Ishaisms, Poetry

The Proud Rose

The Proud Rose I water the proud rose and lift her spirits in songs of golden skies, of admiring eyes, of fragrant tomorrows that will blossom bidding budding pasts their goodbyes! The rose blushes, in aurora pride beaming at her charming reflection upon the dew; and drawing her petals ever so delicately, turns away to… Continue reading The Proud Rose

Creative Writing, Ishaisms

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… Continue reading Words of a Melting Candle…


To his other muses, a poem in spoken word

Spoken word poetry Say what you will of your claim upon himhe knows who stirs him mostMountains may send many streams to the seaBut the icy wind turns them to frostOnly the true river runs the coursethat the mouth of the ocean does kissAnd birthing together, a thousand wordsboth, a deluge of verses do singHer… Continue reading To his other muses, a poem in spoken word

Ishaisms, spoken word

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… Continue reading The Wild Woods (re-post in spoken word)