“Crows and rooks are rather clever birds, Forever discriminated, as stupid and gratuitous, Because of their colour, Yet, I fail to see how their colour, Defines their worth, For they are incredible specimens, And are far from being redundant.

When a man wakes with the yearning of a lad for breast milk, he sucks whatever looks like a nipple. This is not me even though this poems says I’m hungry for holy writings, for solid food. Lead not to my abode, the clergy who…

You are the reason seasons of my life move sans treason. Had we not met; if you had not met me, and shared knowledge of God and the Bible, week-in, week-out for aeon, would make a different story. Wouldn’t have replicated the knowledge. Talk about…

“Magic is wondrous, But ’tis just an illusion, Abra-Cadabra

Walking under the midnight stars Invisible paths and many scars Rope-like creatures lurk around Crickets and flies all abound Moonlight watches overhead Stars peep under the ocean Eyes on the road ahead Soon we will be in bed

A tinge of sweet Like the citrus burst from a lemonade But not quite as sweet as sweet as overwhelming Overwhelmingly sour The type to make your eyes twitch for a bit But I craved the sweetness So I took another sip But it must…

The light at the end of the tunnel Had called out to me, saying, Enter ye at our own risk This place of riches and wisdom This cave of trials and temptations This place of no return And within me I felt a strong conviction…

Little Devils Running across the porch With dirt on their hands and faces And soiled clothes for mummies to launder   Little Devils With their innocent questions Eyes that twinkle with laughter And not a care in the world   Little Devils Causing trouble as…

“There is nothing better in this world, Than a good book, For one good book, Can keep readers hooked on for hours, Like fish, Caught in a fisherman’s net, Only, here the fish are the readers, And the net, the the enthralling book.   A…

And when we get to the edge of that cliff Would you promise to push me over and end my misery? Would you promise to let me go? To not shed any tears for me? And when we are lost in the woods… Do you…