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

Joshua Tree (my favorite place in the whole world)

I look at you How tall and green Alone you stand. And I wonder truly How is it to be you? To watch so many Days and nights go by Like a silent witness. Witness to the land Of an indescribable beauty. Where everything Has its own place. Seemingly peaceful Seemingly the same Yet if

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

Angel of Love

She was very quiet Like a starry winter sky Yet her eyes would glitter Even when she would be shy. In her chest was fire And there’s still its burning flame Unextinguished desire To play this neverending game. Her garden was full of color Many parties in her home Indefinite desire To find a peaceful