journey through

Let them not say Who can stand today and make a claim against what I am about to say? Who can stand and proclaim that I am speaking from a tongue oiled in the sweet-smelling perfume of cheap lies? Everybody in the world with eyes has seen, those with ears have heard. Those living in the hills have been told and those deep in the valleys have heard the yarns spin to their satisfaction, so let them not say I was never there for you. Wasn’t I the one who taught you to believe when you were giving up on love? Wasn’t I there to talk you into walking the path of pink hearts and red roses when you felt used and trodden down? I don’t regret a day, I don’t regret a moment. I don’t regret the many hours I had to hold you tight when your body racked with heavy sobs, and the countless songs I had to sing so you could learn to smile again. It took many hours of day, bruised faith and crippled trust but from the ashes of self pity rose a seed of purity and beauty unmatched. The spirit of re...

Let them not say Who can stand today and make a claim against what I am about to say? Who can stand and proclaim that I am speaking from a tongue oiled in the sweet-smelling perfume of cheap lies? Everybody in the world with eyes has seen, those with ears have heard. Those living in the hills have been told and those deep in the valleys have heard the yarns spin to their satisfaction, so let them not say I was never there for you. Wasn’t I the one who taught you to believe when you were giving up on love? Wasn’t I there to talk you into walking the path of pink hearts and red roses when you felt used and trodden down? I don’t regret a day, I don’t regret a moment. I don’t regret the many hours I had to hold you tight when your body racked with heavy sobs, and the countless songs I had to sing so you could learn to smile again. It took many hours of day, bruised faith and crippled trust but from the ashes of self pity rose a seed of purity and beauty unmatched. The spirit of re...

How many wars have we fought? How many bitter words have we exchanged? Some days we make each other so mad we don’t want to ever talk but when evening comes we choose to forget the bitter moments and remember the joy in what we have. Dreams are what can describe what is there between us. We are driven by our daydreams, of many children, a simple house, a simple car and a simple life. Hope, you said will take us till the end. The need to hold on when we feel like we should let go and the will to wake up and try again when we hit the ground is what will make us go stronger. Love, you said is not that which makes you smile every day of your life but that whose memories make you feel like crying and starting over again. You said impossibilities are just a big word and mountains just small hills when we believe. You told me it was not about hiding behind the cloak of the beautiful but being open about the ugly that succumbs us bit by bit. It doesn’t need a boiler room and a whole bun...

Hunter’s choice They sit every evening when the sun is setting, to feast on venison, to guzzle beer and to banter, just the two of them. The day has been good, the gazelle hunter has found a trail and the lion hunter a pride. “I told the lions today to trust me and I would herd the gazelles their side and so they rescinded their claws”, says one with a hearty laughter and takes a sip from his giant beer mug. “I told the gazelles I was the messiah, leading them to a place where lions would never find them and they lowered their horns,” said the other and a raucous laughter erupts. “It is a small jungle so they shall run into either you or me. Don’t blow our cover, don’t let them know we have a kinship for they sure shall turn and tear us to blood and pulp. When we meet slap my face or shoot my behind, fight one or two lions and I will clobber your gazelles. Hurl abuses at me and go the opposite direction.” “And you, stir a war among your ranks, be the rat, bite while sm...