A wild door, a shadow of a door; I see the golden nob, rusty hinges from top to feet With demons and angels on either side Smoke-filled emotions gliding in-between the flat perimeter of its beam “It’s a strange way to walk into”, said HE Though the heart desires and vainly seek to inhabit every … Continue reading Door


Homo sapiens

Chained to life by flavours and varieties The taste of every fresh fruit from Eden. Convulated wild emotions, permutations, cravens distilled on a dry palate, salivating for more. The road wide, uncramped with broken destinations No escape! The frail truth of the man kind.