Naiveté vice, strength and weakness. Affording sustenance to the cruel illusion of could, can, will. Aspirational notions push past – hollow enunciations of practicality in conflict with reality. Ambrosial lies of supremacy obscure common ground as haughty inebriation propels the assembled towards the cathedra – to be seated – as wanton blindnessContinue reading “The poison of naiveté”
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Stones cast…
Those who cast… Dispersions from feigned; opulence. Are just as venomous as those who cast stones from the nether. Copyright © 2015 ShunPwrites. All Rights Reserved.
I am not a writer…
“… writhing in pain …”
A letter of acknowledgement entitled – Momma & Daddy
Momma, Daddy… Nothing is wrong, but the spirit moved me to say. Thank you… For what? For everything… Often, I wake up in the morning and instead of seeing myself in the mirror, I see the both of you and I am inspired. In retrospect I did notice, but I marveled as you both stoodContinue reading “A letter of acknowledgement entitled – Momma & Daddy”
The battle of conquest
Surging tempests of melancholy. Manifested as foil and folly obstacles to conquest. Seeming to suggest. Acquiescence to malfeasance abandonment of invocation as the echoes reverberate shaking foundations of the spirit. As the etheral war of the entities “can” versus “can’t” rages on as they cavil… Adjudication of nothing other than a stark refusal of relinquishing-Continue reading “The battle of conquest”
An excerpt from the chapter – Back of the Class
Teaching has to be one of the most under-appreciated professions. On the other side of the coin you have politicians serving in the U.S Congress collecting 6 figure salaries for doing a negligible amount of work. It would seem that their essential focus is oriented towards raising money, consolidating their power and staying in office.Continue reading “An excerpt from the chapter – Back of the Class”
Finding the Glorious Ones – The Marvelous Mae Francis
There was this perch she inhabited. All of the women in my family had an aura this power that was palpable yet unspoken, it didn’t need to be. Like all of the women in our family you gave off an aura that reeked of authority… of divinity even and although aspired to, I couldn’t reachContinue reading “Finding the Glorious Ones – The Marvelous Mae Francis”
