Some sunsets make people religious,
Gods’
Gift.
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Published in 9-1-1. a collection
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He begs cigarettes, quarters; sleeps on
Park
Bench.
Published in 9-1-1. a collection
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Ice
Ice, her words were in season. I,
I
Am Spring, I crack mountains,
I am growing, alive, green. She,
She
Shall kiss my lips, or fade into
Winter’s passing, Seasons change.
Published in Moroccan Star Poetry
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Soul Mirror
There is
No mirror for
A soul to see itself.
Understanding comes through touching
Other’s.
Published in Rattapallax #3
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Promise Forever
Taste me,
My lips are yours,
Your lips are mine for now.
Who can promise forever and
Not lie.
Published in Rattapallax #3
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Brownian Moment
Dust motes,
Dancing Sunlight
Before my every eyes.
“Romantic,” I think. Brownian
Moment.
Published. in Moroccan Star Poetry