Poem: Ancient Africa The heart of ancient Africa Where wild the sea does foam The plains the dust the thorny scrub My soul it here does roam. The breakers grind the ragged rocks The shore line washed in salt Of mountain far Of high bright star Of raging beast Of insect cheeps My soul this…
Poem: My Reflection This reflection is it really me? Yes my nose that crazy hair It’s in my eyes though my look of dissociation I feel the dissatisfaction the disambiguation is deep. Am I ever enough? My belly’s soft a little round No six pack abs like Arni No chiseled unique physique It’s simply unspectacular…
The Face You awake, in the future that I am about to begin You have sewn the seeds of my future deeds Have made the start to heal a heart Of the life I live within It’s about that place I mean to go Can only reach when I grow Grow beyond my familiarity with…
