…hand strums old nylon strings…soft reverberation…rhythm of silence embraces the air leaving my lungs…breathing…always breathing…it was always the breathing…and then… Read more Brittle World; Diffused in the Evening

…hand strums old nylon strings…soft reverberation…rhythm of silence embraces the air leaving my lungs…breathing…always breathing…it was always the breathing…and then… Read more Brittle World; Diffused in the Evening
There had been four, in the beginning. Beginning of what? How does one answer that? I’d prefer that you do… Read more Timeless Time-keeper
I quite like looking upwards. Naked earth under my feet, mouth open, eyes resting in the invisible shade of a… Read more Looking upwards
There are moments when you feel empty. The story that led you here, devoid of cheer or despair. Left to… Read more Stream of Life
What mysterious paradigms of love keep me going back to these people I call home, I do not understand. Simple… Read more Home is a pretty pretty bird
What lies before me is not the promise of poetry. Hands forming words with a precision my trembling fingers never… Read more The Bee has Left the Flower
A black mass of people swarmed out of my head into paper, radiating many colours of excitement… or a speedy… Read more Fluid World; Far from the Madding Crowd
Tender in the winter sun, grass sprouts out of the cold earth, slowly… s l o w l y. .… Read more Remember me Freedom
This fixation with this body and this identity might give me (as an embodied located self) systemic answers as to… Read more The “Soul” of a Disenchanted Consumer of Education
Smooth droplets of a bygone day Sprout from the leaves of fantacies As I stroll with a friend of… Read more My Beautiful Evening
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Bird Silent
Ceaselessly Sinking In Aesthetic Art & Mediocre Metaphors
The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
Within the well of silence , are thoughts that awaken the soul.....
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