Mesmerized by his own
success

A tiger lay stalking
inside

An eighth world wonder
built deeply in sand

His achievements cried for him
as he lied

The one link he had
to a legacy born

Asked for only one thing
as he spurned

The one thing he remained
unwilling to give

As the fear of his mortality
—returned

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)

it’s the beauty we hold
and carelessly wear around
what we’ll be missing more

I’ve been that route

bumps holes and crevices
known to me if you’ll let me
stop the nonsense and hold
dear what we have

I hate that when I dial your number,
It says it's calling home.
Cause home is someone who loves you,
And you never pick up the phone.

Last chapati left.
"I am not hungry."
She lied.
30 years later.
"Don't spend all money on my meds."
"Maa, i have enough in my savings."
I lied.
It was my turn for revenge.

You did not even have to ****
that pretty daisy
and watch as its petals rain
on the ground to know that
she loves you
not.

Even though
I feel more dead than alive
If I never see you again
I'll be just fine

Beyond the revolution
There will be:

Clean air
Culture
Art
Music
Dancing

Chemical free fields and food
Work opportunities
Clothing

Equality
Balance
Nuclear free energy

No nuclear weapons
No more greed
No more war

A deeper consciousness
Dialogue
Housing for all

Governments that serve
Respect for each living thing

The revolution
Is ours to lead

Beyond the revolution
Is every moment
From now