Daily Archives: September 7, 2014

Your Damascene Sword

You’re too used to your blunted ways Worn habits of reason is why you stay So tired of hearing the same arcane From a heart that cashes in on pain Grab your Sufi sluicing pan, Ya Allah, let’s pull the … Continue reading

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What does this poem mean?

She asks me, what does my poetry mean? Understanding my poetry is something earned through it’s arduous journey from the shores of your mind to the plateaus of your heart. There is no right of passage, no words to honor here. This poem … Continue reading

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Broad shouldered lions

Broad shouldered lions stand over the ocean’s quietude, roaring thunder in the surf, thudding sand laden questions with salt soaked and matted paws. Surly supplicants beseech the sea, whose tides answer only to the sun and moon. A lions home … Continue reading

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