bedbug...

A Father is Set Free

Today a father is set free And while he went while on his knees And he is not coming back to sit under his tree, Today a warrior had to flee. He walked on the earth Yet now there are no embers left in his eye’s hearth He lived in...

Writers

We sometimes write our fears, Hiding our desires in playoffs and words. We write to the people we are. We write to the people we would never be. We write to the people we would die to be, wicked or not. And that’s the thing with poetry, We are stringed together, Word...

Bloom

A night of the full moon And orchids bloom. There is here and now And I do not know where to be. It is fall, breathe, Stretch and open up like flowers do to the sun And give me the most intimate parts of your soul. ...

Was It The End Of A Life?

What do I do with these memories? Long have they been my favourites. And where do I hide these emotions? Could I ever run from hearts complications? Was it the end of a life? Was it the end of a loves lifetime? How I heard no clocks chime To mark the end...

When You See Her

Sing her a hero’s song When you see her.. Play her music only she can understand And if she cannot feel, Recite her a soothing poem. Tell her she is like the spawns grass growing in the cracks of concrete Tell her that her eyes are shimmering lights in a night- Long...

When The Young Souls Dimmed

I often wonder what they would remember. When the dead of the night turned day- The fires became a midnight sun. I often wonder if the fires scorched their souls And pain permanently imprinted on their hearts. Ran the children - their bare feet so tender, Yet their fears even greater. Homes...

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