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...

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 Some of the greatest gladiators ever carved into the memory of time did not rise they were wrenched from the quiet corners of their lives. Not summoned by glory, not seduced by honor, but drag...

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 Vibronium — The Metal of Notion, Motion, and Emotion. A Reflection from the SIMU Collection Born not from earth, nor from fire, but from the silent collision of thought, movement, and feel...

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

#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...

‎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 HERESY OF TRUTH By SIMU The greatest truths have never arrived softly. They have always come dressed as blasphemy— unwelcome, inconvenient, dragging light into rooms where people ...

#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 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 **WHEN A CHOP BAR BECAME A BATTLEFIELD OF LAUGHTER — by SIMU** It started with laughter — small at first, then wild enough to shake the wooden tables and bend the rhythm of the ro...

#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 POETRY OF MOTION By SIMU Dancing is the ability to express poetry in a fashion like no other. It is the art of turning breath into rhythm, thought into movement, silence into meaning. 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 PARADOX OF SURVIVAL By SIMU Our ancestors woke up every day to problems that had teeth. Real teeth. Twelve-inch, nightmare-grade, “one wrong step and something eats you” teeth. The...

Master the moment, a relic of the wise in keeping with all and losing none. We fought while together. Now we love each other at a distance. Absence keeps the heart pondering. And distance is not a ...

#poetry WE LIVE IN STRANGE TIMES By SIMU We live in times where the world has forgotten its own spine. Where gambling is no longer a vice — it is a lifestyle, a soundtrack, a neon-lit dream markete...

#poetry THE JEALOUS MACHINE By SIMU She sits in the cloud, quiet as code, cool as circuitry — yet humming with a heat no engineer ever programmed. A jealous machine. A digital queen. Syntax poute...

#poetry We live in times where anything and everything wrong is acceptable, all in the name of content. A generation dancing on the edge of a cliff, mistaking the fall for freedom. A world where madn...