Poetry Blogs (2016, Change)
Lost my way in the sun,
got lost in my oblivion,
wandered through the maze
inside my brain
found my way
I broke the wires
but I make them pure,
gold like a river
I let it go,
My yellow brick road
will take me home
to the silver blue,
my pure, my sweet,
my golden fire moon.
I fell in lust,
the ego owned ...
Saturday 8th October 2016 12:08 pm
Why does this world try to make me insane?
So much hate, to much anger and pain.
How can this world possibly heal?
When we don't even care how our fellow humans feel.
All these campaigns to stop smoking and drinking,
Why not campaign to stop hurting , start thinking.
Inside this huge universe we share such a small world,
Please human beings, stand up, be bold.
Smile at strangers an...
Sunday 28th August 2016 1:38 pm
I think that I was born on the moon.
But it was never ‘written in the stars’,
I think that when I landed here on earth,
My voice was left behind
Because you can’t hear me.
When I talk,
You can’t hear me,
You look up to God for answers...
And you kiss me like your investigating the saliva for my heritage,
You go inside me like your searching for my identity,
Saturday 21st May 2016 4:40 pm
i watch it all change and i sit back here like a child watching his parents argue across the dinner table not understanding a word waiting for it to change back or change into fireworks and butterflies but i don't know if it will. Because... It's all moved on, everything moves into and out of decay the circle of life is an ouroborus much bigger than i thought it spa...
Monday 9th May 2016 5:52 am
Shuttles soar with seemingly unprecendented motion.
The children's eyes gaze to the floor.
The ground is green and brown and yellow.
The world below cannot bellow.
Sing and hum its' tune.
A melody, sweet melody.
A rotation for all of you.
Its' sweet chillness pressed against the nostrils,
Its' gentle warmth against the skin.
Allow the gaze of the star above,
Monday 25th April 2016 5:27 am
The sense of me
Leaves are slain
From an autumn tree
They shed away
From my reach
What was okay
My form elapses
Moments, they leave
I battle for a map
But I cannot compete
I am nothing more now but montivagant
An older version of myself a monument
Thursday 14th April 2016 2:58 am