A State of Occupation

A State of Occupation © 2018 Foreigners, dwelling upon the muddy earth, hopes are waning far behind the promises for a better tomorrow…sinking, always sinking, into the abyss of each failing poem trampled into the mud-spattered ground.  Everyone has a future to write upon the dirty pages of history’s dawn. Contorted faces and hungry eyes, wet to the touch from a rain-soaked night, living in … Continue reading A State of Occupation

Sonnet V

Since early youth I have quantified the measure of a man seeking a distance between firearms and steely blades with an inborn sense…thinking – always thinking…and coveting a longing for the end of my humanity factor. Metaphor for metaphor, and regarding a severe ruminating ideation where poetry dwells upon a dangerous past. Yes, my wounds of blood-soaked hemorrhaging from too many musing thoughts of contemplating … Continue reading Sonnet V

Sonnet III

So, from where am I from? Why, this preamble of my life lost to the tribal wars of schemes and dreams, forever hidden in enmity and possibilities. Enigmatic, per se? why, yes – I state! Here upon the hills of the north, facing twilight days, and burnt orange sunsets, my birth surprises me once more, as I recall the days I nearly died. My mother … Continue reading Sonnet III

Sonnet IV

I am the warrior by word who brings peace to regions of the desolate, barren, and hopeless. Always, living on the doorsteps of death, I managed to survive, even as an infant, premature with all my dogmatic faith, I stood to tell the myth of how I survived. Based upon the fear of a machismo earth, and to the inhabitants therein, fear kept hope alive … Continue reading Sonnet IV

The Weight of the Morning Dew Yields a Fertile Fruit Upon the Earth

“A bit of weakness in metaphor is enough for tomorrow for the berries to ripen on the fence, and for the sword to break beneath the dew.” Upon reading Mahmoud Darwish & The Zohar – 1st Volume. The crucible sword falls by the weight of the morning dew, As the love of a rose draws near,                 The dance of the scarlet butterfly flutters to … Continue reading The Weight of the Morning Dew Yields a Fertile Fruit Upon the Earth

Thoughts Before Early Morning Coffee

Thoughts before early morning coffee It’s 4:00 a.m. as I peer through my kitchen window beckoning a smile from my beloved bonsais. A blanket of snow covers the ground as I think back to a memory re-call. Trauma – I say, is a four – year old boy devastated through the rupture of the hymen of his undefiled little soul. A privileged liberty owed to … Continue reading Thoughts Before Early Morning Coffee