Time never fails…

I used to flirt with time Finding it anywhere, Plentiful and everywhere Never to be the last time. Now I Continue reading →

A ship and a dream…

A ship thrown in space, fueled by a race, at the dawn of our imagination Catching in its white wake Continue reading →

When you’re not…

In a darkness you believe so bright, When the night’s glare seems so light, You are haunted by screen terrors, Continue reading →

My Monster World

Can there be monsters living In a monstrous world? Would you see them? Would you know them? And if I Continue reading →

Time heal all wounds?

When death comes knocking at your door, Oblivious of your name, You hope that time, Bring comfort sometimes But time Continue reading →

Between use and meaning

You live a useful life, Made of many destinations Reached through paved twin highways, Of Internet gateways, All devoid of Continue reading →

First book: Unraveling the Universal Life Scam

I have published my first book which I always believed would a book about fiction. Well it was non fiction Continue reading →

Forever; your dream has come

Picture from Man-up against suicide exhibition Forever; your dream has come Forever; your dream has come; In the day whispering Continue reading →

OF “THE POOR PLACE IN NATURE.”

If Richard Burton existed today, what would he have answered to the questionable article of Tim Worstall, contributor to the Continue reading →

It is US

It is US  US  is the absolute master of the World of the whole of the internal and external activities Continue reading →

Darkness and Light

Darkness into it, as a moth, I must take flight. A crucible fleeing to make a new alloy of smelting Continue reading →

Feeding the Dog of War

Story reedited. “Why am I here?” “Am I under arrest?” asked the prisoner frantically feeling the weight of the naked Continue reading →

To Be or Not to Be

One morning, awoke Jean Pierre, While looking in the mirror, he cried out: “My God, I’m losing all of my Continue reading →

Not a bug splat

With a cup of joe in hand He’s got a job to do and It’s killing time, killing time With Continue reading →

Down the Rabbit Hole -or a poetic answer to the Duck Commander

It seems, to me, a vagina – as a man – Would be more desirable than the anus – of Continue reading →