With every year's end - the advent marks the start of a new day,
as human kind we’re always growing wiser, furthermore, fully face to face with the task of taking baby steps toward a straight forward path —
It’s time to take a stand…
(With that being said: we really need to enjoy such a joyous occasion)
In an effort to boost morale; International Women’s Day should pronounce a two part holiday...
Friday 15th April 2022 8:35 am
I know, somewhere, on the other side of the Universe,
An alien man and an alien woman seek
Love. Light could not guide their course –
They did not have eyes; they could not see.
They had genuine intentions, they always did,
A family or whatever it is called there.
They would count every single beat
Of their hearts if they could only hear.
They were married. They would nev...
Wednesday 17th February 2021 12:13 am
I wondered into the British Museum
I had no business being there.
“It is free admission,”
You reminded me.
“Free? There cannot be such thing.
When visitors enter artifacts
With their minds,
They carry pieces away
Like a colony of ants.
It is destruction
Invisible to the naked eye.
Envious, greedy visitors
Stealing a precious collection
Saturday 6th February 2021 10:21 pm
Weep like a child
In the face of eternity.
What sins are you carrying
In your cow bag?
Take them out
One by one.
Place them on this stone
In the bright sun
So I can examine them closer.
“They will dry out,” I protest.
I laugh, “What’s the worry?
Are you trying to keep them forever?”
I pull back and hide
The bag behind my back.
“I am not...
Saturday 6th February 2021 10:13 pm
How the porpoise was drawn into the seas
holding a pace seeming stationary
and, bagged on a shelf in a store of years,
who would believe: love is perfected yet.
Moon-proud a sillhouette over our seas-
a second sight at the antipodes-
curving like the rainbow before she fades
just as never was: love is perfected yet.
Wednesday 15th August 2018 10:50 pm
There is light at the end of the tunnel
and it is light these eyes were made to see.
My self I have imagined, reflected
in countless frames busy with wild designs
to my left and right,
likeness after likeness for company.
Portrait of the times each step of the way
shadow caught astrals, they reach out, would speak.
How many would change their...
Wednesday 8th August 2018 2:04 pm