Poems from Ishaal Ajusco
In a forest not far from the sea
A monkey swings high on a tree.
It laughs and it shouts
And leaps all about
Jumping and feeling carefree...
Iram, Lost Iram
Lost, alone, and wandered scars
Scrutinizing time
Thunders rise and soon take flight
Tinted skies with essence sighs
Iram...
In empty space, we’re forced to roam
The vessel’s engine a high pitched shrill
In search of that which resembles home
As complex as the...
In an era where the only feeling is time
That nurtures a budding, all-consuming longing
A never ending cycle of living, “Should it end?”...
I have been well acquainted with you, Death
I have walked fearlessly --- and trembling back
I have survived and heard their dying breath
...