Shadow of supremacy

 They stand against the light to cast shadows, that make our paths dark, it’s no wonder we got lost on our way home. We once sat on gold thrones, now we beg thieves for a place in our own home… we’ve been taught to fight their shadows, with the shade we throw, while the graveContinue reading “Shadow of supremacy”

A Pegasus perplexus 

A zebra, made to stand out, forever wild and free. It seeks to rid itself of those that would ride on its back. It strives to know it’s stripes, not to earn them… For with that wisdom comes a new genesis of elegance, the birth of the peagusus. Made to fly high above life’s perplexus…controllingContinue reading “A Pegasus perplexus “

Fake flowers 

Dear inventor of fake flowers, why? I understand that maybe you just wanted to capture beauty and keep it forever, but don’t you let people believe that looks will last. Didn’t you realise that there is beauty in aging, that there is character to the bunch with a few wilting stems? You can’t trick meContinue reading “Fake flowers “

Blossom 

As I shift my focus towards what the lotus shows us, I start to notice so much more, its like hocus pocus and I’m free from the locust swarm of the norm, returning to the form In which was born. A new seed planted in my mind. I Fertilised my perspective, to be less selective.Continue reading “Blossom “

why she hid

she hid her face, though she was niether timid nor ashamed… niether was she meek,  nor tame… she felt there was a lot more to her picture than just the frame… there was nothing to hide, but so much more to see inside… so she hid the face she had, beacasue… she felt she wasContinue reading “why she hid”

Beautiful Struggle

so much beauty…you would struggle to see, but be left in awe once you saw it… I watched myself profit from my plummet… Encouraged  by contagiously courageous condemnation,  inspired by painstakingly painful perspicacity… What gave me the audacity, to stay, to face it… I had to face it, I could never escape it, through empty glasses,Continue reading “Beautiful Struggle”

Peice of my mind 

The mind; a battle field, for the worrier warrior, who draws the will he wields from his soul sheath, while hiding behind his ego shield. Fighting for a sense of security, defending a feeling of purity, descending and transcending maturity. An odyssey not for the eyes to see, just time zones redefined by a mindContinue reading “Peice of my mind “

The mad men I met

I met  preacher man, who would twist his own philosophy, purposely, to make short term profit off a long term prophecy. I met a bunch of bankers ,that toppled the economy I met a politician, with his vision, so impaired, he was unaware, of his hypocrisy, trying to force democracy, using guns and bureaucracy Hell…IContinue reading “The mad men I met”

With words 

I’ve been told I have a way with words …now  I wonder;  Is it because I’m always getting carried away with words? Maybe Because I tend to get my way with words;  and when my diction turns frictional and rubs someone up the wrong way, I tend to get away, with words…  It might evenContinue reading “With words “

Growing up 

When I was a little boy, the world were my play ground. And words was my toys. …  I loved people for free, problems were only stories, I would tell to trees. My future full of positive possibilities, I saw in my dreams.  That little boy still L ives somewhere within me, it seems, everyContinue reading “Growing up “