It was like a Sun’s city or City of the Sun With her ubiquitious seductive rays of gold Hovering everywhere as I drove on a fast lane Too far and near, and near and far she roved up and down; and down and up, she shone! The graceful African Sunset was everywhere The closer it … Continue reading Driving Sun
Tang my heart now To the soul of pure song Attune my fingers once again To those spiritual strings Stream forth therefore Steams of notes And their dreams And feelings Like flames Close my eyes To see the sea of songs Whereof I dwell in the realm Of choicest Spirit like an eagle Soaring on … Continue reading Yearnings – a nostalgia
Sing sweetie birdie Twiee, twit, twitter Raise your hands And touch the sky Flap your wings And make a turn Don’t turn wild And lest you fall Look at me And shake your tail Lay your eggs And say hurray! Hop, hop, hop And flap and flap Make another turn And say good-bye. ‘Tis lots … Continue reading Play The Bird/ Miss Lindy’s Doggie
In an ancient city of Zeoah, in a town called Zinji once lived a wayward woman called Sheazo. She gave birth to a baby-boy and gave him the name “Schwazo.” She had no regard and respect for life, thus she went into the very heart of “The Forest of Forests” the most dreadful forest ever … Continue reading The Adventures Of Schwazo
GRACEFUL NIGHT In the sounds and serene silence of the night The ripples and tides of its breezy ocean Swaying the tress to a roaring turbulence While dried leaves flop and clap along Galloping o’er pebbles to uncertain end Then birds and their homing silhouette, Some low, while some across the sky sail Far and … Continue reading Graceful Night and Day
♪AIASHA THE SINGING BIRD AND HER FRIENDS♫ From where you stand, you would think Aiasha stoops on a scudding ice berg as she sings. Her melodious voice pierces the vault of heavens like the quivering of a violin. She looms, obviously emerging to a clearly sight, and you now just find out she’s leaning on … Continue reading ?aiasha The Singing Bird And Her Friends?
There is a God Why should we inquire what killed the wood weevil when it had chosen to play with fire? Why should we hold on to a culture that keeps dividing us onto a future that has no hope? Thus, when the gods turn their backs, the vultures make their nests at the feet … Continue reading The Last Carver