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 

The Fast 

Hearty handfuls of everything here and now have well and truly clouded the system. Arteries are thick with the residues of satisfaction. The breath is now shallow. Tasting the sweetness of now has stolen from a true enjoyment of the atmosphere. The peripheral mind atrophies when it's allowed to dwindle in the somber swirls of … Continue reading The Fast 

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.

Passing Time

  It's all well and good writing all day, I love it. Spending hour after hour picking apart and piecing together these word pictures. If I could, I would live inside these patiently woven word capsules and never catch sight of day. Words tend to take me places, crazy places where mystery meets magic and the … Continue reading Passing Time

Someday

  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