At the horizon…

Maybe the island at the horizon is more peaceful. If I get there, I’ll know the answer. So, I have to reach for my dream.


The Sketch…

honeyed path, their moments are sweet
unmindful of those pauperized ones they see on the street…


by : Bacardi Gold21/Dec/2020 ” If life is harsh on me, i’ll be kinder to other lives…” ______________________________________________________

Haiku #37 – Nightfall

by : Bacardi Gold19/oct/20221 _______________nightfall has arrivedspreading darkness in silenceto spruce up nightmares ________________


…don’t miss those bitter ones that made you cry
lessons were learned from those times gone by

Music I Hear…

…and for a moment i feel free
like a tree i hide under its shade
where my anguish, hurts and gripes fade…


morning meets worries
obstacles, doubts and puzzles
but unexpectedly they meet,
answers and solutions…

Road to infinity

as i walk the road to infinity
where the necropolis
of the known and unknown souls behave…

Inspire Me…

I’m waiting for a spark to strike me to begin a topic of discussion. Something that will ignite my mind and feelings to write. It hasn’t come to me at this moment. Maybe at the stretch of this piece it will come slowly and without my knowledge this writing is finished.

Inspiration ! This is what I am waiting for. Ideas. Feelings. Arousal of my mind. I still can’t advance the continuance of what I am looking for. Maybe I have to concentrate a little more. I have to do away with a little disturbance. But the distraction is making me think deeply enough. Hoping my train of thoughts would not be disturbed and break its continuity. Again, concentrate.

An inspiration is what I need to start coining some phrases and conceiving it as a sentence. Agreeing to what it means needs a little pondering of the mind. Sentence construction is of the essence. Stanzas will be formed as my sentences are grouped to one thought or scene.

Inspire me more !

Express a thought one after another. Write what my mind is reeling at the moment. Continue until it stop. Stoppage gives me the chance to think further to give me more millage. Continue as I begin again to step on the pedal of speed.

Is it time to end? Have my ideas been expressed to the limit? Tenses and others, checked? Did I picture it right about my ideas and views of what I have expressed in my sentences? The whole stanzas? The whole piece? Was it the truth?