Who am I & What is My Purpose?

I am a soul on a missionlooking for fertile spaceto plant authenticitywatch it become an individualI may or may not knowleverage freedom to chooseto rewrite, to reconstructtill the final shape is once againJust Me.. W3 PROMPT #102

The Stranger’s Face

an unusual shapepeeks through cloudsin unnamed colourswithout a sound Is it an alien taking stockof conquerable planets?Or a form of Godafraid of facing worldsdeemed to be his creation?so unrecognisable nowthis is not how it was plannedthis is not what it wasmeant to be clouds part to give wayto unknown artbefore the raindrops falland sing a … Continue reading The Stranger’s Face

Samson and Delilah

stung by betrayal, weak in defeatout of the strong came something sweetnever shall I love again, said Heinstead, grow less, but defiantly No more love, nothing to losetrue art does not need a muse.He raised his sword and challenged again.The victory was his – come sun or rain. But let this not be a tale … Continue reading Samson and Delilah

Back to the soil

How was life in the temple?She asks wistfullyAll fragrances, bells, candlesand deep devotion… he replies She looks at her wilted formand exclaims … I adorned a lifeless bodygathered tears and prayersand nothing more… the third one steps out of a pageantI decorated a beauty queen, she saysBut believe me, guys, if you mayIt’s all the … Continue reading Back to the soil

Childhood

when leaping into the future felt so good,embracing the unknown with open arms,leaving behind what once was understood,embracing new beginnings, new charms. embracing the unknown with open arms,the thrill of possibilities untold,embracing new beginnings, new charms,eagerly into the future, I behold. the thrill of possibilities untold,exploring paths yet to be unveiled,eagerly into the future, I … Continue reading Childhood

Mirrors

Despite the shineI blacken my behindto enable reflection I’m not the internetyet – a storehouseof veritable information your myriad formsand secretslocked insideI stay preparedto reflect allwho face mefrom the frontor just glide Why am I afraidof being stabbed in the back?a human may wantto delete the unpalatableunable to digestdifferencesbetween fact and fable -such are human … Continue reading Mirrors

Universal

stars are notaliensthey beckonall humans hold my handOh, Comet!Release mefrom planet the greatestadventureawaits insky azure many moregalaxiesfriends to meetlearn to speak languages-expand soulenergy-become whole W3 Prompt #94

Totally free?

Celebrate life; while it is freeask the roots that support a treehungry for freedom; but earth-boundthey hold on, the globe moves roundwho buried them, hope not you or me branches sway, leaves fall silentlybirds fly across the sky valiantlywhat goes around comes aroundCelebrate life; Don’t ask- to be or not to be?find meaning – in … Continue reading Totally free?

Dynamism

When Facebook throws memories at herjammed sensibilities; she fails to recognizethose faces or moments; those are memoirsof a stranger, she does not know, a personshe would be ashamed of being if thoseare true and not virtual or augmented realitywhy would anyone want to make albumsthat insist on continuity – why would anyonesacrifice the freedom to … Continue reading Dynamism