WE Magazine

Yeah.. I know …. my existence.. Is anonymous. I know that you will read  silent language of my eyes..  you will know all the, secrets of my  heart…  and then…..  Pieces of love will...

We are all immigrants today We have no roots We are all uprooted  We are virtual  We are virtual immigrants  But yet we are all reality  Our existence have no proof Our identity is...

The lie courted  Seldom dispersed. The truth, faded. Hurt revered.  Faint the bells distant  Saint , the crystals!  Paranoid the toast of breakfast  Hibernating the coffee cold.  Reel the system.  Fated, the dwindling difference! ...

Whether it was the 8th of October 9th of November 10th of December doesn’t matter ~ memory’s disassembler ~ just the present precipitation from all that happened The salt that seasons our seconds cinnamon...

Poets are those who need not be told that the moon is the mind’s greatest deity. There is always light here on Earth ~ even wrapped in night’s black silk sheets, I wear the...