• Coffee Break

    I love coffee. This is a simple declaration of fact. I am not saying that I love coffee as a last resort to resurrect a dying showbiz career as an endorser for this amphetamine-loaded brew. Neither ...

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    Coffee Break
  • Jihad: Another Sunday Morning

    reckoning has come my mama tells me that I am a heretic that I’d rather wear my unwashed denim cut-offs than kiss the feet of elevated saints Sunday morn is a struggle when I’d rather keep ...

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    Jihad: Another Sunday Morning
  • Who Cares

    I live this strange little existence--I don't even know what it's supposed to be. Strangled, laden with shattered stuff: fragments of a heart once beating and pumping tangy blood. I breathe ...

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    Who Cares
  • A Fire in the Soul

    "You are the Chosen One." The Chosen One. To this very day, those words echo through my consciousness whenever I look at the other mountains surrounding my home. I live in Himalay, which had the ...

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    A Fire in the Soul
  • Stone

    Stolen from the aria Of crashing forest waters, Ripped like a body's heart; A-bleeding A stone. Stories of war shattered Long since; Dead hearts wielding World War II's disease Inside. From ...

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    Stone

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