Author Archives: montecyril

This is no world for the hollowed-out tree  that flies in spirit and its roots believe  that it can walk the universe; so, it can see  with God’s weeping eye when justice flees  This is no time for the broken little wing  to stop saying: ridiculous is everything  Yes, flight is still possible, and theContinue reading “This is no world…: A poem “

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 “