I didn't know how to put this forward or make it clear, but here it goes. I'm going to be making some noise in this little space of mine for a little while. I'm working on a little series for the poetry fans who wonder this way, hopefully it will be for fans of … Continue reading Walking Through Space!
Author: The Blissful Nomad
I'm a writer, Poet, Spoken Word Artist who fell in love with words at a weird time in my life. A chance to create is precious, getting to share what my mind pieces together is something special. I hope you enjoy reading, feel free to get in touch, any feedback is appreciated.
Letters From The Wild Man: Dear Prince
Let's forget reason and charge into the mist. The night will pay us no consideration when it blots our guide from its zenith. Reservations are reserved for the few who will sleep in nights reach. Tomorrow we would have reached to the promised place. Bring with you courage and a tonic of twisted sanity. No … Continue reading Letters From The Wild Man: Dear Prince
Inside Looking Out
Standing over there, they are drawing pictures of home, I wonder how that feels. I wonder if there is as scrambled an image as this Rorschach war chest hidden inside my head. hanging from hinges opened and closed far too often, so weathered by indecision to feel firm in themselves. Draw for me those borders that … Continue reading Inside Looking Out
The Hands That Feed You.
"Hard hands knead dough, everybody needs bread." Unknown She has shouldered this burden for years. Life had taken liberty with the course she dreamt out, veering her along a path molded by necessity. Her mornings lead her deeper into a world where the hammer and anvil speak louder than prayer. Once upon a time she had … Continue reading The Hands That Feed You.
Naming Game
With only 7 weeks until we meet, I speak my thoughts to your future. Your mother and I are overflowing with gladness. Our sweet flower will finally find air, our legacy finally finds breath, soaking up a new world through eyes glowing with the muted knowledge of a creator that only babies know. That day … Continue reading Naming Game
Treason
He watched his miracle curdle in the grooves of his palm. To have and to hold had grown sour the moment he decided to hold onto his ill intentions. His lips, stained with sin, hung heavy and full of fear, he couldn't help but sit soundless and still. The words he searched for dissolved into … Continue reading Treason
On Remembering Life
It's started to sound impossibly vague. "Act normal!" A fatigued cape that hang low to the floor, collecting dust as he walked around. Weighed down by this cloak tailored by the men and women who had lost the spectrum of their childish enjoyment, eager to fight the cold of a world without play. It had … Continue reading On Remembering Life
I Call Him Brother
Raised under the same roof we each earned our names, though I have always called him brother. Children of the sun, sprung from what cultured raised, carved bold under the gold pip of Africa's scepter. The fiery flesh of that mighty watcher colored us with grace, showered our shoulder with the warmth needed to see … Continue reading I Call Him Brother
There Is Something Out There
There was an invitation into a new world lingering in the midst of her thoughts. Hidden pieces of new beginnings were showing themselves whenever she peaked through the cracks in her patience. There were clues scattered across the maps on her bedroom wall, maps on her bedroom floor showed her she could have the whole … Continue reading There Is Something Out There
Man In The Mirror
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