Repost in spoken word – “Words of a Melting Candle…”

I woke from a heavy slumber upon being lit again. A mere stub now… That stature and pride of youth gone, but leaving behind like molten wax trickling down my wintry body, the illumination of wisdom that comes with time and a lifetime of service. Would you like to hear a dying light’s flickering words…

COLOUR OF THE SOUL

It’s funny how I’ve never had a conversation as honest, as deep and as “me” as I had, and still do, with my diary- or journal- call it what you will. And it’s funny since that’s not really a conversation; a one-sided one at most.  Any person who ever came as close to being a…

Same ol’

And the day wears on in worn out shoes the wear n' tear of yesterday alone's brand new Damp streets of the night before refuse to bathe in the sun And puddles of the past seem ordinary, not bothersome Another dusty frame above the mantle piece Another fallen one in the pile of autumn leaves…

Walk over the stone wall

I remember that never ending walk over the stone wall Somewhere nigh the border of my country and another one A tall, long, uneven stone wall And blisters on my feet My brothers led the way but they were far ahead A gloomy day, pregnant with moisture As we made our way to the crocodile…

The Old Crowd

Where is the old crowd now? The old poets, those storytellers... Where are they that never took a bow, quiet, sincere, bold creators? Oh, shallow and pretentious these days every Tom, Dick and Harry gallivant the streets! Poetry replaced with hollow syllables and phrase - not dripping with soul as they used to be. I'm…