Category Archives: my own poetry

The mast is full without meat and drinks tea all day long; His precocious speech is precious and sublime song. The man of God is drunk without drink, and is attracted To brothels where he can be without being distracted. … Continue reading →

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This life of consumerism is a contract inspired by Faust: We sold our soul for desire, but now the mind is accursed! With pleasure comes pain as surely as cats’ play with mice; Our pursuit of desire has rebounded as … Continue reading →

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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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