When the sky is all raindrops and fire, I promise to stand with you.
Tag: food for thought
His Fathers Son
It was around that age When young soldiers begin To grab hold of the world around them in hopes of moulding their wings, That he was met with silence. That echoes cackled, Crackling against the walls Of his mother's house, Whispering secrets that speak with The knowledge of a world that Lived Before the empty … Continue reading His Fathers Son
Running With Wolves
The forest is thick deep in the misty black. Footsteps echo among the forgotten leaves, the mighty pines hang boldly over the lair where the wolf pack roams. Never forget the pack. We cut our teeth on the remains of victory. In defeat we concur our inconsistencies. We run to the sound of … Continue reading Running With Wolves
Wake Up Call.
I was challenged by my notion of passion. The thought caught me at an important part of my day, the moment when my alarm wakes me up for the first time. It's always the same, I feel a heaviness in my body, my eyes timidly sip in the light, and I'm met by … Continue reading Wake Up Call.
Forged in Fire
Moulded in the toughest moments, your decision will find its voice. There incisions will multiply in effect when applied with experience, that itself is earned through bad decision. The spoils of war can be fickle if the battles were void of venture, sterile with stencils yet tested, with what ifs unanswered. Go bravely into battle. … Continue reading Forged in Fire
Breaking the Levy
I found him, Hiding behind a banner of his newest constructions, scared of his own nature. Why did the child feel he had to be old before his time? Castrated by the perception of perfection, let's lay that myth to rest! He has volleyed so much life, yet let his palms soften and grow sterile … Continue reading Breaking the Levy
Dear Someday, I hope this letter reaches you. I meant to tell you all this in person but something came up, as it always does. I'm sorry. I promise, Someday, well meet. I always talk about you. I think your name has stained my lips with a promise and its made for colourful conversations. I talk … Continue reading Someday
There is so much gold inside your longing to be you, this is the most precious intent. No heavy cloaks of foul feelings can dim a diamond cut by the goodness you feed your mind. The mind, so precious an instrument, when seeded with love will yield abundance. Make the mistake of welcoming thoughts with … Continue reading Gold-Mind
Father Forgive Me
On his face, the years are telling. His eyes, once alive with colour, were now shadows, long bled of there vibrant qualities. His skin, once taught with youth, draped as the last shroud of a man who has forgotten himself. The ushers of the great hall were accustomed to his coming and going. It had … Continue reading Father Forgive Me
Sometimes its easy, sometimes its hard, but making the decision is key. There are a thousand tributaries rooted in every second, every moment presents an option to reshape the course of the river. This body of time has life and a mind of its own, it keeps coursing, swallowing the world in its fluid steps. … Continue reading Choice