Bewitched Healer 5 of 8

The land lucked a clear vision Ideas passed around Got lost in shitty thoughts Meant to be kept safe and sacred. Neither hope Nor a single ounce of expectation Twiddled the lands, skies, Or shiny textures of foreign intruders. The Healer, Never wanting responsibility Handed powers Of the land and its belongings To the spirits,…

Bewitched Healer 4 of 8

Generations rolled through decades Information concerning trapped spirits Got diluted, In transitional ceremonies performed At the end of a new decade, Depending on intensity of Bright burning beams from the sky ball Measured based on how long it took To burn selected crawling bugs to ashes Rejoicing in liberation, from the jagged land Under strict…

Bewitched Healer 3 of 8

Stubbornness and desires of experimenting Craved deeply in selfish hearts A doomed possibility, Was on a rising horizonColored purple and yellow, a rare mix Unknown in a natural occurrence Less care, spirit controllers offered. A last breath of theirs, initiated trouble on The land left behind with hidden truths Abandoned with words Of fallen spirit…

Bewitched Healer 2 of 8

Members of the land were blinded By shiny textures of intruders Compared to mighty reflections Of the bright burning beams Harshly striking throughout the land Burning comrades, And blossoming plants in their path. Crawling bugs and creatures Never stood a chance The land was over baked and burnt Cracking its surface, into jagged forms Ripping…

Bewitched Healer 1 of 8

Can’t go back where I came from Existing spirits governing the birth place Got freed on a day I escaped Those in charge of the spirits, Lost track on a day Bright burning beams hit a bird Flapping poor beautiful wings in rain Soon after storms seized. Bright burning beams, together with rain Reigned over…

Good Books to Read and Listen To

Pickles of Love by Joseph Batte ISBN: 9781393524472 Audio ISBN: 1987180151 We have been here before, surroundings are familiar. They are crashing flicks of love into pieces. We all know, love is a rugged series of crafty waves, meant to provide calmness. But, but, it resorts to butchering anything alive. Pour yourself a hot cup…

Raveled Nativity: 4 of 4

On an Isle, I was born I ran for miles and hours, it was thrilling An ancestor said, I was a son of a bitch, I liked it A child said, I was Tinkerbell, I felt offended For the devil’s sake, the child was banished And its beaming rays, burnt its natives On an Isle,…

Raveled Nativity: 3 of 4

On an Isle, I was born Its waters, gathered confidence from an atmosphere Down through streets, burning down bushes Bridges built for centuries, got buried Existing homesteads, made history And its beaming rays, burnt its natives On an Isle, I was born Having ambition, was an abomination, and a sin Mystery was never heard of,…

Raveled Nativity: 2 of 4

On an Isle, I was born An elephant totem, I was restrained to Intelligent, strong and loyal, I had to be Spirit heads, in control of a given life Hang besides a famous doited scarecrow And its beaming rays, burnt its natives On an Isle, I was born I could leave anytime, I felt or…

Raveled Nativity: 1 of 4

On an Isle, I was born Deep in a sacred volcanic beautiful cave Buried within everlasting spirit waters of life My soul was planted, in fertile dark thin soils There I lay, waiting for my turn to arrive And its beaming rays, burnt its natives On an Isle, I was born Words and ways of…

Ploughed River City: 8 of 8

Swinging my cerebral cortex, Back and forth, through ravishing dirt Information provided, By the middle-aged man, was very helpful I never had to waste precious time, Sweet talking my way, Through a random lady’s personal space I was down, for whatever he said A life I lived, Had to be kept in constant motion Preventing…

Ploughed River City: 7 of 8

Swinging my cerebral cortex, Back and forth, through ravishing dirt I sneaked into differing cities Not for new beginnings or fresh starts Which many lie themselves into achieving For I, it was all, for a sole purpose of, Appreciating beauty, enticing those cities In those cities, I was no lost stranger Already, I belonged Quick…