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Ten Virgins… One Long Everlasting Winter

bymoriba sababuI forced myself into paradise on the tail end off a supernova, and must declare most stridently, even add, without entertaining a hint off contradiction from any source, that it was the Mother of all rushes.Somewhere within the unbelievable range off a thousandth off a nanosecond, I was transported from an idyllic restaurant inContinue reading “Ten Virgins… One Long Everlasting Winter”

i… Man…

bymoriba sababuwe have been here from the evening of creation…since we are the soil…we are the clay…but the soil…the clay…washerelong before middayin the midst of the eveningbefore the dawn of restthe Potter fashioned a familiar imageand baked it in the warmth of a Handthen softly breathed within its fragile formthe energyoflifethen the Potter held usContinue reading “i… Man…”

rekindled love…

bymoriba sababuwestoppedwhen dawn cautiously peeped beneath the door…that’s not exactly true…we stopped when we wereSPENT…when every ounce of energy was gone…and all that was left…wasSWEAT…warm sweat…slipping through our valleyscascading over our cliffstraveling with a freedom one finds onlyafter a storm…SWEAT…mingling with a pungent aromathat speaks of thesubstanceoflifeencased in a living sapflowing from the depth ofContinue reading “rekindled love…”

rebirth…

bymoriba sababufirst there was the drought…which he had grown to accept…for his thirst was not life rending…still…he could feel his misty mindbeing purged by a burning sirocco.,.that left the soil of his bodycracked…sandy…brittle…years-upon-years-upon-years of fiery heatraced unencumberedthrough his tender veins…turningavenuesthat had once carried messages to his heartinto a miry unnavigable labyrinth…a tightening meshwhich had trappedandContinue reading “rebirth…”

a prayer…

bymoriba sababu christianity is like a mirrorhanging without hooks ona Wall free of blemish…a beautiful gilded mirrorthe surface of which is polishedto a radiant gleam…so pure…that it can revealthe very essence of the soul…paul touched it…D A M N…it rocked…it swayed…it fell…and broke into thousands of piecessome small…some large…some but specks of dust…you and iContinue reading “a prayer…”

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bymoriba sababu come with me to neverlandwhere the rainbow never diesand thoughts ofunbornchildrenwait for soulsto find themagic…oflovecome with me to neverlandso we may resume our quest…forwewho crave the meaning oftomorrowmust walktodayamongst misty mountainsthat feel only the weight ofbutterflywingscome with me my love to neverlandand dream dreamsthat are crystal clear likespringrain…but let us notIbeg theedream incolor…forContinue reading “untitled 4”