Posts Tagged: lucid

Questions of Love


Why is it you don’t just speak of what’s on your mind?, Can’t you see the further we drift the greater the rift creates a bigger divide… What is it you see or have as expectations of me?, where we

Questions of Love


Why is it you don’t just speak of what’s on your mind?, Can’t you see the further we drift the greater the rift creates a bigger divide… What is it you see or have as expectations of me?, where we

Loves lobes


Speak to me of love that hasn’t been steeped in mumpsimus, a love that dwells constantly in the narrative of evolution…  Speak to me as though i were a stranger that gives you uncomfortable ease… Show me the delectable demure

Loves lobes


Speak to me of love that hasn’t been steeped in mumpsimus, a love that dwells constantly in the narrative of evolution…  Speak to me as though i were a stranger that gives you uncomfortable ease… Show me the delectable demure

Still Reflection: Warm Hues

Still Reflection: Warm Hues


Warm Hues This is part of the “Still reflection” Series… Taken In Battersea Park

Still Reflection: Warm Hues

Still Reflection: Warm Hues


Warm Hues This is part of the “Still reflection” Series… Taken In Battersea Park

Introspectively Inspired: 5 of 5 | …Forgetting me


  One day it’s about the intensity of essences moment, the next it’s about mixed messages made from uncomfortable energies. The asthmatic approach to filtering truths and filleting tales to be captured in the best light hastily added with the

Introspectively Inspired: 5 of 5 | …Forgetting me


  One day it’s about the intensity of essences moment, the next it’s about mixed messages made from uncomfortable energies. The asthmatic approach to filtering truths and filleting tales to be captured in the best light hastily added with the

Gratitude: Alive and Thankful…


  So I’m Alive and Thankful   as sound bends in our utterance of banal gestures and enquiries we determine the grey lucidity of our lives encounters unwittingly our posthumous agenda to allow our betrayed quotas some breath decipher the

Gratitude: Alive and Thankful…


  So I’m Alive and Thankful   as sound bends in our utterance of banal gestures and enquiries we determine the grey lucidity of our lives encounters unwittingly our posthumous agenda to allow our betrayed quotas some breath decipher the

Space: Limbo


  It’s okay to be in limbo. Exploring the triumphs and failures… which left you aghast! Pioneering and probing the consciousness of roles. The palmed out fates and destinies with uncertain retribution Sipping the inexcusable misfortunes of “sliding doors” situations

Space: Limbo


  It’s okay to be in limbo. Exploring the triumphs and failures… which left you aghast! Pioneering and probing the consciousness of roles. The palmed out fates and destinies with uncertain retribution Sipping the inexcusable misfortunes of “sliding doors” situations

Love poem?


  This is not a love Poem. Let me approach you back to front. To oppose the conventional We cremated now we call, a finished relationship broken and mauled. Eloquence in the deceit left me paging desire. Truth being the

Love poem?


  This is not a love Poem. Let me approach you back to front. To oppose the conventional We cremated now we call, a finished relationship broken and mauled. Eloquence in the deceit left me paging desire. Truth being the