Category Archives: my own poetry

The Magian Elder has long black curly hair; His forehead shines with a light that removes all despair. Zoroaster was the first Avatar since the “big freeze,” even if to modern learning this is one big huge tease. It was … Continue reading →

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“Yezdan, Yezdan” was the intimate breath of Sheriar; This ancient name was his preserver and protector. Walking, he would remember the timeless Godman; As for the world, since a boy he did not give a damn. The worship of the … Continue reading →

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The lover with a long curly wig shot me a glance; this was just the beginning of a risqué romance. The early light blessed me with a god-awful headache: my sincerity was much too painful to relate. What can I … Continue reading →

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Step after step we track you searching for some sign; the salt of our tears burns our throat as your sweet wine. We bear your living presence in our longing heart; but your curls and dancing eyes we can’t live … Continue reading →

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The reluctance to act on truth breaks the spirit; rage from doubt and fear drives us far, far apart. Believe all pain from the Rose is but a trial: know she does scorn and disdain her glib denial! The status … Continue reading →

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The awakener of eternal spring is here; Our frozen feeling is flowing- we have no fear. Long have we longed for the return of your bright light; We cry out for that day the heart receives your sight! Our blindness … Continue reading →

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With each breath, the world advances to a sure end; Not even god’s mercy can our lifespan extend. When earth’s time is up, the sphere will wobble and fall; And when we gasp our last, the eyes go still and … Continue reading →

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I dream repeatedly of your laughing presence, but cannot wake to find your love street residence. The light from your flashing eye ever teases me; Yet when I look again, you are much too busy. How do I finagle an … Continue reading →

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The storm of desire leaves me a piteous wreck: spirit becomes twisted and broken from neglect. Snarling dogs of discontent prowl around the door; unless love gives us courage, we hunt after spoor. We can’t see you in the darkness … 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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