Mr T. Mandie Speaks

Give me all and nothing I plead! Steal my all and reward nothing I beg! For my home, is a rich land Laid arid by my foolish actions. Holding...

Upon the rolling dust, lingering in my nostrils You found me crowned with infancy joy Painted up to the head, With a tale that tailored my t...

So! How many times should we remain victims? Lost between the lines of one true self Or reman a societal puppet on a shoe string...

There is a war of wolves  Outside my villa  Calling me a villain  For chewing hearts of many  Yet, at the beginning of it all  My soul was t...

Photo by  Guilherme Almeida  from  Pexels   All, we cared about Was painting a picture. A picture perfect Yet our imperfections Always bubbl...