#poetry The Shadow and the Light A Reflection from the SIMU Collection Sometimes a lie is not what it seems. Sometimes it is merely a shadow of a truth, hiding in corners our eyes have not yet disco...

‎I Perceive King Herod's Tone... ‎ ‎The pretend care in his voice barely flowed through the walls of his lips, even as he fumed from his nose. ‎ ‎"Stars In The East. ‎King We've Come To Wo...

#poetry A NEW CURRENCY We live in times where stupidity is a currency shiny, viral, highly traded. The more absurd, the more it appreciates. People chase it like gold, flaunt it like status, and th...

#poetry THE MOST POWERFUL TOOLS IN HUMAN HISTORY They were never iron or fire. They were never the spear, nor the sword, nor the silicon chip humming beneath glass. Humanity’s greatest tools have ...

#poetry I want to look at you with such tenderness that the world forgets its noise for a moment, with such affection that the wind itself pauses just to learn how devotion is supposed to sound. Wit...

#poetry “MY FIRST COPY BOOK” This generation is drifting backward. Back to that “My First Copy Book” era where pictures were spaced between every few words just to keep a child from getting...

#poetry THE NEW BREED OF CUCKOO — A REFLECTION FROM THE SIMU COLLECTION Once upon a sky where instinct ruled and survival was an art, the cuckoo bird lived by a selfish but effective wisdom: lay yo...

#poetry THE GENERATION OF GLITTER There is a fracture in the fabric of this age not of speech, but of sight. The L that once stood for legacy, learning, and lasting value has been mistaken for the R,...

#poetry My first day on the Garden, Even though I knew little about flowers, My eyes found her first… a beautiful jasmine. Before I even learned her name, I could already tell it would sound Lik...

#poetry THE BEAUTY IN THE BROKEN by SIMU True death is not the moment the body goes still true death is when the spirit stops moving. It begins quietly, in the shadows of fear: the fear of trying, ...

#poetry THE WEIGHT OF CHOICES When a woman gets used to making a living by lying on her back, the world of labor, dignity, and honest sweat begins to look distant… like a path overgrown with thorns...

#poetry She left. She sought hands that weren’t yours, affection that could never hold her. And now… she comes back. Not because she never loved anyone else, but because the world used her, and n...

#poetry Beyond the Concept of Sin Life moves in rhythms that no law can contain, in currents that no guilt can slow. The stars do not pause to judge your steps, the rivers do not whisper of wrong or ...

Love is magic: Can make the temporal, fleeting everlasting, eternal in impression and the eternal temporal, fleeting. Love can immortalize the ordinary and make that which is legendary, heroic ordin...

#poetry WHEN MY THOUGHTS COLLIDE BECAUSE OF YOU My thoughts are colliding not gently, not softly, but crashing into each other like lightning trying to outrun thunder just to speak your name first....

#poetry THE COSMIC RAIN OF FOREVER I will rain notions on you thoughts so alive they bend the spine of the universe. I will rain motions on you soft movements that teach the heavens new ways to swa...

#poetry THE FORGING OF A WARRIOR The greatest warriors are sometimes born of the strangest circumstances. He never envisioned himself with hilt in hand, blade arcing through the air in a punishing, f...

#poetry IN MY ARMS “Only my essence can move you like this.” I see you missed it. That energetic poetry of motion, the rhythm of my essence flowing through you. The way my words and gestures inv...

Life is full of uncertainties and the sons of men full of shortcomings. Who has not erred, who has no shortcoming? And the spy, frenemy, Villain is always on the watch. To strike when we least expec...

#poetry THE DEVIL IN THE MIRROR A CINEMATIC SIMU PIECE Not every devil hides in fire. Not every monster lives in the underworld. Not every darkness comes from the shadows. Sometimes the devil we s...