Commonword Blogs

Today Silence has broken all its tradition,
Today Silence has been bothered –
Silence, today, has been an enemy.
Injustice has been biting too sharp,
Cruelty has stepped too further –
Inhumanity has crowned the unjust
Today silence is bitter.

Speak my soul
Speak my heart –
Speak speak my lips my tongue;
‘cause humanity is lost
Peace is gone wane.
The cruel claws of the demon
Has wrapped every facet of heart,
The good will of all.

Today silence is not saintly,
Today silence is a crime.

She reins emotions in
saddles up against un-raged storms
If she had to say she loved you
the words would
cascade from her soul
threading silver highlights through the air
on their descent to the ground
where they would pool around her feet
in regret

River rises, butterflies snuggle in her banks,
sparrows settle by the sunflowers, scorched.

A dragonfly nips the water, the wind combs
the rice fields, yellow and green.

River is idle, scabby rubbish clings to her banks;
She scorns the sun.

River rushes, heavy clouds drown her,
She soars, like sirens.

River sleeps, ripples reduce moon to small man,
He trembles.

This will probably sound extraordinarily daft, but if you have a good well thought out idea for an article, and know what you want to say, and have found the 'place' where it might belong, how do you go about getting interest from the relevant publisher? Do you send them a brief outline, or can you send the finished article? I guess, thinking about it, it would be pretty daft to send the finished product, which will have entailed many days/weeks of research, only to be told they are not interested, or that they don't accept from freelancers!

Wonderland the place where all dreams happen and you feel like a kid again. Playing games to win teddy's, stuffing your face with candyfloss and ice cream, sun beaming and children screaming, rides look so high and the thrill looks daring. Enter the water park where it looks amazing, water slides and pools everywhere. Fancy a deck chair! wish you could stay there forever but it's all just a dream stuck in your own wonderland but not the one you dreamed. This ones less fun more responsibility and choices to make. Don't you wish wonderland was here to stay?

The evening mourns tonight over the dying of rivers
and drying up waters –
All mourned that evening when I and many others couldn’t manage
any means to get close with the evening star.
No peace followed the earth since the death of starry starry night,
Since a flock of birds wailed to undertake the pain of an ailing forest
Suffered long and long from suffocation and plague
enrooted in human heads.
Once one evening mourned over my beloved’s betray
Who gave me words and body but denied to accept any reality
Enjoys life tonight with billionaire Mortein X and others –