The Mosque

A good mosque is a generous place
A kind, safe base on the World's face
For worshippers with imperfections

It should give divine connections
Other than the Scripture
It should give us God's first picture

At least, it's God's Word's kiosk
'The World's face is my mosque'
Known prophetic words

Not limited to our nerds
The heart should be primal mosque
And love's first, non-monetary kiosk

April Amazement

I thought: Spring has been skipped, now too
Then, May dives back to October
Inverse weathers have their reason
Someone, somewhere, has been angered

More Blossoms

Who would ever expect glory
Of this much yellow magnitude
On a romani broccoli?
I look in humble servitude

Abundance

White magnolia, prunes, cherries
A wealth of blossoms around us
Their previous years' memories
Make this April more glorious

Dear Holland, The Sea Rises

Your outlook has grown penible
How do you wish to continue?
Your story isn't credible,
If taxes should solve the issue

This is about rolling up sleeves
And, bonus, the air is dirty
Money is good enough for thieves
Real life sandbags we must carry

Handing over natural tasks
To governments, only corrupts
You couch potatoes sip your flasks,
While the sea around you erupts

Money isn't gonna save you
Why not stop the state robbing you