Heaven

Some days I crave a sun so bright

Instead of Memphis rain

And people that can say my real name

Some days I feel my skin turning back

A darker shade close to black

And I hear my roots calling me home

But most days I know I am not alone

In feeling so far away from home

We’re all immigrants after all

Waiting for the call

To return to heaven

Eden

I weaved a nest

Out of the things they threw away

And I made a home for my children to say

He created an earth so large

So great

Hoping one day

The Gods will appreciate

The waste they threw a way

The Garden of Eden was no place to stay

Adam

I know your pain

I, too, had to do the same

To free myself and children alike

To start fresh

A new life

I too had to be

Immigrant

But free

Self Love

Don’t forget to nurture your soul

You lost your pieces
Those that made you, you
And now you wander
Forgetting what you loved
To do

Poetry Reading, Part 2

Stranger Paths, The Magic in The Madness

Part II

Of Positively & Philosophy

Awakening

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Poetry Reading

Part I

of Childhood and War

Memory of The War

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A Look Inside

My first poetry collection is published and I’m so excited to share it with you all!

Here’s a look inside Stranger Paths, The Magic in The Madness Poetry Collection by me, R.J. Zarkani

Available for sell on Amazon and Kindle

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