The Ire Of War

Those who wield influence should not chill, with ill notions twisted ire that war will. Chaos fosters hate which chills by the hour. It moves in fields killing all colored flowers. The sky opens with a strike of a pen…. Read More ›

I Shall Strut

Void chasms, rugged mountains; dry streams empty fountains. In life everything ends. Where do you begin? I begin in dreams firing neurons filling streams. The void looks back. So I just don’t react. For what am I but movement, a… Read More ›

On What We Dwell

Morning dew upon my brow, soft sinews bring softness out. All pride self consuming, as time is sharply looming. Is the world blind to the kind? Will the mind remember in time? Of the times as warmth champions winning fights… Read More ›

What Women Are

To carry life to feel birth’s pain, while men stand so completely vain. I try imagining my place, my worth. While women cry bringing life in birth. When I feel less like a man, tender compassion gives strength’s hand. So… Read More ›