…and if words…

If words came pouring out of the dark abyss of night, covering blank spaces, riding emotions, ripping through the darkness of yet more bloodshed, misunderstandings, bombs and shootings, of school children in dread, of citizens in peril of animals drugged into submission waiting for their last days; the world whimpering on crutches caught in its…

Martial Eagle.

Circles within circles in the cool autumn air, the Martial Eagle hovers wing ends flicking turning, turning looking down on build up land below the mountains edge calling out in pain its sweet song, as the land it hunted now under concrete, has no sustaining life to feed its nestlings in a crevice high above…

Hopeful heart

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What you give with hopeful heart, you will get more in return. ? If nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart; and though there may be times when your hands are empty, your heart is always full, and you can give…

Grey faces.

The Mountain pears out from under its tablecloth, making the the faces clinkle in anticipation, the grey concrete has been sorn off into cliffs of grandeur, with a wealth of ideas seeping from the white walls, as African dreams imurge from under the smoke of hell; drinking tea we feel sated. My old school friend…