Spirit of purpose: A poem 

My hopes like bodies on fire  lost to the world; but inspire  communion with the abstract; like a sky  that dies its death, presuming sunrise  A phoenix is a myth that survives  like a ghost, in imagination, what courage revives  And a life is not wasted; even if unsuccessful  Its story is a legacy for the soulful  ItContinue reading “Spirit of purpose: A poem “

`Ere he was Atlas: A poem 

The diamonds shine for him  He doesn’t count them on his chest  He is too busy lifting  There is Paradise in the gifting!  even if eternity is duty  Everybody is skywalking  But they can all do the talking  He bears the burden; silence never breaking  He bears a burden never forsaking  Is Jupiter the saviour calling?  Is the wall betweenContinue reading “`Ere he was Atlas: A poem “

`Ere I was Apollo: A poem 

You can’t tell him there are more than twelve  on his coat of arms  He has them all written down on the lines of his palms  How did Olympus rue the lost sun?  He shone brightly, but how he was undone  What is treachery in aeons?  Sacrifice is worth more than it by many billions!  The eclipse is ill-begotten elliptical Continue reading “`Ere I was Apollo: A poem “