Arabia

Arabia

Take me into the mountains.

Run off with me in the sand.

Mend my heart in the desert.

Calm my soul with your land.

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Arab Face

They call out to it,

the Arab face

they are so sure

they see.

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They offer gifts,

some tea, their sons

to a familiar face

…to me.

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Eyes lower,

crestfallen when

they realize

their folly.

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But you have an

“Arab Face”

they say quiet,

desolate, confused.

_

“Those are Arab

eyes and hair…”

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I hide my lying

Arab Face

but cling to true faces

in my mind.

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For to see an

Arab Face

is to fall in love

for all time

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Desertion

Stare into the desert,

into the rocks, the cracks

the red.

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Find your soul amongst the

sand, the tiny crystals,

the stone.

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Look for answers in the sky,

the sea, the sparing weeds

the caves.

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And when you’ve lost all of

you- your heart, your mind,

your pride-

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then give yourself to the desert,

pure and vulnerable, sweet

and kind

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Sand

Stem the flow

of the heart’s lament.

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Stop liquid

hemorrhage in its tracks.

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Restrain the

rumination and deprecation.

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Let sand jam

the soul that leaks its life.

Blend

When you have a face like this,

of nowhere and everywhere,

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mosques are unveiled to you,

and synagogues laid bare,

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churches and their steeples,

of all denominations,

_

find a way to welcome you,

face of all nations.

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Mosaic

My identity

is comprised of

different colored,

little bits of me.

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Shards of marble, gold,

ashes here and there,

intertwined so that my

soul is split and shared.

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As I roam the earth

searching for where

the life of me

began,

 _

I find the cold,

hard truth of me

crosses many a

thousand life spans.

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Seduction

Seduce the trusting

people who feel your

blood calling to theirs.

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Let them taste the sweet

familiarity of common

warmth and knowledge.

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Allow your soul to house

their hope and stash

yours in their welcome.

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And then the moment

comes, as moments do,

to let down the veil.

_

Disappoint the world,

with your mercurial

eyes, tongue and hair.

_

Betray those who would

love you if you could

stay still in their hands.

_

Destroy the borders that

bind brother to brother

and sister to sister.

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Be the criss-cross of those who

murder each other and

wreak havoc on their conscience.

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Raise them up so high,

to crash them down-

a walking disappointment.

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Rupture

A love on the landmass

slices through the Dead Sea.

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It clings to the sand dunes to the East,

it hugs the border to the West.

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An unrequited love spans the ages,

and kisses the sand softly as it passes.

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It cuts itself upon the rocks and

is grateful for its wounds,

_

for if blood still spills across the orange,

then love still lives amongst the dunes.

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Move

God bless the nomads,

the people on the land

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Without a home to speak of,

no warmth to lick their hands.

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God bless the missing,

those people who are gone

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never to return where they

may be safe from harm.

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Dead Sea

Across the Dead Sea,

I reach out to you,

_

wishing that you’ll

feel the brush of my hand.

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Across the Dead Sea,

I call out to you,

_

hoping that you’ll

hear my prayer.

_

Across the Dead Sea,

my heart appeals to you.

_

begging that you’ll

halt its heartache.

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Run Into You

There’s so much I want

to say to you,

so much I want

to ask.

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So many questions,

in my head,

so many things I want

to know.

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You seemed to have all of

the answers,

the world an atlas in

your mind.

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I want to share

my thoughts,

and hear all that you

might think.

_

I want your clever

quips about

the people that

we see.

_

I want to hear the tales

and stories

that you always told

to me.

_

I want to know your

questions

and I want to search

for truth.

_

But you are so far

away,

and I am here

alone.

_

You are seeing

other things,

with people I

don’t know.

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But I’ll write all of

my questions

right here on my

notepad,

_

so should I ever run

into you,

these questions I

will ask.

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Like, how can black and

white exist

where there is so

much gray?

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And why do people’s hands

criss-cross

so different when

they pray?

_

Google may just have

the answers,

but not with your

special hue.

_

So I write all of

my questions

right here on my

notepad.

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Because one day I’ll run

into you

and these questions I

will ask.

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Feb. 2015

The Liberated Polyglot

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