At first thought it seems easy to write a poem about one's mother After all this is the person I have known since before birth This is the person that has helped me come through the passage or canal of life This is the person who has fed my body while singing lullaby to my … [Read more...] about A Poem About Mothers
Our Land, Our Universe, Our Deserts filled with no Rain, Birds flying with no Wings
CAMELS IN THE DESERT I see the baby deer sucking at his mother's milk. I realize everyone is milking the earth of all it has. All the natural resources, the oil, the trees, and all that is under the sea. We are giving nothing back in return except for pollution of the … [Read more...] about Our Land, Our Universe, Our Deserts filled with no Rain, Birds flying with no Wings
The Essence of Giving. Is in Receiving Love. Bus Raid in Abu Dhabi
Have you ever wondered who builds these Sky scrapers? Yes, indeed, the wonderful designers, and the great architects! But in reality it is the workers that work 12 hour shifts, often 24 hours a day. These workers leave their families back home in the hopes of an honest … [Read more...] about The Essence of Giving. Is in Receiving Love. Bus Raid in Abu Dhabi
Where is My White Cane?
Deep in my heart there is a light deep in my soul there I see a sorrow a sorrow for having lived for a moment and then again having fallen asleep as I write the tears blur my vision just as when I breath the unpure air of this unreal world my sight is blurred who will … [Read more...] about Where is My White Cane?
Sleepless eyes
How can it be to close ones eyes and wait for the familiar friend and yet the friend does not arrive The friend that has been with me since birth and even beyond Sleep is such a space I long for Space is such a friend I wait for tonight From the place above the castle in the … [Read more...] about Sleepless eyes