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
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.
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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Into The Night
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Mi Princesa
Dear Carla I promised to be home soon, but now this home soothes nothing without you in it, I don't know what's keeping me here. I came close to finding hope but there is no hope inside these tall glasses. It's ironic, I thought they'd help me find my spirit. In times of grief … Continue reading Mi Princesa
Jump
There is no one there to catch me, but I would love to learn to fly. My eyes, playing along the loose edges of certainty, cliff faces and curbs, I'm courting a potent notion with intentions of taking flight. A featherless free fall that could grant a taste of freedom. Leap! How fine I'd feel, … Continue reading Jump
Gone Fishing
The waters edge was more lenient. He remembered watching on from the banks as long shadows cast nets against the early sun. Barely was the light free from its hiding had the men liberated their vessels from the shores and taken to the open water. He remembers hearing the merriment dancing up to the shore, carried … Continue reading Gone Fishing
Silence
It's a soft cloud that settles after so much rain, after the tumultuous applause of tongues simmers away to allow a mist to claim the room. It's a safe place sometimes, it saves our grace when there is chaos and there are too many decibels to deal with, held softly it grants a respite from … Continue reading Silence
If we were having coffee right now …
If we were having coffee right now, I would have my order of caffeine at hand, mixed with enough caramel to make the kick bearable. I would take my triple chocolate muffin and whatever scraps of paper I was carrying around that day, and I would sit them right next to yours in a quiet corner … Continue reading If we were having coffee right now …
Him for Her
When the sky is all raindrops and fire, I promise to stand with you.