life

An Ode To The Mask I Wore, By Kabbo Ferdinand

if ever there was a time in his/tory for god to arrive i beg, i grovel, i cry surely it must be now   i implore you, please! tell me her/story, i think to myself, that of the liberated being; not yet known   ye all gods, know ye not? a thought lives in my heart, in wonderment i look on at our state, wombman;me & U?   a voice

Inner Word – Too Dream, By Kabbo Ferdinand

in the word of a seeker on talking, speaking & attempting to evoke a sense of being-belonging in words expressed as emotion, feeling, thought i do attest to the wisdom that knowledge is utilised as a mean that whispers fear of scarcity to the logic of a ego it’s only purpose could be to remind me that of which i’m not? so as to remember, i am that i am