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 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 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...

#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 ...

Culture and reform; what makes the human humane. Born an outlaw, culture grooms and makes the patriot. Culture reforms to a loyal citizen. Born a villain, Barbarian, Only culture will nurture; Only ...

#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...

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...

‎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 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 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...

#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 BRIDGE OF CONTRAST by SIMU Life’s true meaning is not found at the extremes. Not in the blinding light of abundance, nor in the crushing weight of scarcity. Not in the stillness of pea...

#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 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 ACQUIRED LIVING SYNDROME by SIMU Most people are not living they are performing a life they acquired. A borrowed script. A hand-me-down identity. An existence molded by the loudest voices i...

#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...

#poetry THE CROWN OF THE FOOL by SIMU Humanity is becoming denser by the second. Stupidity has not only climbed the throne it sits there with its legs crossed, its chest out, issuing commands with a...

#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 Psalm 56:3 When I am afraid, I put my trust in you ✝️💟✝️💟💜. #NircleStories #NircleSociety #NircleCommunity #NircleLifestyle #NircleEntertainment #NircleFeeds #NircleJob #Qu...

#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, ...