Everything-Is-Just-Alright The depths of color splint my spirit in two.  This, the way my heart looks on the  everything-is-just-alright kinda days.  The shimmering promise of blue skies and blue moods pulling equally as I waiver in almost-contented ness.  My heart shall dive into the neverending…

When I was young, I used to, I note the obvious differences. When I was young, I used to, Lying, thinking, Some clichty folks. There are some nights when, When you see me sitting quietly, I start no. It is true, In my young years…

The Sanctified canvas   Propositions in quarry have been introduced by my Bathory, Expressionless consternation the champion to silent seduction, Tempted and moved at my prompts in the search sanguinity, Her manipulation giving flight to the avid inanition.   By unwavering hand, the stage of…

Expect the unexpected, What’s expected is not presented, Therefore, I accept the likely presence of what’s unexpected, Though it’s not easy to weather the storm, Seasons change; after the rain, Rainbows always form, Despite the miniscule differences in each situation, A commonality is the unexpected…

Damn I caught up a lot faster than I thought. But for this poem a trigger/content warning for the idiom. It mentions abuse and I thought it was just a really interesting way to say sun shower. I used the idiom as the title.  …

White, cold, silent. Floating from the sky. Jack Frost usually strikes at night. His is an eerie, beautiful silence. Flakes catch light and shine back proudly. Almost gravity-defying in their slow descent from above. Stick around for a while. Stay and play. Wash the world…

You have only winds birthed in the desert, A desert so mighty it birthed a religion A sun that glows over each inch of your Despondent, glowing, always bright land No escape in an oasis, not even a mirage The long shadows merely slaves to…

It’s difficult to be the Messiah, play-acting his death on a torture stake. Times like this teach us what death means, remind us how a man, sinless, was beating from neighbouring streets down to Golgotha. A cup of grief is always as heavy as grief….

Her Wedding Day   Dressed in a smooth satin And a kiara cum Marry Slessor hybrid headgear With a train sparingly laced with flower throws She walked up beside her father In steps delicate and slow. It was her wedding day   When earlier it…

POEM 10 Christmas, The Mass of Christ. So sacred, so Holy, so full of His light. The Bethlehem star stood still in the night and Angels both arch and choir members took heavenly flight. We celebrate and scuffle to cling to beliefs, to hold onto…