Wounded

I decided to go on an excursion
through the jungle that is my brain,
and i emerged mortally wounded
from the imprudent pain.


Heart removal

A distant known stranger, voice to remember.
Spoken with a sweet hello,
she told me a story,
waiting in line, order ready.
I told her she reminded me of a song that wasn’t pretty.
When she asked why,
I told her, I always knew
You’d be the one sitting delectable.
After years have passed, without a word.
Years have passed, Unseen, without a nuance.
Now, to see her in line – wishing for deaf ears, a silent hello.


The Rebirth of the Soul

Your inner voice confounded
in the ricochet off the asphalt.
Draped in steel
and reinforced concrete,
we eroded the synchronicity:
of bone with earth,
flesh with the oceans,
sinew with fire,
and equanimity with air.
The only recourse left, to
dive head first into rude awakening.
Swim amongst sharks
mobilised by the scent of fear,
allowing their teeth to impale
years of conditioning,
culpable of removing you from yourself.
The blood of generations
oozing from your body,
releasing your heart
to pirouette on the precipice
of its fall from grace
wringing traditions outworn,
for your soul to be reborn.


Bearing Fruits

The bird is eating,
the green yard is flourishing.
How fast does Spring move?

The soil is waiting
to be replenished by April rain.
How fast does life move?

The tree is eternal,
even with its limbs sawed off.
How far does the apple fall?

Life begins,
then it bears fruit,
then it matures
and then
it dies.


Glass Rational

The biting cold didn’t snap,
At ankles after a warm round of drinks.
So when she was thrown to the snow,
Out through the front door, she hardly blinked.

It was late by now,
And the spotlight moon was high,
Or at least she would have seen,
If it wasn’t for the two men that loomed nigh.

It took her forever to recall what she’d done,
As she scrabbled to her feet,
And confronted the two men,
Who she knew she’d have to meet.

And whilst the cold was hardly felt,
Nor was the first punch,
That landed at her stomach, hard.
The advantages of being drunk.

So when she was left there,
And slept the night in the snow,
She woke with the sun gushing,
Down the streets, but she didn’t know.

What had she done to cause an altercation?
And who should she apologise to?
So to solve these issues, she stumbled,
Through the front door, for another pint of two.


Everything at once

You kissed me
Like the sun
Messed with my hair
Like the wind
Came over me
Like a wave.
Full of life
Like the earth
Was your love
It was everything
At once
And I was done for life


Happy Place

You are far from the city
Closer to the nature
In a woody cabin
Where snow is outside
In a small space, on a cold bed
With a warm blanket
You got the peace of mind
You are HOME this time


Reflection

I have sutured a carousel of hearts
to beat among crowded breaths in my chest
What started out as love
now a map leading me away from myself
To a reflection in running water
that can never be held


Edmea

Strong bones,
kind eyes.
Steel bearing hips,
curls alike.

The oracle of transparent lies,
starry skies
and strawberry pies.

She was a queen.

Magical fingers,
brisk at times,
plucking chickens,
solid enterprise.

Watching our backs,
knitting or folding,
her touch, toasty.

We miss her still,
her peaceful faith.

In fate she trusted,
in love she trusts still.

Love never bending,
to the darkness of fear.

Far or near,
doesn’t change a thing.
We love and celebrate her,
awake or asleep.

One of a kind,
a spectacle of alchemies,
folded into a knowing mind,
and dark, watchful eyes.

She knew.
Just one look.
It never ever died.