Cowards who fight

Originally posted on The World of Momus:
And so I see them killing and hunting, Crying for blood of those they know not of, And I see them howling and growling, Spitting on the fates of those they care not of, Vicious eyes and ferocious heart they carry, No reason they have to slaughter so…

Second Novel

Just finished writing the first chapter of my second novel. I have no idea what it is about, but hopefully it will be something interesting. Let’s see how long it takes me to finish this one.

The Curse of Humanity

Under this big blue sky with the sun shimmering down on the clear flowing water of the ever lasting rivers sprouting from the chasm of colossal mountains I sit at the edge of imagination dangling my feet by the great oak tree And I see, and I think, and I feel, the world is beautiful…


Originally posted on Another Wandering Soul:
a thin, red line hides |in|sanity — just to paper-cut those strands of hope when you stray too far. never will you notice the sharp sting of heartbreak when you are used to the shards & the echo of your footsteps will not seem less hollow on this side…

Thinking aloud

Silence … I should try it someday, But for now I will just keep my mouth shut.

Quote of the day

I think as I feel and I feel as I think as would anyone if they understood the essence of their being.

Thought of the day

Originally posted on The World of Momus:
Variations of mental awareness within oneself limits their ability to deliver a truer prognosis of emotional confession – the one who delivers never has full control over their limitations and the one who receives does not understand the limitations of the deliverer. As the one who delivers struggles…

I refuse to hope

Originally posted on The World of Momus:
They tell me there is a light at the end of the tunnel I fail to see it but I agree in kind Maybe they need to see it to hope for better But for all that its worth I rather create my own light or darkness I…

Contradictory Existence

Originally posted on The World of Momus:
I am not as you think of me to be And I am not as you may know me to be I am not even as I think or know myself to be I am what my conscience stops me to be.

Digging my own grave

I wonder what will it take for people to wake from their conscious slumber I ponder as I take a break From digging my own grave.

Thought of the day

The world is a mystery if you wish to solve it A tragedy if you want to observe it And a haven for Gods if you are blind enough to ignore it.

Stoned Love by Ian Patrick

Strangest thing happened today, as I was going through on Kindle looking for books to read I chanced upon Ian Patrick, and was reading the description – as you do before buying anything. At the same moment – a friend of mine commented on a facebook page. Well I should say Ian Patrick commented on…

Autumns Coming

Originally posted on BY THE LEFT HAND…:
Fine drizzle spews; autumns approaching rain. Evening light retires, gone, is summers gain. Season fast now coming, and you are in its path. Watch as colours form, from ash of summers past. Trees surrender dignity, howling in ice kiss. Creatures take their habit; such winds, long to miss.…


Originally posted on ELLEGUYENCE:
A border drawn down my spine of believing in me and believing others If we were put here to compete against our neighbour it’s no wonder my fists are callused and yet I still feel defeated Your achievements are not my shortcomings I’ve spent my whole life envying strong women until…

What do the blind see?

I look around me and I see, confused eyes looking back at me, And when my eyes meet theirs, I look at them and I ask, What do the blind see?

The Silent Betrayal

Got the paperback version of my book delivered today. Really good quality. Amazon has done a brilliant job. Hope everyone likes it.

The sea of complex miseries

Originally posted on The World of Momus:
And in the depths of a dying sea, I come across a grotesque being, wise in a sense forgotten, horrible wonderment it proclaimed to be, I ask it in silence, extremely cautiously, and it replies back to me, bewildering my perceived sanity, as I look at it swimming…

A toxic essence of me

Originally posted on The World of Momus:
How long will you continue to be? A toxic essence of me, condemning me to a fate, that neither of us would have wanted for me. Leave me be, you who live inside of me, let me ponder in peace, for tomorrow, may not be a tomorrow that…

A lost feeling

Originally posted on The World of Momus:
I feel as if a feeling has been taken away from me, locked up in a cage somewhere without my knowledge hidden somewhere in the dungeons of despair, I do not know what is that feeling because I do not think I have ever known it, And now…