There is a specific kind of quiet that settles over you when you’ve been on the front lines, fighting for what you believe is right, and life finally forces you to step back. This isn’t the silence of giving up. It is the quiet of someone who has seen too much or been through too […]
The 1,2,3 primary red, yellow and blue So fancy and pure They come from the tube Untouched by events Without blemish, dilution They jump on the paper In strokes of delight Thinking only them can shine as bright Delusion, illusion, deceptionI shout!So many reds, yellows and blues Fill the spectrum of colors in tubesMixes and
Compass unseen of Should and of MustBorn of shared sorrows and ancestral dustRoots buried under the canopy of branchesExtending through time and spaceIntertwined in the bedrock of cultureTwo silent rivers in a verdant frameDraw life’s draught and ghosts of journeys pastXylem and phloem flow through the invisible veins of divinityNurturingStrains, beliefs and traditions burden identityPerpetuatingThrough
Two and seven sound like a charm The number of lives a cat can throw in a hat waste on a mat Run after a rat Such a cat has more than I With two and seven meaning 1 To do more things that fit in a hat Would be possible in a mat And
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It seems I am being challengedChallenged to hold fast on shaking groundsTo utter words of defiance at sky and dare it to thunder backIt seems I am being challengedTo a duel without gunsWith a shapeless, nameless opponentCrushing me, eclipsing the sunWith my body sprawled on the floorMy face turns and unwavering I scream”Not a chance’My
Where do they begin or end?How is your going around working for you?Around, and around and around…Sometimes in crescendoOthers, diminuendoAlways out of handsThe focus of attention is looking upward into the heavy disc of an unfathomable dimension crossing the skies of futility and familiarity leaving the blurry discs of confusion hanging on the edge of