The Waves of Hope

The waves of hope Hitting the shores Just slightly nagging But their splashing is healing. Their every little drop Purifies. And with every heart beat We are living again. Every moment is a renewal Every second is a chance To grab life by its tail And climb bravely to its head. Holding on to its

Modern manhood: or how the King became the Happy Fool

Once upon a time there was a tree that bore a strange fruit. The fruit that almost looked like the tree but not exactly. It wrapped itself around the tree and slowly started sliding down. As it descended lower and lower, the more ripe it became. Until one day it freed itself from the tree