Me myself and I · poetry

Black bird…

. Black bird, Whenever you sing… My heart beats faster And I am longing For the brush of your feathers On my ivory skin Black bird, Whenever you sing. You whisper To my sleep-lacking ears, Tickling my secret desires Just as you fuel up my fears. In the end, with you My odds are thin.…… Continue reading Black bird…

Blogging · Fiction · music · Second chance · stories

The hermit – part 2 (July 14th FFF)

I was invited (well, not personally, but still) to Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided…… Continue reading The hermit – part 2 (July 14th FFF)

After Eight Moment · Blogging · Me myself and I · Montreal · poetry · short · Thoughts

After Eight Moments…

  .   I fear not the dark,Shadows make the best backdrops For lonely thoughts…    . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Eerie building by a railroad in the middle of the night. Safe spot? Maybe not, but I lived…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…

Blogging · Me myself and I · Opinion · poetry · Thoughts

Now!

. Here’s a plea to all of Our leaders… Hear us, simple people. Listen to us, Man up, And end this absurd Mental torture. Now! Put your foot down, And muzzle The tyranny. Now! We’ve elected you. Prove to us that Democracy does work! We don’t need More deaths, We don’t need More fear. Act…… Continue reading Now!

Blogging · poetry · Thoughts

At a crossroad…

. Whenever you find Yourself at a crossroad, Remember to trust Your soft inner voice… Because, In the end There really is No bad choice. The only way You could possibly Manage to make The wrong move, Is if fear Muzzles you into Refusing To choose… .

Blogging · I love you · Me myself and I · Thoughts

Immortal…

. A lot of people fear death… They are afraid to disappear. The thought of getting forgotten makes them shiver, and they shake before the inevitable finality of death. It is sad, really. If you live your life in the shadow of your unknown expiration date, is it worth living anyway? But Love, you don’t…… Continue reading Immortal…