Nowaday every thing is streamed outdated entering into the matrix even technology transforms like headboards to side tables they are all the same just new just different just allowing us to forget more allowing us to count on them One day we may lose it…

My Honesty I believe the truth always comes out.It usually does.The truth has never had to set me free.I learned when I was young to never liewhen I sneaked ferrets home for pets,my mom caught me.I’m not a god liar, keeper of secrets.Many won’t ask…

Twas the night before Christmas and all through St. Joes. The patients were sleeping with hall lights aglow.   Medication were given and rounds were all done. All patients were counted each and every one.   Patients were all snuggled with clean sheets on their…

We will have cake by the ocean and overflowing drinks We will have bonfire by dusk and music to dance about We could also do fishing with natives we met years back And have dinner by the shore while watching the sun rests We can…

Drawing Conclusions before the experience was all I could do Any place I ever went was within car range You can hardly feel the bumps and bruises of travel in the air and on planes no humidity happens just turbulence just pressure just sound and…

Time seemed to skidd in one place and whirl in one vicious circle: cleaning pots, baking bread and carrying heavy buckets, there was no a grain of attractive activity in all days, in all deeds: neigbouring girls were addicted with chatting, snapping sunflower seeds. The…

 My native language is love It can be conveyed with or without words The dialects are constantly evolving, but the core meanings are universal Many speak it but don’t truly understand it It is a language where listening is often more important than speaking Where…

They do take care of us my mother made a choice to grow them around her children They were like peace making my mother show up to care for them as they cared for her back the respect she gave them the beauty and peace…

Some call it poetry, others a woke of art but you call it life, you don’t just see it as images or words you feel the presence like your heart is burning like you were created for this many a times i have been moved…

The Yellow Telephone Booth The Yellow Telephone Booth Now a stand-alone monument A lot of talk and carried-away gestures Concealed like a visitor’s book People wanting to be wired now Hold each other in their pockets (without wires) Coveted glances once upon a time Worn…