Author Archives: montecyril

I could feel the wind of summer sky  burn me like a fire. And I was burning  with hope, touching clouds of aspirations  A brown earth of perseverance  lay below me; these fields I toiled in  And the wingspread told me: I was born  for greater things. Great people may not find  mention in print, inContinue reading “Icarus, me!: A poem “

Armistice is dead when agendas cross swords  Hubris must be familiar friend across chessboards  I have no place for detente in my determined walk  Boundaries are always stolen with diplomatic talk  I administer conviction’s concoctions with a mother’s care  I can bely falsehoods’ expectations and always dare  My resolute solitude is a treasure on aContinue reading “The tunnel, the funnel: A poem “

It is the autism of will  I keep turning like a drill  from valley to high hill  always unshackled still  A prison cell can’t discipline me  My convictions are like zebras, free  In the stony passages of Zion  I keep shattering pillars like Samson  I keep churning like earth’s weather  traversing farthest lands  I pirouetteContinue reading “I keep burning: A poem “