Do not confuse
your impatience
with eagerness:
it's not worthy
of note-- too wide
is the difference!

Art is every breath, a voice unchained,
a world reborn in hues unnamed.
Each stroke, a story, bold and bright,
each note, a whisper laced with light.

I see in it a boundless space,
where law and rhythm interlace.
A sculptor’s hand, a poet’s mind,
a business woven, well-designed.

For art is more than what we see,
it’s vision wrapped in mystery.
It speaks in colors, moves in sound,
a realm where endless dreams are found.

And in its depths, I carve my way,
where wisdom shapes the night and day.
For art and life, they intertwine,
and in their dance, I make them mine.

The flower needs rest,
so winter tucks it beneath the earth,
letting it sleep until spring.

The sun needs rest,
so the clouds and rain embrace it,
shielding its warmth for another day.

Where would that be ?
You look around suspiciously ,
dubiously .

I asked if there was any prayer in Hell .

Step by step,
no louder than breath—
I walk beside
what isn’t mine to name.

No banners,
no blueprints,
just this sound
of stone learning softness.

You open a window.
I keep the door unlatched.

Let fear finish its echo.
Let the dark chants drift.

Not all ruin is ending.
Some of it
is soil.

I feel sorry for the intolerant
For peanuts taste just great
They've got that indefinable
Extra layer of taste
Especially when they alter them
Salt and vinegar
Sweet chilli
Barbecue
Come on get em down your neck
What's the matter with you?

general certificate of secondary education
so why the hesitation
this generation
can be whatever they wish
if they do themselves a favour
get a grade 5 over 25 papers
because having a gcse
tends to be
the best way to succeed
but if you need
a 5 in maths and english
to get a history degree
whats the point in trying to reach
what you dream to be?