“I count myself one of the number of those who write as they learn and learn as they write.” -Augustine
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Thank you for stopping by and visiting my blog! It is still a work in progress as you may have noticed, but I hope you enjoy some of the works that I have written so far. This blog is dedicated to my writing craft and the pursuit of knowledge from the world around us.
Poetry
“Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.” -Rumi
History
“A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a tree without roots.” –Marcus Garvey
Knowledge
“Humility is the beginning of true intelligence.” -John Calvin
Age Has Not Made Me Wise
The more I’ve grown in years, the more aware my stupidities are. Let not such words fool thee as an act of humility. I’ve grown weaker and solidified in my twisted ways. Unable to change. Pathetic. I’ve turned cries of sorrow into laughter. Pain into pleasure. Corruption into perfection. I’ve turned a blind eye to…
Letter from the Vanquished
My heart is weary and the mind stained with fears.Everlasting that old and new souls clash on the Field of Tears. All are crushed beneath the hooves of time.Regardless the strength in virtue, nor the extent of inquity,not one will survive this mighty charge before the eye. Thou art foolish.Absurd.Arrogant.To believe thine earthly image will…
Songs of Reflection: Sacrarium
Golden Rays touch the height of pines and the lowest tidesSpreading beyond the Sanctum of where I wish to dwellWherefore I may be comforted and purifiedHow delightful is your Profession, O’ LordHow bountiful is thy MercyHow great is thy MajestyFor as the birds observe thine Glory most infinite For which You reside among the trees and…
Songs of Reflection: My Fallen Council
Find myself drowning in iniquitiesCan’t help but hear out the Demons who speak of my fallaciesEvery hour under the SunEvery walk under the MoonI pray for the day of tranquility’Look at you’, says they’Set in your ways- sins on repeat’And they’re rightThe lies I convey to my soul and fellow manThe “good deeds” for self-serviceThe…
Songs of Reflection: A Sinner’s Plea
Forgive me, O’ Lord For I am wretched. My soul is tainted from all iniquities. I had called you Father. I favored thee as the Savior, and King above all. Yet I denied thee. I had committed a most treacherous sin. Spitting upon your Holiness in the most trialed hour. My bones are twisted, and…
A Letter of Tears to Pashto افغانستان (Afghanistan)
Beloved of Afghanistan, Remember the days of sun and stars O’ descendants of sorrow. Another dark age is passing, For better or worse, Your hearts are locked in fear. I pray that I could do more to ease your pains; To be present among you. To care for the old and frail To wipe away…
“I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.”
— Anne Frankne
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