As to whether or not Shamima Begum should be returned to the United Kingdom for trial continues to divide public opinion. Or has it? It seems to be another story that has been flushed out of the news cycle.

Just for a moment I plead to sit in solitude. Pen in hand. These words I seek, I beseech you, pour out on the page. Not by force. Not by duress. Out of sight. Out of bright and beautiful sight. I do find

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Hello @thedailysneak and friends. I am @nicholas83; a writer of both creative and non-fiction pieces. I am also a self-styled crypto enthusiast. I am from Jamaica and I have been on steemit since last

When the last note is struck At the choir’s crescendo And the prima donna bows At the performance’s end Then will the curtains fall. When the last word I write At the chapter’s end. I will lay down my

No break, no bow, no bending for me Here in my heart, beyond the bars of intellect and reason. I sift through the years of loathing, not staid, not stoic. Introspective instead. To transcend this, my hate,

The cornered rodent lashes out Teeth and limb do frantically shake A trapped cat emits a subdued roar A wild dove, captive, choose to die Kuroshi comes for the salaried man. All the world’s a cage, convention

Way down, into the jungle’s great concrete gut Many an iron train kiss the weary breeze; Within the congested carts, scores of passengers hold their breath, and huddle in the still thick air. Where pocked

Of those whose thoughts on parchment not conveyed. Whose eyes no meaning one can glean. Jousting with unseen intent; the invisible pugilist; those fiendish men. A smile is a smile is a smile. A nod we

To hold you in this moment to feel your person pressed to me Sweet, warm against my thumping heart; And whisper softly your name over and over, To consume the essence pulsing through your frame; To rest

All around be flighty feet Sauntering through lurid streets Overhead, a thousand neon lights Coruscating, glowing fantastically A sea of body at the Shibuya Cross, waiting for the light to change. Locomotives

Once more Another day One other season I churn away A head knocking against the wall My basket with parchment filled Where are the words? They said they would be here. To convey for me the things I sought

Her soul is air floating to the sky To him, via a most painful path The father beckons her to his arms of care No expiation for a horrid crime Sadism she shan’t ever forgive A colorful lonesome rose (By

I listen to the measured steps A woman goes to barter In the alleys when dusk has fled. Behind the veil. I watch transactions take place The bending, the selling on condemned streets. Just babies, who

Here hubris and humility come face-to-face At a catercorner where the mirror and a window stand. Side-by-side. Whence should I turn to the place where my warts be revealed? Or to the other? to gloat over

And though she gives me grape and gall And grinds my neck with black jackboots, this confession will I make, I applaud this place that tests my fate. As uneasy as this prepubescent heart, dwelling in this

One day, when all the leaves have fallen And the days have become lily white And the squirrel sifts through her acorn stock In the hole, in the tree, she shelters for the nonce, We shall once more stare

Hubris, to think we can tame this world In this hardly a twinkling of an eye time. We believe we own this land. Knowing we can shape not even a grain of sand or fathom infinity in the palm of one’s hand,

I request only for a little moment, to rest, to sit at your feet, to learn from you. Indulge me. You are no nabob. No peddler of nitwit ideologies. Of superficial buffoonish things. Indulge me, though

Don’t stay in them dark rooms too long; lest you hurt yourself. Dwelling among expired things where all has gone defunct. Nothing is left in there, dank, desperate, just gloom. In there, you forget the