Each morning, I take a walk down the street,. As the sunrise ushers in, another day to greet,. How many of us, are willing to take the time,. For a walk with nature, as a friend of mine. Many times we awaken, in the middle of the night,. As if we just blinked, during an unknown fight,. Startled and suddenly awake, we jump to our feet,.

Rumi sets God and me up on a blind date and we meet in his field, hidden away from the haram police. Around us, the world burns; I laugh and tell him we need to stop meeting like this.

Free-verse poetry from the soul. Many hurdles to navigate through. A marathon runner every day. Getting better with each passing day. Day in and day out. I pray for the same thing. By His stripes I am healed. And day in and day out.

The mighty ocean cannot be contained within a jar. Such is the burning passion, that cannot be contained, enveloped within my skin. Of elephantine lips on my baby face,. And have power of my own,. I do whatever pleases me. When in possession of ink and virgin sheet,.

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The moment it begins beneath the object of her demise,. Rising from her lover, separation into perfection. The first question arises, the ripeness of the fruit is its answer. Fruit on the ground, fruit on the limb,.

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Lines of poetry and journal entries. She is an ocean storm that swallows ships in her waves. The Edge of the Earth Is Where the Adventure Begins. Should I have a daughter. I will hold her hand. Until we reach the edge of the earth. I plan to teach her that. Is just waiting for her to explore it. Be Wary of Those With Painted Tombstones.