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 Why do they mock the dream that crowns my brow? I thought a king might rule by sacred breath, That maj... [read more] |
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Incense The boy kneels, the air thick with incense, his lips moving through half‑learned prayers. The crown waits on a cushion... [read more] |
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The Child Who Bowed Too Soon He knelt as if the floor were altar stone, palms pressed, lips shaping psalms half‑l... [read more] |
 It isn’t always easy and in today’s world it is often hard to do But I am grateful that I try my best to choose love in e... [read more] |
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Today’s blessing once again comes from Native Nations wisdom: When how to live a good life I am trying hard to understand… I o... [read more] |
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I imagine when we look into our hearts…when we probe the corners of our soul… we’ll find moments in our life…over which we have no co... [read more] |
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"Bridge of the Unsent" Every word is a bridge half— built across distance, I fold the silence into paper, ... [read more] |
 Verse 1Life is hard Times are toughMankind itselfSeems like a fucking jokeAs the evil onesGo for brokeBreaking us all But don't you dare fal... [read more] |
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Verse 1 What have we done Why does it feel Like I am the Only one who cares So much fighting And finger pointing Accusations and Alibi... [read more] |
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"Echoes in the Graduated Cylinder” In the glass throat of morning, a single drop measures memory— not by volume, but by ache. ... [read more] |
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During balmy autumns, like springs, most shoes are abandoned. Bare or socksheathed male feet glide the pathways to classes, the Dining... [read more] |
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He wore white socks with his business suit, and flaunted his militant dislike of shoes: think of it "white socks with dress shirt, tie, and... [read more] |
 لقلب أحبّتي.. قلبي مقامُ وكلّي لابتسامتهم هَيامُ أكاد أذوبُ من صَوَرٍ ولكنْ خشيتُ بأن يُروّعَهم.. رِهامُ فأُخفي عن عيون المرجِ شوقي... [read more] |
 The rule of law, it doesn't stand a chance When I start my crazy rants Do exactly as I say Or a heavy price you're gonn... [read more] |
 Hay poetas y soldados, los dos imprescindibles en la revolución. Los que en la vanguardia laten con su corazón, avanzan... [read more] |