The mirror splits, shattering the myth of who you think you are, shards of self-reflection scattered across the floor. Each sliver, a truth, biting and…
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Not all upgrades are a welcome sight, For many don’t enhance or truly prove; Yet status quo might yield a different light, When deemed “a…
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About me I am somebody special That was made By my father With his holy hands A long time ago And also along Time ago…
Leave a CommentBeleza pura Is the nature That my Father Had made with His holy hands Before he made The human beings Here on earth And after…
Leave a CommentA barely audible creak greeted me As I entered this still unfamiliar place. His figure approached, step by step, slowly, Aged and wizened, his steps…
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Let me draw a hummingbird, Roshi Let me draw you the birds drinking from the flower They fly flower to flower But they aren’t blooming…
Leave a CommentIn Kilmarnock’s print, a treasure lies, A first edition, where history sighs, From eighteen eighty-six, its verses flow, Robert Burns’ heart, in dialect aglow. Poems…
1 CommentThere is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen. It whispers in the rustle of leaves, In the pause between a heartbeat, In the quiet…
Leave a CommentWith morning light, a spark ignites, A scoop of kratom sets things right. Energy blooms, a steady rise, As focus sharpens, spirit flies. In the…
Leave a CommentFlashes of the man I once was, often come and go. Unable to hang on to him, because of things I know. Father, Brother, son…
Leave a CommentThe truth, a mirror so clear and deep, Where shadows hide, where secrets sleep. It calls to us, like winds through trees, Whispering softly, “Come,…
Leave a CommentBooks gather dust in closed rooms, their spines like stiffened backs, knowledge locked in pages, curled tight like fists. All it takes is the crack…
Leave a Commentbeing an unlit candle an unlit match stick will surely not suffice neither the twain shall meet unless you strike one the other remains and…
1 CommentIf you don’t feel the joy when they rise When your friend’s success shines bright in the skies, Then what bond do you hold, what…
Leave a CommentA known quantity bereft of quality; a name of little beyond its letters, by road’s shoulder perhaps guide to openly weep a slippery slope of…
1 CommentI have dreams, Here come the routines Now I’ve seen all that I missed Life is parts, I fear That’s the part I…
Leave a CommentThe stone in the road, sharp-edged, scraping the soles, is it burden, or a shift in the wind? A scream might rise, teeth bared against…
Leave a CommentCommunication is key, A phrase like a door, but only half-ajar. We speak, syllables tumbling like stones, but do you listen, or just wait for…
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Temper tantrums, enduring karma craziness in the air some brought before accountability as transparency reveals the hidden. Abusers or people and the system are finally…
1 CommentYour mind, a canvas vast and wide, Paints the world with thoughts inside. It searches far, it seeks the clues, To prove the stories that…
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