Who could have known that this was the year of reckoning? That its blank pages would fill with the battle of death and courage? That the voices of all our ancestors would start to paint the picture in part while... Continue Reading →
A pregnant world screams as empathy rides through cities buoyed by indignation while ignoring sophistication and savoir faire A heavy world screams as her labour groans cause scales to fall away from blinded eyes unstopping ears along the way An... Continue Reading →
the tv has been cruel to me lately, with more and more bad news about the countless souls who have departed in droves in torrents leaving behind a deluge of grief and sorrow Pushing the living into an abyss of... Continue Reading →
Where are the poets when you need them? Where are the wordsmiths that cry out across the space-time continuum from the future to the present in the market square in the town halls outside places of worship in the middle of the street?... Continue Reading →
I search for truth.... under a mountain of words so densely packed as to shut daylight out so precariously perched.... and as unsteady as the weaving drunk -as though resting on a foundation more of sand than of rock ©Vivian... Continue Reading →
The source of inspiration for this piece was the preponderance of fake news, lies, gossip and the like. They never last, as truth ultimately outs itself. However, while these negative elements rage, with much drama, they insist on infecting every... Continue Reading →
In a world where the outer is more relevant than the inner where promises are only as strong as the breath they float on Is it then any wonder that the masses wander - oblivious to the loss of their... Continue Reading →
To those who have been promised tomorrow and throw caution to the wind today and have not learned the lessons of yesterday How do you do it? For those who have hidden their nightmares better than others -leaving them free... Continue Reading →
. "The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." -Nelson Mandela Though the graveyards are full and the city dumps are full and my mind is so full that thoughts cause... Continue Reading →
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