Ishaisms, Poetry

Sighs

Evening settles in, curtains drawn on charades of everyday nothingness blue specks of sky fade away the wind bows down to the earth slight raindrops play sonatas on roofs of tin. Inspired, I unpack my guitar case and strum it in the silences of my solitude, (a habit, a choice) you don't deserve my music,… Continue reading Sighs

Ishaisms

Method to the Madness

Circuitous these democratic roads of love, broken streets dare not be unveiled; mad spaces gaping wide, a callous yawn in dusty attic reminiscences. Love suffers, dies, breathes its last - (a muffled scream that no one heard) fumes from the nowed coil breaking free in ash and smoke reminiscences. A craft is honed in contemporary… Continue reading Method to the Madness