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it is about fear that prevents me from reaching my full potential
this fear that haunts me,
it magnifies itself each day,
sends me a mockery each time i try,
i feel threatened by it,
as it has no essence of courtesy,
it comes when it likes,
as if it owns my...
View this entryI've always wanted to write about this subject; I dont want to give it away- guess what it is about...
About my love ,
i was inspired by the rememberance of my love
This poem is just a kind of generalized view of the world. It starts out from an astronomical perspective and then transitions into humanity's closed mindedness.
On an orbital railway does the globe run it's course
Ever spinning into the shade of the void, perpetuating centrifugal force
On and on the rotations never cease
Little do these warring nations realize time is on...
View this entryThough I entered the shell in a larvael form, absent my wings
I emerged from that cocoon floating above these material things
I won't be coerced into the rocks when the siren sings
From atop the clouds...
View this entryAll the amazing rock formations carved by the sea over billions of years.
A visit to the North Coast of Scotland, near Elgin, in Morayshire.
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Man's need for recognition and fear of never being remembered once dead.
How would it be?
A conscious recollection of non-existence is not possible
View this entryA poetic homage to Kahled al-Assad, the Syrian archaeologist, killed by ISIS militants in Palmyra.
Inspired by the destruction of parts of ancient Palmyra by ISIS, and the loss of Syria's identity and ancient history.
DEATH IN PALMYRA
Dream a palm garden oasis in a sunlit desert mirage
Imagine camel trains trailing silk road in their homage
Epic memories of Assyrian kings ruling an ancient world
A kingdom vision is set amongst Syrian...
View this entryThis is a poem in first person narrative about a women's experience of domestic abuse.
Trapped in a hell of my own making..
Can't leave my home, no where to go, no point in running..what will it solve?
Too embarrassed to seek refuge in anyone else's home, no matter where I...
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