Recent Reviews for Brion Heru'El Ofrika Bey
No God For Me (Short Story) - 11/14/2007 5:28:19 AM|
What a sad story. What a sad ending. Fortunately, thanks to God, perhaps you'll write another story one day based on this with a much happier ending for you.
No God For Me (Short Story) - 11/11/2007 3:09:48 AM
I feel sorry for you, that's all I can say. I will pray for you.
Ofrikan Writer (Poetry) - 10/3/2009 2:44:29 PM
THIS IS A GOOD WRITE...ONE CAN FEEL THE CALLING IN EACH PHRASE...EVERY LINE. DONE WELL! THANKS FOR SHARING AND GOD BLESS. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Breakfast & Lunch & Dinner (Poetry) - 5/27/2009 8:52:23 AM
Nicely penned Brian. Very romantic.
26 letter box (Poetry) - 2/18/2009 2:57:04 PM
Very true. Sometimes we can't be who we are because there is no one to open the door and let our story be heard, so we shut down. Thanks for sharing, DL Mullan
Breakfast & Lunch & Dinner (Poetry) - 2/13/2009 1:52:05 AM
This is beautiful.
Breakfast & Lunch & Dinner (Poetry) - 2/12/2009 5:29:17 PM
Be always safe,
WHAT MAKES HER ME AND NOT MINE (Poetry) - 2/5/2009 7:19:34 PM
My Dream (Poetry) - 1/7/2008 11:29:55 PM
Interesting, interwoven concepts here of darkness and light...
WHAT MAKES HER ME AND NOT MINE (Poetry) - 12/15/2007 3:23:26 AM
I like your views on the earth, I find them very true, we are from and part of her and she needs to be cherished and respected......I also read your bio, very interesting indeed, you are on a path of self exploration.........we come to that at different points in time......to each his own.........here is something for thought, Pax A
DaVinci's Gia Principle
So that we might say that the earth has a spirit of growth; that its flesh is the soil, its bones the arrangement and connection of the rocks of which the mountains are composed, its cartilage the tufa, and its blood the springs of water. The pool of blood which lies round the heart is the ocean, and its breathing, and the increase and decrease of the blood in the pulses, is represented in the earth by the flow and ebb of the sea; and the heat of the spirit of the world is the fire which pervades the earth, and the seat of the vegetative soul is in the fires, which in many parts of the earth find vent in baths and mines of sulphur, and in volcanoes, as at Mount Aetna in Sicily, and in many other places. .
WHAT MAKES HER ME AND NOT MINE (Poetry) - 12/14/2007 7:09:52 PM
Nicely recited from a very giving and loving heart...
26 letter box (Poetry) - 12/2/2007 5:57:10 AM
Powerful write! Thanks for sharing
26 letter box (Poetry) - 11/25/2007 6:28:03 AM
i have read your bio and then this poem several times. i am impressed with your talent and your vision. i look forward to reading more of your works and learning more about you.
welcome to authorsden~