The Correspondence

From me to God: Dear God, good dayWhy do I feel like you slept last night?While I slept, as the manner of men is,did you also lay down to sleep?It’s […]

i am a poet

An archaeologist is the best husband any woman can have; the older she gets, the more interested he is in her.


Reflecting on the birth of Christ, the reason he came and what doom awaits whoever treats his love like a piece of rag, I prayed to not be found among them who refused the dawn he brought with him – salvation. May I be not among those who was opposed the glowing grace of the son of God.


as the holidays approach,
and we chorus noels in church
let us remember the reason
for this festive season

Don’t Scorn Love

If you had been where I have been in the strange land accursed,
And you had seen what I have seen,
You would not laugh at love.


Which tenure, believed, this martyr
the one, which seeks, the masses’ window and backdoor
entry, to die for?

Deep, a poem

Deep, a poem talks about the dept of being the same and changed and the dept of being what makes us decay.

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