Respect the hustle, respect the skill that is built up through habit, respect the patience, respect the consistency, respect the sweat but don’t respect the talent, it’s god given. It’s like good-looks; it’s handed down to you-what you make out of it, is maybe* up to you. But respect the…

when my world is burning a silent mourning weeps my soul to a stone-made stone wishing it was all a passing wish but all a dream away thrown when my world is burning i wonder where will be our next have, our easy shelter hard-skinned cavern- is it the soul…

Yesterday i woke up heard the birds singing i said whatchup with you whats going on in your mind little bird friend whats the wind is saying to your ears i want to hear too i’ve got no wings to fly nor the beaks to sing but i can change…

when i see the tower of a chapel, set before the sun and the hazy hills I can no longer think about my problems I feel They no longer have the right to reside here I feel I can no longer be troubled I say to myself I can no…

Poem — But what happened to magnolias You were so keen to smell on your way to work Have you needed to change the tires of your car? …

Don't you know my child There are others outside No need to decide Which way left or right You can go ahead on your way No need to think you are wrong My child, my child, my child, my child No need to change your ways You are beautiful as you are…

Poem — I am no longer a teenager I haven’t been one for a while. I’m 23 of ages now and for the last 4 years I have been something else than a teenager. I think I may have been a young-adult. Although my teenage hood has been over The same struggle keeps haunting me. And I have more…