Beneath the brackish
dome of night
s|he sates an unusual thirst.

S|he stalks the roosts
of the unwitting
and tastes greedily
of their tears.

S|he visits me
in a space between
visions and the unseen

The proboscis gouges
my lacrimal gland like
a lepidopterist pinning
a monarch’s wings

S|he drains my cache
of anguish and  departs
for another with
more hydrated corneas.

Now when my insides
churn and my eyes strain
and fail to leak catharthis,

I wonder if
s|he’s out there

crying for me.

   
My head’s swirling, it’s all too surreal
My heart questions just what is real
My mind couldn’t describe how I feel,
Oh, how I long for self-transcendence.   

An overwhelming feeling of longing
Hopes and fears together thronging
I wonder why it’s me fate is wronging,
O spirits awaken my conscience.

A mourning bell,  a sorrowful dirge. An ode to a fallen one,  one missing amongst the dunes. Lost within his ever shrinking mind, condemned to his solitude amidst many. A dying life,  a living death. He dwells between them,  cursed to be seen, but never be understood. His bleeding heart an open target,  a broken smile believed by many. But still he lives on,  despite his lack of desire to do so......

Tall and short, fat and thin, black and white,
With all my strengths and flaws, I am beautiful as I am,
On lonely days when there is no light,
My passion to live makes me the amazing person that I am,
I make mistakes, I am not always right,
But I am one in a billion as I am,
I don’t have a perfect body, My skin is not white,
I don’t need everyone to love me because I love myself as I am,
I am not perfect, I may not always be polite
But I am beautiful as I am.

The Goddess Of Guidance I was in a daze that could baffle most scholars A hyper vortex swirled around me while I stood there silent listening to the wind It was a failure on my part that led you to me Like a baby with fangs I tainted your warm milk Remember when I used to be special? I don’t You were a nomad of nobility The messiah that brought this boy back to life Breathe with me slowly I love watching you live. Have you ever seen an old man laugh?

In the wake of terrible misfortune, gunshots sputter in the Middle East. 
Astonished spectators shutter at the suddenness. Before long, bodies
lay among the rubble. Pools of blood seep into the potholes.
Little boys, born into this world imitate the sounds of
gunfire as they skip barefooted through the dusty
streets. They pick up rocks and sticks that may
one day be replaced with guns and grenades.
Burka clothed women, weeping in
hollowed out shelters wish for
change knowing that
it won't happen
due to forces
beyond their
control.

As you would say. . .

I am like ominous, dark clouds that roll in
and steal the sunshine
Sobbing like summer showers, bitching as loud as the thunder

I am as stubborn as cherry tree
Standing my ground through fires of arguments
Refusing to collapse from the burns I am torched with

I am as delicate as a dandelion
One hit and I blow away
Layering dust of grudges I have with you

And you.

As I would say. . .

You are transparent as thick fog
Causing people to veer off the side of the road

Escaping the wrath of my country, I set foot onto a new border, hoping for my family and I to be safe; as we enter into a world of opportunities, trying to fix the broken pieces; and start a fresh. M I G R A T I O N

I have left the wild woods many times,
climbed the foothills
of the Mountains of Literature,
stood on dark ice
staring up at a moonless sky
while all around me stretched
the Empire of Science Fiction.

But however far I go,
however often I remember
my father's warning
that nothing real
lies in these woods,
I return.

To the west, the trees reach ocean
and sparrowhawks circle on the wind.

I have met other travelers
searching for dragons
or the names of things
or their own true self.
One asked me why I was here,

Thunder kicks
in your big blue womb

Roar joy
Fling waves on stone

Spit in the eye
of your sister Moon