Open up your heart, because here is red and dark like darkness. Open up your heart, scream and let the ocean of your tears drown your feet. How to become two things that makes you one, To become two other

.... As I have been free from the touch of the dawn tonight I will kiss and caress the feeling of pain and guilt munching my breath bye. ..... As I have touched, crawled my fingers on the spine of fortune,

The wind blew hard, it had been blowing so hard this days, and all had become restless in its wake, it always whispered something to the trees, it said an adventure was about to begin, and for the very

Whenever I find myself alone, when the night is consolidated and heavy And my meditations carry me across the briny deep, flying like in a movie And I discover my body on a strange island, with a glamorous

source Hannah is still with no child, yet her countenance is no more sad. The disciples are without their Lord, yet tranquil in the upper room. Abraham is without Isaac, yet calm in the promises of God.

There are those who keep saying faith makes works meaningless And that grace in the new testament means the Law is of no consequence. They speak as though they do not know the difference between dead works

Let us tell the tale Of our forefathers: That passed over seas That jumped seven rivers That wore bangles and mantle On their necks jingled On their hooves hooked As bones on dog's neck As fish that ringed

: Old age is golden. It is like a journey, Where you walk your heart , body and soul into, Into the wretched glory of sweetness of time. : "Never tell an aged man, a woman is strange" He has

There are doors I enjoy staring through, yet I will never ever dare enter Charlatan night shine, moments in gloom, all traveling to my heart's center By June inundates and the harmattan breeze in it's

I watched father, from the old grey loavers, as he got into his car, a twenty fourteen range Rover sport. It coughed as the engine geared into life, the second cylinder wasn't firing well, needed a tune

When a moon rises in an empty pocket The eyes would not read well. The blooming of a flower is its beauty, The pitiful one withers. : The naked soil bakes the feet Of what burns the earth is greater than

source I'm a gourd, hold me in your palms while I pour you sweet wine.Take me slowly, a hymn between your lips, sip — fill your throat with this pleasure song & when you taste me — in my liquid state

Home is an oscine bird, Its silent whispers ricochets with sinister foreboding in the chamber of our souls. Our legs have unwillingly learnt to synch with the music of our sobs, Our eyes have become two

photo Before you see a young man that elders are bowing to, check that young man, he is bowing to something greater than they have seen ... Age does not stop the 'honour' sacrifice brings..... Men don't

source When I want to talk to my students and clients about their businesses/brands, one of the first questions I always ask them is this; "What is your business? Tell me about it." I ask because

I once had to make up some designs for Ramadan for clients of the agency I worked with. I have said it here before that when it comes to Islam as a whole and anything about Muslim "ways" I keep

photo This is not an attempt at prescribing doctrine. An humble restatement of scriptures would be an apposite description. Its quite long, but you have reason to read till the end - You will be blessed!

Believers are known today to be very loud, immodest, and worldly in appearance. We copy the world without restraint and without shame. Believers today dress up exactly the way unbelievers dress, and follow

photo Strike the truth by the head Kill it by making it red Take the lies by it tongue Drag it and make it long Even when truth tried to horn It was choked by lies' thorn I’m the truth Dig deep down the

shuttershock A thousand questions run through my bleeding mind to ask you A thousand worries stare me at the face in mockery A thousand thoughts I can't fathom their roots A thousand queries too big for