Poetry

Nomad

I was born in specialty , Growing up to not fit in, I keep travelling to find what I'm looking for, Though I do not know what I want. I see nothing but everything sees me. I grasp nothing, I refuse nothing. I receive but I do not keep. When you search for it, you… Continue reading Nomad

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Poetry

Hollow Wood

A leaf falls into the pond. Splash. The swift wind in the breeze, Weaving in the warm glow. The visions that we immerse ourselves in, We make ourselves to be made of. To go to sleep and never wake up, To wake up having never gone to sleep.

Poetry

Confidence

Confidence is a a sparing currency. When it is present, it generates the most valuable and extravagent wealth from people, When it is absent, all are poor and unfortunate. It is common property and belongs to everyone, Yet only few are able to invest it wisely. The rare few of us inherit it from our… Continue reading Confidence

Poetry

Faded of antiquity

A beauty has profounded you, in which the smallest pettle has shredded a thousand roses. Of the breasted bird, a thousand creeds are given, of purple and gold robes; from the valleys of narlwood and rockcrete, groomed and plumped from the eyes of Constantinople‚Äôs beauty.   The shimmer of the valiant chivalry stands at a… Continue reading Faded of antiquity

Poetry

An Exotic temperament

From light to dust, proverbs of a forefathers alley   The placid man returning home to the deep reaches of desolate and monotone equity. To the rich man, what beat is the one which moves mountains? Rather than, what rekindles the sunrise to favour the meek?   An individual can shift essence from stars yet… Continue reading An Exotic temperament

Poetry

The tempest

All revels now are ended. These are actors as I foretold. You are all spirits and are melted into air, into thin air. And like the basis fabric of this vision, The cloud clap towers, the gorgeous palaces, the solemn temples, The great earth itself, All I inherit shall dissolve. And like this insubstantial pageant… Continue reading The tempest

Poetry

Close up

The pebble hits the water. Splash.   The leaf skims the river. Woosh.   The man sheaths his sword Shing.   The horse travels. Clump, clump-clump, clump-clump.   The rock falls. Crash.   The keyboard mutters. Ting.   The hammer beats the metal. Clank.   The people stare in amazement. Awe.   The bullet passes… Continue reading Close up

Poetry

An open letter to society

Dear Society, You claim to provide everything to me, whatever my dreams and desires, yet you have not satisfied me one bit. You build tall houses which are big, But what are big houses but to cut me off from others as to deny me from others. You then decide it is vital I have… Continue reading An open letter to society