Ishaisms, Poetry

SOMETHING ELSE

There are millions you meet in your short stay, here in this mortal world - yet something in particular do you in them, find to love. It’s not beauty, not compassion, no not kindness either - it’s something else you love… Something there are no words to paint a picture with; something immeasurable in worth.… Continue reading SOMETHING ELSE

Ishaisms, Poetry

ALL THAT WE’VE LEFT BEHIND

Respite, that and that alone is what now I crave, to escape and fly, unnoticed, invisible, before I reach my grave. I have for too, too long now, sung this, my serenade, to the Ideal World, unto which I shall take that leap of faith. But wait, what if it doesn’t exist? It surely must,… Continue reading ALL THAT WE’VE LEFT BEHIND