Their life’s lines entangle with yours You and I The margins between there is no knowing Where one ends the other begins metaphors abound but always fall short of the reality that is two become one limbs intertwined we finish each others… thoughts, feelings, sentences…

(a poem ending with lines from “The Great Gatsby” by F. Scott Fitzgerald) How I managed the sight of smoke from my mother’s kitchen and not remember that I once lived in a home fire burns everything that has a body, I do not know….

The Afternoon claim’s my time. Where my safe haven is inside my ride. My windows become my eyes granting me protected views into the world. The mechanical air chills my soles as my feet rest upon the dashboard. Relaxing to the sound of a bird’s…

“Possibly with a blank sheet of paper enclosed, by way of explanation.” Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters by J.D.Salinger. When did I lose control? When exactly, did my life Start careening mindlessly Among the debris of stars That have fallen to pieces Around me?…

Dreamy land Where no man’s sad Foggy skies Where no one cries Wind that blows And I repose Birds sing And why not It’s a Paradise! Magical place And I refuse To shut my eyes!

A long run at dawn begins with a purpose Where sunlight and courage last meet Smiles through the tears, as feet hit the pavement For all those that accepted defeat Each sunbeam from Heaven, a gift from beyond With angels carrying the runner with grace…

Peace be upon you during the midnight hour. May the nature of silence call you to calm and protect your mind from negative perceptions of self. May the air kiss your skin providing relaxation and comfort. May your dreams recall moments of pleasure into manifestations…

I came here to muse. A lady in a pink regalia and ash hat _ colours that wouldn’t hide her from the eyes of a roaring lion or herders leads us to where was Sambisa, with forensic lense. After so many photographs we agreed to…

Past where the moon pins the sky clamber aboard a running tram let us go then, you and I past the bleating of the lamb clamber aboard a running tram you keep the lighter in your pocket past the bleating of the lamb your cigarette…

Capture moments in the eyes Store memories in the heart The sound of laughter never fades away The glimpse of a smile never dissolves In our hearts, we carry it along With the hope they last long!