Spiritual

Live

Sunset falls in the land of the dead While the endless flow of humanity walks on Creeping Crouching Never stopping in its incessant Overtaking on the road to oblivion Slow down Allow the flow

kingdom of the wind

Why does a humming bee Secret the words That we decline to trust Why does he understand The fledgling world; That we commend to dust. Is there not a flower In the desert sand;

Coffin Of Biko

An Anzala Fahsha Mystery

Beachcombing

Foam-flecked tendrils of salt-water-thoughts Eagerly fingering the sands of the dream-like shores. Grasping the bright silica flashes of intuition And pulling them into the pulsing deeps

FOR A PRECIOUS MOTHER prayer

A mom is so important in the strength of a family. She is the bastion against all odds, the comforter to her children and the encourager for husbands. (Mom passed away Sept 7, 2008. RLP)

An Ode to Egotism

You bizzare creature (so out-cast in this day and age): in pretentious democracies you are oft misconstrued as a one-sided monster of cruelty and rage No doubt you are genuinely dangerous,

And was pleased...

Every second is A second Of value Every moment Someone's dream comes true Every minute is A minute Of fascination Every moment Someone's world seems bright Every hour is An hour

Daybreak

Daybreak brings a hope so grand; Only in our torn dreams brier roses Untangling do we begin to understand? What sparkle in the shadows composes The lyrics on the wind quietly broken

When You've Got It All

When You’ve Got It All When you know you’ve got it all Why do you want more? What’s wrong with your existence? You view pleasure as a chore? A round of roles and duties