I quietly writhe in silent suffering The price I pay for pursuing this pleasure For having secluded myself with the minds of men Who, but for their names, I know them not And even then, not always Yet I thirsted for their thoughts And drank deeply from their words Like swallowing the sacred name in script From a cup a priest pressed to my lips And now their poems impact my inner being As though determining me An adulteress

Lord, open my heart And may my hand inscribe your kindness and truth Ancient Author Primordial Penman Celestial Scribe Who wrote worlds into being The rainbow of sounds You refracted through our mouths Shines upon my page like stained glass Your vessels of meaning Are aflame within me They are a fleet of crafts…

The world shattered when you left, and the shards leave me wincing as I collect the fragments of you that remain. The ground is littered with holes of flowers never planted; I keep stepping in them, I lurch, my stomach drops, my heart sinks. Each time I see the bus…

There's a stone now. Stone is your blanket, and stone is your headrest; your bed now a cold, hard, silent place, when it was once warm and soft and safe, a place where we would laugh. We chose words, ancient words and new words, words we thought resemble something like…

Laughter tumbled through the air The scene's natural sound Its casual tone, for what lay ahead Left my heart unprepared The face flashed brief But the face flashed bright Burnt upon my mind The breath was caught within my throat Till those eyes again met mine As the head, it…

In the act of writing does man express his divinity, for it is a chance to shadow creation itself, where that which is born from intangible spirit passes through the forging flames between the realms of the formless and the formed; and wishes and yearnings, memories and pains and the bursting of hearts become reified into matter, enduring beyond the flaring of their source, being as a Tree of Knowledge of Persons and Pasts from which all who find it may feast upon its fruits.

May our songs soar from the evening, and may our dancing reach through the morning, and may our joy be seen till evening. May our cups be raised from the evening, and may our cheers reach through the morning, and may our fraternity be seen till evening. May our gatherings…

Solemnly he strode Step after step Moving between the guiltless Laying sacrificed and dismembered on the ground His path followed by slumber and darkness Furnace smoke and searing flame in his wake Forming a pact with He who gifts children And takes them Deciding the destiny of his descendants Look…

You brought us to this land Upon gliders’ wings And you tear us from it With the eagles’ talons Your sons, who assert your oneness, Whom you love They have bound themselves to the stones In the place you have chosen And sacrificed themselves thereon Giving their souls for this…