Building my Self, a
-house of cards
Not; a place to dwell
There is only -now-
Two-morow?
It has no mean-ing
No opportunities to back out
This is real, I and T
And I have no way to tell
The Line between You and I
Shall we mend?
A gavel sends: the Devil
To detail all the well
But I can not do it;
Love is the one thing meant
All else is an accident
Which which is which?
The memory of clarity
Written on a bar-room napkin
How was I to know it?
The Truth (Time Dissolved)
Church bell toll
Lies unfold , Us we behold
A shape constructed from NO die-mention,
Past ,with a crowd
It was a crown
( Only in, it is asleep)
A dream that is a dream
That dreams
Rest : Is easy
About the Creator
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Talented Black creators spotlight: Catherine Nyomenda (Chap 3).
Catherine reminds me of an enigma wrapped within a riddle. When she writes, she skips between the poetic and the dramatic. Her highlights of the African lifestyles of herself, of authors whom she admires, and the many nuances of love keeps you wondering and pondering the passage of life.
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