A poem about the senses, the brain, and processing an action.

A poem exploring the aging of the soul, mortality, the indifference of time, and the judgement of others, weighed against poor decisions made in youth and the pursuit of vanity.

Somebody needs to start caring about the choices we make and the actions we take. Our choices and actions may seem harmless and directed at nobody in particular, but everybody is paying for it – you, me, everybody…

Anger is an affliction of epidemic proportion. But, do we use it as a shield to protect us from the world? And life?

Madam on one side or
Sahib on the other.

Two way traffic.

Be the light in a tunnel of darkness.

The admin team at triond are often apparently incapable of dealing with site problems, as the current situation clearly displays.

To he.

An irrational buldozer of rushing thoughts, in a poetical expression.