Ryan Alchakaki Poems

Why not admit the weakness you possess,
Then strive, then climb the high circular road
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Bombing of History Iraq
Blast your way through life
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The echo of life, the sound of creation,
The howl of winds in canyons of faith
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In the path of humans a spider built a 'home'
Crafted with care it looked like a dome
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On a misty white cloud dashing through,
The dreams appeared traces of a diamond shape
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Storm inside the world and say
How it becomes unjust
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She is the Nile
Flooding with tender
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And anyway,
Continuation of life is not at your hand.
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Passion for grace and joy race
Roads of blocks, or let them live,
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No wave is like another wave; to ride.
On the high seas I have become
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