I sat at the feet of beauty, unable to behold her; Choking as I were, Life draining out of my body, Yet how magical the roses and the greens, The incandescent light of life they emanated, How they must have longed for me to behold them in that very moment, attracted to their spirit, The… Read More Blocks That Are Built ..
They were selling love outside the market near the corner shop, It was illegal. I watched them day by day try to get away from the law-makers. They looked like murderers. No one came by to buy it or offer them their kindness, Love is too expensive to be bought in these ways, Everyone grew… Read More Illegalities
freedom ˈfriːdəm/ noun 1. the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants. 2. the state of not being imprisoned or enslaved. Stop living your life like you are in a prison cell.
Good question.. Someone once posed this question to me, somewhere I think. What drives you? What makes you wake up every morning, with renewed purpose, ready to take on the challenges on every day? Apparently in this question lies your continued hope. The underlying answer will reveal the intentions of your very soul and leave you… Read More What Drives You?
Surfacing upon daybreak you let go of yesterday’s fears and try again afraid, Reliving the symptoms of society’s ills, you make do with performance anxiety and try by all means to live out of courage, But mama never told you courage comes expensive, How do you make do with no money in the bank, Hand… Read More PAPER
I once thought words were houses built by sunrises, Kept together by sunsets, not able to withstand the rain, Not able to ascend into heaven to be heard, These words that keep me alive have no home to reflect and believe, But music never finds home in unwiltering escapes, Oh WORDS, be my home, fill… Read More Words
I found it strange that you would paint such things, Niccolo Quaratesi said you weren’t quite truthful about the way you behaved, You thought you knew the events unfolding before your eyes, You thought that life would cut you some true self-reliant processes as you stay aware of what seems untrue, You were far too… Read More To Michelangelo