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I dreamed that I had
a boat on a leash,
which was strange
because moments before,
I had it in the ocean,
and I was fishing off
the starboard side.
My nephew was with me
and he got us lost.

We dragged that boat all
over Ventura.
We were looking for
the marina.
The longer that the boat
was on the leash,
the smaller it got.
Pretty soon it was
just a toy, a poisoned
dog that we
threw in the trash.
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WKnpk9OMWXg&t=46s
This particular reading is of an open mic I did through the Writer's Workshop in Iowa City.

I've also been working on a website.
Languor
but not melancholy
as in life, love, relationships
themes of music and poetry

all that is
has no permanency
each is a subject
of ephemerality

it's inescapable
weltschmerz so common
the same words and acts
the monotony--unbroken

not despair, not melancholy-
the undertone and mood of languor:
the fading, the paling, the lustre-lacking
the slipping away, the joy and beauty no more
Every moment with him
Felt like time had stood still
The feel of him against
My melanin-rich skin
Had me on a crazy high
That felt so right

I fell in love with his juicy lips
His full, magnetic beard
His iridescent eyes
His defined eyebrows
His majestic physique

He was the pathway
To heavenly bliss
An endless sea of tenderness
My luscious lucy sweet
My savory pleasure

He took my breath away
Traced my fragrant nation
With his captivating hands
Left his trail of masculine love
All over my immaculate existence
The earth will burn,
the seas will rise.
The stars will fade,
from empty skies.

The Alps will crumble,
time will bend.
Yet my love for you,
will never end.
I'm wandering in the shadow,
chasing the light,
that shines far out of reach.

A creature of purity and grace,
her halo a reminder of the world,
I’ll never belong to.
my heart's a flower
my life's in full bloom
I'm no garden
I'm the very fragrance
of roses in bloom
breathe me in
I give my all
then give some more
and again a little more

Not in anger, not for praise
but I walked my days giving comfort, calm and light
while my own lights softly wanes

I know there's no one to blame,
its just a battle within my mind
that no souls will every truly see

It lingers near yet stays unknown
this thing that I seek or say
Yet through these words
I pour my mind, the only escape l seem to find
By the rose’s touch, may love arise,  
A glowing light beneath soft skies.  
In every heart, may it remain,  
A timeless flame that knows no pain.
Under Love's Wing 10/02/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
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