Saturday visit to the marina was a lovely reminder of yesterday… We were greeted with handsome craf… Each tide’s rise and fall lulled t… crafts like babes in cradles

Tip tap tip tap echoed in my sanct… Each day comes extra ordinarily When I swim across the ocean of p… Filled with new lights for words a… Many were in deep melancholy

Along the dark alleys, Through their constant lies. Among bigots and hypocrites. Knives on his back as they spit On the ground he bellowed from the…

I could see the lonesome tree. Under draping branches, I did see… Thou held thy straw hat; and waved it for a halt. Thy sweet whisper in my ear

I feel for those tormented souls, in the pit of unescapable ghouls. With serrated tongues that bind tightly, human souls resigned... In their deep melancholy and desol…

Borrowed Time By: Imrogue In time, memories fade... but, I… Some memories may pain me and some… We are graced with borrowed time a…

Warm days of summer brought rain f… Wet shirts and trousers hanging at… Wild and boisterous laughters hear… Warm smiles of children at play... Wet and sweaty faces on display...

Have you heard of a writer’s block… I wondered... I thought it was a… Suddenly, I’m taken aback... Inflicted and being attacked! Let’s watch the clock.............…

A set of plates on the table remained untouched. The food’s gone cold. The candle wicks kept burning... flickering lights barely

You are a swan with grace kissed by moonbeam— Casting your reflection upon a tranquil lake in this glorious summer night.

Whisper to me softly and caress me gently with your hope of dreams for us tomorrow... Let us listen to nightbirds

I remembered the rise and fall of… that gloomy afternoon... I took a closer look at you in the hospital bed where you lay.… Your beautiful face was swollen

Hypnotizing sways of pendulum fade away from my vision. Transcending world of one’s dark epoch, caught in a turbulence… Evil—goodness—

In her statuesque beauty, A figure so grotesque, I can see.… She was meticulously carved with c… But a darkened soul inside shrieki… Layers of contrite, mournful devou…

A quick glimpse of him As we passed each other... To the barracks ... questions to be answered. He was tied, no sense to fight.