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Past the stage of blissful anonymity
He will not acknowledge me
I suppose it means that I am free
These ties are all imaginary
And even though I know it
Chained to him is still where I be
Completely unromantically
I dance.

My toes dig into the soft mud
My dress is drenched from the rain

I dance.
My arms are outstretched
Cutting through the air as I spin

I dance.
I smile at the moon
My heart is full
I'm in love with this moment

I dance.
Tokyo to Kyoto
Upon the shinkansen
Not really a question of if
More a question of when
Will I too disappear
Like I've never ever been?
The manic state is creative
Like lightning in my mind
O, Ms. Susan Meek!
I wanna travel blind

8 days a week
2 green lights
All that mystical madness
Shiva sets his sights

                  Flights!
Hamlet, sharpen your sword of trust, for Macbeth is surely waiting.

The specter of ‘Civil war’ stalks the land and the ghosts of senseless violence, so long docile, have come to hollow-eyed attention.

Our cauldron was filled with innocence, as the ever-thirsty succubi require, the glory of war is being shaken, not stirred and the betrayal will be served as quick and cold as steel.

#chefskiss
Inspired by Kurt Philip Behm‘s poem “Shiloh.”
walking on and around broken glass
I gingerly avoid the shards of my heart
I’ve already bled enough, it smells like quarters
In my bedroom
With joy
With happiness
Today and tomorrow
Insha Allah

Ramadan Yajma'ana
Thinking alright
I'll stay up late
and write into
the night
but
She has another idea

I shake in fear
because I know
She's going to say,
it's past your bedtime dear,

eh
I love her and what can I do
but
do as She says.
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