Killer Boy Long live Islam! As if he cared. As if he knew what it was. For the glory of Allah! Who’s tha… The boy’s just in for the kill.
The sun with its searing smile had melted away the cold darkness that covered up the rubble that was once magnificent temples erected from the sweat of pride. Each structure represente...
Mother Nature, a fine lady of beauty, majesty, generosity, heroism, charity, kindness, patien… living within a view of the outskirts of heaven,
Fragments of lower heaven flying i… from the attic of the upward skies… ivory chunks of feathery velvet da… with the December winds in rhythm with the overbearing bre…
Rhythmic waves dashing crashing, expanded ripples racing from the c… Poseidon blowing out his despotic… mountains of waters in their unres… lines of ivory steel in unison,
Like wild animals, they encircle their cages looking for an opening to run free again. In their dreams, they are roaming through the forests and plains, but their spirits are still imp...
The time had finally arrived when the moon was no longer a romantic dream, but only a sphere of ugly cragged rocks clinging onto it, devoid of any exotic imaginaries. Earth was no lon...
Shades of green and moods obscure, The greenest is in the shaky futur… She jumps from one bed to another To find the right shade from each… The grass is greener on the other…
The other day while scratching my back, I came up with a brilliant observation. Since Michael Strahan scratches his back, he does the same thing I do. We must be of the same mold; broth...
Poetry reaches its dreaded end when love becomes a grouping of letters, i.e., l-o-v-e, and not a spiritual phenomenon that alters the chemistry of the human heart and parts the clouded ...
Tilly was feeling rather glum at the office one day. She felt lonely and wished that someone would desire her. She had her eye on Sam who was about the same age and single. One day, bef...
Nature’s Mercy Frozen tears lay On the branches Praying for Nature’s Mercy to appear
I am made of wood. I lie down under an assortment of bodies. Some are nervous, some are scared, and some are demonstrative. I love the feeling of ballet dancers, because they are gra...
I was invited to my high school’s twentieth year reunion. I haven’t been back to my former school since then, and was anxious to see my old friends, especially Jim who I grew up with. ...
Hallowed be the fragile space that dwells between man and wife. It is God’s blessing that holds the wisdom of all creation. It is a flame that ignites a lover’s kiss. It is beauty tha...