A poem describing the crippling sensation of being trapped by the scourge that is Depression.

A poem on inner beauty.

This piece is about how we must change the ways we do things– how we must adapt– at unprecedented speeds and create/accept new memes that allow for human experience as multi-task oriented as we all must be to stay in the pack. Yesterday’s truth is history.

Hypocrite.

Many times, the mind is bedeviled with a whole lot of stuff running through it demanding for attention, and all that. Sometimes, we just find it difficult to recall what we are really thinking. This poem hits it!! Enjoy.

Hypocrite.

The heart, the soul, the mind.

Poem.

A poem for and of the mind…..

I’m going through my notebook(s)…..finding things I haven’t yet posted….and posting them.