What the other me is saying. This is not another love poem. To write another love poem would be a logical error. I would have to speak about tenderness,. Cos in this love battle I am a god,. Bringing a storm to your introverted life. See I am Thor and Raiden combined with a hammer. The X-Men have no shit on me. Cos I am your avenger. I am the Dude fighting for a chance in your life,. I am the only weapon that can fight the hulk in you.

Brave souls in adventure scar, But with beauty shed a tear, To dispel the gloom of cloud, Making of the clot a rain. Shed a tear, If it is the spectacle of art that frees your soul. Shed a tear! Hellip; More A Tear. Is your love worth being in a frame? July 8, 2015. Dip their talons into the labour of the fields.

The Hands Of A Lonely Boy. The bell rings and voices echoe into their shelter. Watching her child gasp for air in a world where learning to hold the wind is not a problem. A father feeds on crumbs of bread and nurse his emotions in a bottle of whiskey, another way he was taught to be a man. The world collides in translucent dreams. And the mirror on the wall breaks into pieces of open wounds.

Defying the cryptic void of silence. In Africa,Ghana ,History,Struggle. A star between red and gold. Some five decades before me. No fuel for fire tenders. No urgency in Emergencies . Well wishers of the motherland. Lend them a helping hand . Tonight I sleep in darkness. No shelter for the homeless.

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Self got missing some generations before my arrival. In truth, self was enslaved and displayed as weak but strong enough for the plantations. So he run, even from the dark corners of my mental, making me question if I was ever special.

com My memories of you Are Sigils carved into my mind Chains wrought in the fires of t.

Winging life and winning at it. The last fortnight has been intensely productive. I and my cofounder launched our startup, Skrife to good reviews, numerous press interviews and an onslaught of inbounds.

Complexity in simplicity; inspiration in despair, jewels in the dirt. On SILENCE OF THE SIREN. On SILENCE OF THE SIREN. Create a free website or blog at WordPress. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.

Thoughts, emotions, words, action, life! The soothsayer seldom speaks soothingly,. For the truth is but a bitter pill swallowed sparingly. Cacophony is equal to nonsense in monotony,. And harmony culminates different thoughts into a melody. But an identity is my claim to existence. I pass by like the shadows of your conscience,. Empowered, yet impoverished by the thoughts of your non existent benevolence. My tongue is a tamed shroud,. We scream to nothingness and feel proud,.