Dream Narrative Poems

(“Citadel of Light Merit Badge”, 2016, original pen and ink)

The Great Debate

The great debate in buddhism
Specifically in ancient Tibet,
Was between the sudden and gradualist schools.
Even...

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(“Rainbow Body” detail, 2018, original encaustic)

A Journey Without A Goal

The path to enlightenment is a wondrous 
And delightfully paradoxical thing!
It is complex and yet simple,
Endless...

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“Sigma” 


It’s a deviant world 
a lone wolf finds a place to fit in; 
it’s pure poetry, war

heroes dance ducksteps with the romance of it...

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"Ghost Orchid, Violet"

plumes of purple blue
like a burning bruise, spear through my mind
the heart waits for the fall Evermore
with open palms it’s bright core forever...

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They are a generation that is disillusioned and disgruntled with the Status Quo
Ever they are faulting the old guard for running our most beloved country...

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Enlightenment

Enlightenment, don’t know what it is…
As endless waves swell and break
On the ocean of Samsara
All the while under Nirvana’s spacious sky.

Is there such a thing
As...

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Blinding rays of moonlight pierce through windblown curtains, whilst droplets of sweat bead on a heavy forehead. Sleep becomes more elusive with every tick of...

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Shayura:
“I dreamt my body was dull gold and rotted, fickle grace abandoned me, yet scattered, I reforged my essence through brilliance and incandescence, allotting my...

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Last Dance One  grows with adventure true anticipations across a lonely sea but logically my work is safe tuck away in Anthology Fate published...

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"I'm bored," said Alice to nobody in particular. Lying in her bedroom, gazing wistfully at the stars, she often wondered what life might be like...

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Years had passed since Wonderland's call,  
Since teacups danced and towers fell.  
Alice, now grown but still dreaming,  
Found a scope upon...

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I
At eleven, Tehran’s burning blaze,
Sleeve rolled high to meet the weight,
A Guard’s cold fist—a question raised—
A scar that shapes my fragile fate.

II
At sixteen, classroom doors...

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Begotten to Fail 

The strutting hustlers 
rouse their slumberous day 
amidst their maddened worlds  
In the midst 
of the wary ghetto
A dream steps out...

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I stand with the world in my hands,
Not because I own it,
But because I believe
A better world begins with me.

One step, I walk a quiet...

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There's days, my time grows older to darkness 
My breath as if my last I give for peace 
Patience, long waited death; time counting the...

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