Son Aubade Poems

Hereditary traits
 
I’m my father’s son I carry his genes
He is a part of me this is inescapable 
If I hate him, I hate myself.
Now...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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"My Name is History"

My name is History
I’m here to take you back in time 
To a land called Israel.
I desire to teach you a spiritual...

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The restless night had ended
abruptly. Caught between dreams and
consciousness, the town was arching towards
the sprinkled light of dawn. A perpetual regularity 
reigned over the dusty...

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