Still
Water torn with crossing waves
tells how the wind blows
currents to fight against the
tide rolling forward flattening
sand while cloud tissue
rises catching fire from the
sun and warmth escapes walls
built by ancient hands
I breathe deeply
My lungs billow greedily
pulling mineral air
into my bones
If the earth stopped turning
If the moon tugging gently
slowed to a halt
If I could hold my breath
The sea could at last grow still
and do nothing
but absorb the sky
Unnamed
I would never name it
Shape it for you
Transport it in words
To your ears
For your digestion
So you can enjoy the taste
Of your understanding
And compassion
You would require reasons
And lessons learned
A philosophical conclusion
Me, wrapped in packaging
You can read
It ain’t gonna happen
I suppose I should
Do something with it
As it is, unspoken
It remains as large
As the universe
Surrounding me
Sometimes I wake up
At night and feel the truth
Coming at me through
The blackness and I
Am afraid. I don’t want
To see clearly, thank you
It might be
I am projecting on to you
It is I pushing for a
Consumable me
I’m waiting ‘til it’s ok
To look back
If I turn too soon, I’ll fall
Descending Me
At the top is laughter A healing, welcome, guest
Say hi to joy She loves to dance
Next is hope
A sturdy steam train Sometimes she chokes
Love, like flowers Blooms in many colours
Hello, sexuality A colourful bird of prey
La Ego. Ever performing Never real
The intellect Likes spinning riddles
And empathy You speak, I feel
Engage anger! She burns and comforts me
Beware of fear Poisoning my vision
While illusions peel away
like dead skin
The past
Anchors me down
Grief Coils in the dark
Stillness passes I try to reach with shallow touch
This is the I ascending me
Tuesday Afternoons
You look like happiness to me.
Walking through the office with a noble stride.
Putting things right, winking my way.
If you were my boyfriend,
I would be happy.
When you leave, I want to eat
chocolate, something with icing.
A sugar hit to the brain,
that’s what I need.
Or a blow to the skull,
may be better.
To wake me from this restless sleep
of desire with turns of fear and faith.
Probably the cocktail born in humans
since one saw their reflection
in still water and thinking
it was the self, asked:
can I improve on this?
And we continued ever more
finding flaws in what is
Accepting longing
as the price
for imagination.
It's nothing to do with you really.
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