Street Preachers (a poem)

spiritual growth – i used to be preoccupied with it

maybe i still am, fixated on flaws

all the ways i fall short of a standard

even saint francis couldn’t meet

on the streets, i’m incited by insights

from preachers who peddle notions

of salvation & give me holy books

i peruse by glow of lava lamps

in the comfort of compounds

where i keep my secrets

& share my miseries

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Yellow Moons (a poem)

be careful, son

don’t delve into

too much mystery

it’ll consume you

pray to yellow moons

inky-black skies

howling wolves

green wilderness

cycles of rebirth

summer turns to autumn

the land sustains us

be careful, son

& brave

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Seductive Voices (a poem)

I heard those seductive voices in darkness

not the ones you think

they weren’t from lipsticked-maidens

call girls nestled in hotel sheets

the voices were calls of

violence, conspiracy

they called not from red-light districts

but corners of the online world

they promised secrets of

the way the world worked –

I said no thank you, sir

your secrets are safe with me

but I won’t agree

to be part & parcel

to your devious proposals.

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Valley of Shadows (a poem)

He traversed the valley for days

seeking the ancient one who’d provide

nourishment to his ailing soul

words from a holy mouth that

would unlock secrets of his inner-being –

sloshing through thick mud, the traveler perceives him

through the fog –

the figure of the ancient man

glowing, golden in the valley of shadows.

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Reason for Being (a poem)

What’s your reason for being?

In Japan, they have a word for this: ikigai

let’s ponder it, you + me – step into my office,

care for a cigar?

think about those times you wanted to end it all

before the Fall

of America – now, we live amidst the ruins

you must have a reason to keep movin’

what’s your secret?

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Conspiracy Theory (a prose poem)

It’s easy to believe in a conspiracy theory. It provides a simple solution to a complex question; makes you feel like you possess secret understanding.

But life is made of shades of gray – nothing in this shady world is ever entirely black or white. Traveling through uncertain terrain takes courage + an unwavering belief there’s truth to be found –

and it’s not always hidden behind layers of dishonesty.

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