poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Let my tongue stain your cheeksThe infidel has awoken,Lush green trees bless my morning eyesThe dirt caressing my feet,Ants welcome me into the day as they dance upon my toesAs if padestrians prostrating upon the heavenly geoundPrayers can be heard rattling from their legs I’m in a state of calm yet calamityThe body is under […]