THE SEASON OF CHRISTMAS
At the year’s endComes a joyful breezeJust like the ones that never cease With hearts full of joyPalms cloth with giftsDwellings branded as Toy Here is the seasonIt is a …
THE SEASON OF CHRISTMAS Read MoreA way in or out for humanity through writing
At the year’s endComes a joyful breezeJust like the ones that never cease With hearts full of joyPalms cloth with giftsDwellings branded as Toy Here is the seasonIt is a …
THE SEASON OF CHRISTMAS Read MoreWandering across roads,like lonely cords without headsDiscarded garments are their coatsThey embrace the icy breeze all nightBitter kisses they shower on sunny days Their voices sound like echoesWept in the …
THE HOMELESS Read MoreIf I share not the message of the crossAnd if I give an empty look to the salvation of the worldThen in all things I count but lossFor what good …
FOR WHAT GOOD? Read MoreLost in thoughts, carried away by wounds and mysteries of life yet consumed by hope that my story could be different. I’ve got to act and play differently, both sweet …
MY STORY SHOULD BE DIFFERENT Read MoreLet me be the last if not the first to tell you thisThe story is not over yetNo one is comingNo one is coming to your aid now, that’s a …
STORY IS NOT OVER YET Read MoreBLIND DATE It was a mild afternoon when I was enjoying my leisure trying to clear my head off the many shackles of life ranging from work to family and …
Blind Date – A Very Lovely Story Read MoreMy heart beats a rhythm of oldIt is a simple complex sound that has foldA western wind blew on Africa long agoIt was seen as it flowBeautiful was it in …
THE WIND OF OLD Read MoreMy heart beats a rhythm of oldIt is a simple complex sound that has foldA western wind blew on Africa long agoIt was seen as it flowBeautiful was it in …
THE WIND OF OLD Read MoreOh how I vividly remember the good old daysLaughing and smiling quickly after a cryHatred was not a word I knew.The good old days Nostalgia befalls me anytime I come …
CHILDHOOD Read MoreWhen you both first metIt was love at first sightYou were innocent of tearsIt was all cheers Then something took overShould I call it a spiritYou desired more than everYou …
ABANDONED PRODUCTS Read More