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To: Two Doves

I could drink from your lips

Ink your memory on canvas Daydream of your blush melanin skin I could drink from your lips Night owl at your poinsettia Never to forsaken;   Could one be so besieged by the first Desire a second And still be wholesome?   Could one be proportional devoted To the butterfly And the bee?   Among the rubbles of treasures Envied was among Gold; Tanzanite Within the wilderness Lullaby you became Never to forsaken;   ©  Christena...

Hashem Shaabani

I think I was six years old / When I held my father's hand in the suk / And saw my first hanging

"Hashem Shaabani"(Raanana, February 11, 2016) I think I was six years oldWhen I held my father's hand in the sukAnd saw my first hanging,God is great.So was the heat of the sunThe dust and the gnats,Praised be He.I asked my dadWhy that man was dancing in the air,God is great.First he shushed meThen he saidThe man had waged a war against God,Praised be He.I asked my fatherWhat kind of man would do that,God is great.He whis...

A poet destroyer

I'm a poet destroyer

Silver Skimpy Ink, String, A POET DESTROYER's bling, bling Think of me as a human ditty delicious decoration, Something along the line of a sweet tooth temptation Cherry tastes, between the slit of tender toast  Fine jumble jam slams down the tongueless throat  Dance like a diamond on The tight South Pacific Rim I'll feed you with a slithering seductive sound My hair soaking, -wet and wild, tonight I trim A dulcet apple a...

More than a poet

This describe me

Yeah, I'm more then a poet cause I'm an artist and a writer. I'm a lover and a fighter and my son provider. I have a habit of my own of graspin' words with my fist. See, I'm a talented unknown and unheard of lyricist. Look, I'm as real as this art. So no poet could ever diss me my feelings come from my heart And I flow it so effortlessly. I'm more than a poet that's how I feel deep inside of me- every line and combine it...

The heavy feelings of a transitional state of mind.Channeled into meaningsfor personalities of any kind. Enabler, healer of the soulher fickle emotions, enticingly wayward.Sexually lofty, deviously foulinciting poets, never awkward. Lamenting lord of darkness,molder of words, pulled into lightby the angel of starkness,effervescent and eternally bright. Like fire and water,a joining of apocalyptic power.Destructive touch o...