The Trial of the Heart

The heart was tried for feeling, the heart was accused of late healing, The heart had nothing to say in defense, for the heart had never known any pretense... The judges were the minds of those, who'd crushed their own hearts like a frail rose, who were devoid of any honest expression, yet adept in…

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The Wild Woods (re-post in spoken word)

Don’t dare to delve so deep, dear child, into the dark woods that you cannot find your way back… The woods are green and glorious, yes, but the woods are grim and ghastly too. The tenacious woods will trap you within themselves, closing in on you, climbing up your very toes, causing you to tumble…

Musings of an Old Soul

My soul is made of memories as intricate as the stars; there's no emotion I haven't felt before, no trade I haven't learnt by heart. There are places I've visited in lifetimes long ago - pictures of Greece and Egypt and Rome, are not mere pictures to me anymore. That's how I know I've known…

The Sweet Music…

Let us hide underneath the naive leaves that cloud canopy-like above us; let innocent birds call out to the streams that flow all wise, flanked by bushes... Tell me, can you hear the sweet music? There's no need to fall in line with what's been - let the magic of the forbidden set you free;…