The Revolution will not be Televised.


If I go to bed tonight, what will I wake up to. If I slide away into a world of dreams, which step will i shoe. The changes we seek, the paths we lay, the contrast of meek, the wraths our way, which pore shall lead us astray. If we decide on what tomorrow shall […]

the Edge of my Desire


the Edge of my Desire.

Beautiful Lie (Pt.2)


  He hits the sofa with a sigh and a back pocket of a couple grand Can’t trust a bank, so his vault is a rubber-band He reclines, just to glimpse her in the kitchen What a view, the last thing on his mind is the chicken   The life he’s chosen has a subtle line Every other day his […]

A Writer’s Writer


She’s a writer’s writer, but never is she a biter She’s a complex-thought-machine; like a cypher But her metaphors are a better decypher Don’t read too close, you might end up a disciple Her words are a slide-show in slow-motion Wrangling a blur with a perfect motion Like high-tides from the stillest oceans Evacuate, cos […]

the Edge of my Desire


The swirls and tumbles in my mind is often clouded Clouded with ‘wants’ or ‘needs’ I really can’t put a finger on Creative aspirations constantly linger on I learnt early, that finesse, not power, moves mountains I have since longed for that spring of the finest finesse-fountain Still hard to come by My sub-conscious is […]