Like little bees, always doing. The busy lives and the bodies keep moving. When self-reflect is too a dangerous a pool to peer in. The busy bodies never see their own reflection. People who for some reason find it impossible to think about themselves, and so really be themselves, try to make up for not…
Snow flurry Angel breath Falls, calmly Causes death Storm looms Chaos Life resumes No loss.
Purple skies, Heavy eyes. Soft bruising, Of nature and mind.
Swim sees talking heads on the colour TV. La la la, they can’t see me. Swim knows they talk in ego-tongues, while their ignorance blissfully burns. We won’t care, Swim says inside Swim’s head. Our words are dust before we’re dead. Perfect neighbours give Swim dirty looks. Nasty vibrations from the roots. Save me, Swim…
To speak my truth would mean a loss A rush of judgements, never stops Those who raised me would stand and scoff Belief in faeries turns them off I’m kept down there as stupid me I’ll lose their love to be free.
Take me back. Things cannot be fixed. My world is black.
Bringer of life Seeder of Earth Suddenly rife Spores everywhere. Turn the dark side Destroyer of worlds Wiping them out Burning the child.
Then I’m in heaven every night. Feather nest and blankets of wool, Snug little nooks and dreams for a fool.
I witnessed a special moment between trees in a storm. I like it when the wind blows strong. Trees stood together for so long. Branches weeping never brush. Suddenly, one swelling gush. Deity Air carries them up. Finally, briefly branches touch.
The end of days One final night The dove of peace Watched fire and light. The world at last, come undone The human race did slide and burn.