Category Archives: my own poetry

This land will heal because of the Master’s and Mehera’s blood Blessing our earth. From splattered grace springs a sacred flood. The violent shadow of America blossomed as a bloodied rose, And was offered as a tribute to genocide and … Continue reading →

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I run from the rotting stench of my precious thought, But cannot find the pure, sweet breeze of I am not! The sweet grace of Lord and Master will set me free, When I submit myself to grace and cease … Continue reading →

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We call out your name as we lift the glass of desire; Ages have past, but the heart does not burst into fire! Speech cannot find the words to offer an excuse- The mind is too busy with the business … Continue reading →

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GHAZAL TO FAST FOOD RAPTURE In our lost land of fast food and bad breath, We pray for the Rapture to bless our death! Our Resurrection will achieve liftoff- We will look down on those below and scoff. A mass … Continue reading →

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Mother Kali is beautiful and ferocious beyond belief; Approach her as a lover, and you will know soon enough! Kali is not a mother who preserves the status quo: She loves to destroy all that impedes her creative flow. Kali … Continue reading →

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The dawn breeze kicks up the dust in lover’s lane; My gritty speech praises the Rend’s lonely pain. I reach for the bottle rolling across the floor- My arm can reach so far, and then no more. Where is the … Continue reading →

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We swear by the earth that supports us, And by the dust that crowns us at last. By the breath that infuses us with life, And inspires with frank and honest strife. By the fire that gives body and mind … Continue reading →

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The ocean way is a trackless path with no shore, An infinite horizon where the mind is insecure. All the desperate search for stable identity Vomits with longing for permanent solidity. Such immensity of rolling water and salty air Gives … Continue reading →

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In the beginning, God was sleeping and heaved a sigh That breathed me into being with the gasp of my first cry: I am born as gas! And thus began my cosmic journey- To suffer all form in time, and … Continue reading →

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