. Hear the seldom gong and its solemn tone . a high pitched, heart wrenching groan. Unheard… Read more The Abussos (Society’s Switched Off Its Intelligence)
Category: My Poetry
Poem Turned Tune: The Embers of Inhaled Grace
Naming a tune can sometimes take time. There are days when the name will drop instantly. Then there are other… Read more Poem Turned Tune: The Embers of Inhaled Grace
Emancipation
. I’m schooled by necessity, schooling from what was thrown at me unnecessarily. Gasping for gravity, learning new abilities beyond… Read more Emancipation
Sedated Polis
. Images swallowed are emptied of resonance; Voided passion. Pay-offs and silence; twisted resistance. Social media degradation. The mind controlled,… Read more Sedated Polis
Prayer For That Which Was Seldom Shown
. Unlike greed, lies, abuse and false claims, . rain falls and doesn’t stain. Lord,… Read more Prayer For That Which Was Seldom Shown
The Embers Of Inhaled Grace
. Relentless, I hear the sighs. The “talentless” noticed by nothingness and its endless siren’s cry. Sinking into the sands… Read more The Embers Of Inhaled Grace
Bagatelle Of The Solitary Lamp
If you are among the few readers of this blog, or perhaps among the one or two Facebook friends that… Read more Bagatelle Of The Solitary Lamp
The Messenger’s Presence
. Wings stretch and earth darkens. From West to East, wrists to wood From the river of bitter vinegar, to… Read more The Messenger’s Presence
The Death of Oblivion
. . How many white pages remain blank? Ink, less applied, . an empty space. Quiet and inkless. Wisdom left… Read more The Death of Oblivion
The Never Ending Chorus of Decorus Vista
. God paints with nature. Though He isn’t a picture, He’s involved in it. Though behind this art, He chooses… Read more The Never Ending Chorus of Decorus Vista
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