I had a desire. Deeper than the deepest ocean. Higher than the highest mountain. So high, so deep, it makes me ache. I had a desire, So near, yet so far. So far, yet so near. I groan all day long. I had a desire. I slept and dreamt my Read more…
My soul is sad. I have seen lives swallowed by spells from stone hedges. This makes souls that ought to live, die. Those who ought to die, live. I lie down, my soul desires to stand up. I stand up, my soul wants to lie down. I sleep but my Read more…
To What do I liken the Olympics of scars, Daily game written by the scribes of life. Where everyone wins or whines. A goat beget a kid. Happy and prancing on the hills, A day and the next, a leg broken we see. Scars of a goat, a tale unfolding. Read more…
I watched his persistence . Oh his knuckles, a firmer grip I see. The demons of inconvenience, their witchcraft’s initiated. The smooth roads rough and dusty they became. How does a man see when he can’t see. Reduced visibility is no discouragement. For when he can’t see, I observed he Read more…
Yet I find self conducting one in my thoughts. Autopsies of how they treated me. Autopsies of what they said to me last. Autopsies of rejection, devastation, defeats and regrets like an unending river terrorises the weary soul. Everyday, my perplexing thoughts, the harbinger of autopsies they become. A continuous sailing in the ship of fools hoping Read more…