A Pegasus perplexus 

A zebra, made to stand out, forever wild and free. It seeks to rid itself of those that would ride on its back. It strives to know it’s stripes, not to earn them… For with that wisdom comes a new genesis of elegance, the birth of the peagusus. Made to fly high above life’s perplexus…controllingContinue reading “A Pegasus perplexus “

Fake flowers 

Dear inventor of fake flowers, why? I understand that maybe you just wanted to capture beauty and keep it forever, but don’t you let people believe that looks will last. Didn’t you realise that there is beauty in aging, that there is character to the bunch with a few wilting stems? You can’t trick meContinue reading “Fake flowers “

why she hid

she hid her face, though she was niether timid nor ashamed… niether was she meek,  nor tame… she felt there was a lot more to her picture than just the frame… there was nothing to hide, but so much more to see inside… so she hid the face she had, beacasue… she felt she wasContinue reading “why she hid”

Beautiful Struggle

so much beauty…you would struggle to see, but be left in awe once you saw it… I watched myself profit from my plummet… Encouraged  by contagiously courageous condemnation,  inspired by painstakingly painful perspicacity… What gave me the audacity, to stay, to face it… I had to face it, I could never escape it, through empty glasses,Continue reading “Beautiful Struggle”

Peice of my mind 

The mind; a battle field, for the worrier warrior, who draws the will he wields from his soul sheath, while hiding behind his ego shield. Fighting for a sense of security, defending a feeling of purity, descending and transcending maturity. An odyssey not for the eyes to see, just time zones redefined by a mindContinue reading “Peice of my mind “

Q and I 

Your question; Is to have had and lost, better than not having at all?  My answer;  He who has had and lost has gained perspective, worth more than his initial possession. Regret and loss do not necessarily come hand in hand. Regret is the desire for what could have been, or what was, so it is–mustContinue reading “Q and I “

Reflecting 

Three for two. One for free. Childish deception. Thinking My handwriting Lined lies. Drinking spirits in my sleep,tired of waiting… My Lies outlined. Written in my hands. Waiting to be tired, eating sleep through troubled spirits. Feeling Deceived a child. Two for three.  Free for one.

Coloured 

I was innocent, until you outlawed my existence. I was free of charges, until you put me up for sale.  I was suddenly unwelcome, in your so called home, because I stopped hanging out in your fields.  I had a dream so real, it woke you up, on the wrong side of the bed… You ranContinue reading “Coloured “

Shellfishly

Washed up from my briny deep. You found me at my water front. Your intentions were to capture my impressions,to trade them for your attention, which I unknowingly held for an irksome ransom. You presented my chassis to the masses. like you, they became soaked in knowing my motif. Showboating your bright new bauble, me,Continue reading “Shellfishly”