Dharma Gill

To salute
The Sikh race
For making their global establishment,
From sand
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She can claw mark
With her fingernails

Her daily menstrual
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Believe it or not, I am your Lord
And I know you are bored
Of me telling you that I am your Lord
I sound like a broken record, stuck in one chord
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Perverse with darkness
Darkness is a pitch-black cloth.
It wraps itself around the soul.
The soul is consumed by it.
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My mind travels
At warp speeds

Through space,
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The mutation starts to solidify me
The concentrated evolution process
Is on the verge of bio-molecular transformation
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A rice ritual sprays the air
In respect to embalm the spirits
Of the dead wrapped in bandages,

Soaked in tears, preserved
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I live on broken glass
That cuts me in pieces
As I breathe.
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His palace is buried beneath the sea of skulls.

The jewels in his crown
are splinters – worn out and worthless.
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A song was heard
from an enlightened spring far away

singing about promises.
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I side split,
abduct joints
in normal range of motion.
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It’s Friday night and it’s party time.
I feel the vibe. It’s my time to shine.
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I am a native from a farmer’s tribe.
I use the Dhol for communication,
talk to my ancestors and discover my roots.
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When a man says ‘I cannot’
his suggestion has just shot
himself in his capable foot
disabling his in and output.
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Virtuous presence requires such attention.
As the hair of molar dust.
Plentiful smooth as rose silk.
Her eternal integument
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From time to time in natural meditation
To practice this art I give all dedication
Mastering the mysterious spirituality of Eastern ascetic
In self-fulfilling prophecy spiritually connected
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The club of men
were less than ten
no rules
for old boy fools
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Once, I found death,
And blindly died 1,000 times,
You gave me pain
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Almost home,
six miles to go...
no transport.
Walking short,
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What is life?
when you don't have one
not allowed existence.
My future vision
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