Prose

My hands are shaking as the pen scribbles these words Emotions can have an effect on one physically... Is it fear sorrow joy or...

Is there a God? Big question! I do not know. No one knows. I do know, however, there is a creator. I look around, what do I see? I...

I love you miss smith, Now can't you see, I'll be loving you like this now and for all of eternity. I love it when you smile, It...

I love you miss smith, Now can't you see, I'll be loving you like this now and for all of eternity. I love it when you smile, It...

For one moment Let's pretend, That all we Want is freedom And not just A political end! The flags are real, And that We live life In...

Rainy wishes The face of earth will be grim without the childish jumping of the rain drops. Yes, rain is a pleasant bending which...

by no design save the natural economy of resonance in a field of pink noise and isotopes of serendipity - bonding to the surface of...

In quiet corners Filled with the lust for sin A soldier disguises himself A nun undresses Burning metal flows in darts In glances...

Atanya, My love for you is more than you will ever know. It’s as tall as the tallest trees, It’s as high as the highest mountains,...

The voice of people should be their own They should be unique and individual Or else we become puppets of ventriloquists Using words...

I held you even when your thorns pricked my skin You bewitched me with your scent, you nearly killed You ran deep, I felt you run...

I climb mountains. That's just what I do. I've made so many of my own, this much is true. Some get steeper, as the years roll on,...

The Fox Saw The Grapes And Thought… “ If Grapes Were Rabbits - I wouldn’t be talking to myself “

The moral of the story is never a suspect. But always a conviction. Read tea leaves for the articles. Scrapbook the Fiction.

A stone has a Name that is Itself a Stone. And only one Tongue can speak it. A star is called by what It Is And never answers...