my verse – Becoming The Muse

Of My Selfish Love

29 Jun 202029 Jun 2020

being loved by a writer; Dear Muse; When I say I'm in love with you,I mean I am selfishly in love with youI love myself through you.I love seeing myself…

Of Time And Healing

The wound time never heals,Not completely;The pastA broken mirror,Cuts as you put it back together.

Of Resting Ninja LadyBug

Image by DjDT3 Beneath the bloom of the night,The lady bug rests from the fight,Swords seemingly forgotten,lay idle,yet words misbegottenmay kindle,A deadly dance with a fatal embraceBeneath the shadow of…

Of The Drying Up Of Victoria Falls

Dying of The Smoke That Thunders... About 1100m wide and 100m high at its peak this waterfalls churns out a thunderous volume of water resulting in a spray of mist…

Of Afro Samurai Creed: Cut

What happens when an inksmith meets a wordsmith about a swordsmith? Artwork by Chalet Facebook: That’s Stanky Productions Twitter: @DjDt3 Instagram: DjDontTouchTheTrim Words by me Creed of the Afro Samurai…

Of An Afro Samurai’s Creed: Cut

What happens when an inksmith meets a wordsmith about a swordsmith? Artwork by Chalet Facebook: That’s Stanky Productions Twitter: @DjDt3 Instagram: DjDontTouchTheTrim Words by me Creed of the Afro Samurai…

Defining Moments…

Of Becoming….

Today is the day I was born, well I was not born today, but on this day years ago, that's when I entered this world and each day after that…

Of A Woman’s Worth

30 Sep 201830 Sep 2018

The value of a woman is not measured in how many cows you pay for her, Nor is it measured by how many children she will birth, It is certainly…

Of Star Gazing Into Tomorrow

26 Sep 201826 Sep 2018

Sometimes the random tweets I post wind up inspiring someone and magic just like poetry happens........ https://twitter.com/Beatonm5/status/840251077110910976 https://twitter.com/melaninsodark/status/1042088223542071298 We can sit and talk or we can sit and stare at…

Of Being Me

23 Sep 201823 Sep 2018

who am I? I am not just the product of my DNA, I am a sum of my everyday existence, I can not be defined in a single word, maybe…

Of An Ode To Time

18 Sep 201818 Sep 2018

Existing as a whole, Yet uniquely, Fragmented, Balanced, The weakness of strength Counter balanced by The strength in weakness Infinite possibilities, All linked, as the time piece turns, Measuring, Ticking,…

Of Moonlit Letters To A Muse

My Dearest Mable Today is neither your birthday nor the anniversary of the first letter you wrote me on your blog almost a year ago. I remember each word almost…