Second Class Status

Voice executed at the silence’s altar, Eloquence coagulated in crimson touch, Patience deified bottling up the spirit of rage, Dumb and smooth sacrifices, Left no fissures to let out the bloody words. Second class status anointed, At the dark and ignorant venue....

The Blessed Moment

Blessed is that moment, When I am in obeisance in front of You, My heart is unlatched then, To let the universe in me, To a supreme communion with You. Your throb is then felt in every vein of a leaf, In every rain drop that merges with the ocean, In every grain of...