27th January

On the 27th we commemorate International Holocaust Remembrance Day. There are some that deny the holocaust even happened and it’s our duty to SHARE and make sure the memory is not forgotten.

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Via The Israel Project




Poem/ Diary Of A Haemophile
They sense the joy in my sad eyes…
Sometimes I think that I love the blood

As it trickles, tickling my dead nerves

On their way down into this grave pit.

This pained feeling I can’t do without,

Feeling alive by my draining to death,

Choosing by myself all of my torturers,

Because choice still curses us with love.

I find myself by the softer fires of hell,

A sheer comfort is in Its cold embrace

As the flames lap at my sores and hurt,

Freezing them numb for a time.

The flight of the sentimental moth

From dying embers to the next inferno,

Each one an ender for the previous hell,

Each one my potential permanent end.
Sometimes I feel I like the slavery.

Contorting to everyone else’s desires.

Spasming from bladed whips swung

From strange hands at the end of my arm.

Screaming my blood curling wails,

Hushing my heart stopping breaths.

I’m told love is sacrifice, so I’m content

As the sacrificial pyres burn my bones.

Dying, with a brilliant smile on my face,

Shedding the errs of my mortal heart.

And if I resurrect again, then next time

I’ll find a sharper scythe or guillotine,

Because this rush that speeds my beats,

This vulnerability that slows my pulse,

This very bleeding love, proves I’m alive.
So I sense the sadness in their bright eyes.

(By Nigel Neil Miles Amable, 2016).


We were

Faces in the crowd

I suppose we stood out 

A force of habit unbroken

Our bodies sifting through the mass

Feet curating the distance perfecting 

As we broke the wave surging us forward 

We caught a glance at the same time 

Drawn like moths to light 

A glimmer of recognition 

An ember long since turned to ash 

So close

Yet far enough 

Then we faded into obscurity 
sena Frost ’17


And so this is the sum of moments with You.
Fingers strumming a harp,
pure sounds of a life… beautiful.
Reflections of your glory as bullets in every moment.
Bringing down strongholds…
Breaking records and limits.
Piercing through veils that would keep us from your Truth.
In Lumine Tuo Videbimus
That is the song in our hearts,
Even as we look up and in into the glory described.
And so this is sum of my days with you.
It’s greatness unleashed.

chapter I

I let it go,

And the fantasies unravel. 

Bones break and break till naught but dust remains. 

paradise is lost,

in the blink of an eye. 

A tear rolls down a cheek,

as though to testify. 

Of the struggle, the storm, the peace…


finally realized in this heart wrenching moment. 

Because sometimes when what we chase with so much passion ceases to exist, 

the mirage lost isn’t exactly a bad thing. 


*To the butterfly that never became a dragon*

Perhaps it was, 

the wrong place and wrong timing.

Wrong moves for the right type of Monarch. 

I see you.

Moult after Moult,

Emerging more glorious than the last time.

Liquid fire dances on your wings,

hypnotic and…

gracefully you take your place, 

dedicated to the motions 

You toil so honey may touch the lips of those in your court.

But with selfish hearts they reach out their hands and pluck out your wings…one after the other.

Maybe it’s a wrong vibe your youth sends out through the land whenever you beat your wings.

Maybe it’s a wrong rhythm my heart pounds whenever I think of your plight. 

Maybe you lingered too long in one place, for one flower.


We may never know. 

But butterfly, you would have been a dragon by now. 


Original photography by:Josephine Kuuire


Reassure us.


then change us from grotesque shadows of our former selves. 

Strain and watch the process with Your Eyes.

You let us know of Your presence,

that You would not leave us a minute too soon in the fire. 

Refine our souls oh lord

for that is what we seek too. 

the one remedy to the ramifications of history which has us in abstract straitjackets.

Send forth your angel Mercy

to give us living water when we ask for but a drop.

We say yes !

Transform the worldly conformations we’ve embraced over time. 


then reassure us.

Save us, again and again from that which seems to lurk within. 
(c) Charis2017