Songs of open heaven
Springs well up in the desert
Nourish refreshing
Secure paths carved from impossibility
Lights on
Magnificent grandeur
Gravity has no pull Continue reading “LIKE THE DAZZLE OF WI-FI SPOT”
TRIBUTARIES
Like the maneuver of the eagle in the sky
Slither of the snake on a rock
Ship’s course on high seas
Like the mystery of a man
And his maiden
Nile speeding past
Urgent summons in heed
The tributaries stretch and wind
From source to source
Ultimate destination Continue reading “TRIBUTARIES”
THE ROYAL MOTORCADE!
Elaborate
Multi-unit
Like a sole car it rolls forward
Top notch
Anti-gravity
Accelerating
Toward culmination
End of age
Spectacular
Elation in behold
Flags wave buoyantly in full salute
Anthem rumbling
Under streams divine breeze
On schedule
CARDINAL
Apex reminiscing essence
Captured way up where it all climaxes
Glamour sparkling
Awe beyond description
Depth of the deep Continue reading “CARDINAL”
POSTERIOR
Akin mystery of the screen saver
The posterior draws nigh
You know there is accompanying rich dew behind the nimbus
In spite of vivid contrast in state
You just can’t miss it in discernment
Posterior
Dawning
THE TEMPLATE ENIGMA
What a moment…when reality and fiction meet at the inevitable momentous arena of decision…more amazingly when office and function clash on impact before the priority trail of the spectacle of the Nations. You neither want to be caught in the cross fire, nor appear on the wrong side of the equation. It is the ultimate litmus test, when fine-tuned distinctions must be made within the scale, such as exists between Fear and Faith… Continue reading “THE TEMPLATE ENIGMA”
WITH A TOUCH OF THE HUNGRY RED DRAGON!
The Grand finale… continued from last week’s “The Sons o Balaam”
He encircled his lucrative target one more time spreading over the expansive plain and came descending upon the unsuspecting kindred, ready to unleash terror from all faculties. His indicators confirmed the landmine was in place. There was not a chance for escape, even for the luckiest. This would be the day truth is wiped off the map of the world. Maybe he had something to be proud of after all. Maybe he was really at the verge of making history. Maybe it was worth the carrot or the carrot worth the effort, he thought to himself as he lowered his thumb on the detonator,his face displaying great anticipation.
“Your long miserable trek just got nastier folks!” He sarcastically muttered to himself. Continue reading “WITH A TOUCH OF THE HUNGRY RED DRAGON!”
THE SONS OF BALAAM
Continued from last week’s Land Mine of the Great Trek…
It’s been said unlike poles attract. As the luminary flew his jet over the plain there was no doubt in his mind he represented an extreme contrast to the kindred underneath. The thought their identity would ultimately take dominion over the earth gave him a strongly repulsive churn in his stomach laced with monumental proportions of anger. As he casually glanced over the detonator, he knew he had turned into a different person. He knew he was doing the wrong thing. But then it’s whom he had become! How could he be so wrong yet feel so right? For he found himself knowing one thing yet by contrast doing a different one all together, this with a guarded eerie sense of ease. Continue reading “THE SONS OF BALAAM”
CRY OF THE HUNTED
Some things just never change! It’s probably a proverb worthy of reflection that old habits die hard. From a layman’s point of view to the rocket scientist’s interpretation, some element of undisputed truth dwells in there. There exists a silent line in the broad scheme of things. A defining boundary beyond which self subtly and definitively translates to divine, almost with a tone of finality…fatally so. In tension filled successive sweeping waves characteristic of the self destruct, moments tick by. As sure as the sunset, it is only a matter of time! Always. Continue reading “CRY OF THE HUNTED”
The Blazing Trail 