The clouds emboldened the sky High above are the mountains Below, the rivers are turbulent

The sky spreads its wings across the earth. Beneath, a hawk, a miniature duplicates what is above

A hawk flies between the great devide. Between earth and sky It nestles into its flight with great delight.

The city is an amphitheatre of human life. What play am I in. What scene will unfold. Am I a juggler or joker, or a fast liver of life. Or do I show...Read more

When the world turned sour with covid fire, It ignited covid fear. The covid spear was thrown into human flesh. Where tears could not wash away de...Read more

Under the dusk, of the city lights. The starlings are wailing, forth right. Up above the city lights, and beyond, their wailing is heard, out righ...Read more

Broken pain Daggers of hurt Ashamed and stained Where do I go? Who do I go to? On my knees, unto you I go Lord.

I go away to the hills and sulk There dead mounds don't answer me back. I cry in my dead pity.

I go away to the hills and sulk There dead mounds don't answer me back. I cry in my dead pity.

I wake up It's too early for gossip Crispy sleep is still in my eyes

I wake up The day is grey The sun has streaked away

God gives his heart (Jesus) To broken people

The annoying bird, struck an accord with me. Flew straight to a limb, then sings its daily delivery.

A bird on a ledge, dives into the outward sea. It swoops high and low and all over the place, it returns to the ledge his proud home.

Old lady, it's wishful thinking she's a dead stone. Published 18.06.2025

The dawn arising A fawn stretching, in the crisp wind Published 18.06.2025

We drive on a new road and other humans share the same mind. After this, we will go and get coffee, it will warm our bodies what the wind has bruis...Read more

18.06.2025 The tui's and the pigeons return to their solitude. Because the trucks bombastic noise made them fled

Trees line the square Their arms impaled in the air. Their emerald garments ripped away. It's a cold sooty day, patches of rain on the green. A hi...Read more

My dreams are madness, They are a shroud of hideousness. Why would I linger, longer on them, more than I can carry. Do I live inside my dream? I ca...Read more