Poem: reflection – 13/12/21

haven’t always been the best person haven’t perpetually been the kindest human in times of pain I lash out and let them have it my heart, wounded, dripping by the bloodied scourge and the very dagger sliced into my fragile ego drips drip drippps with overt sentiment and angry vehemence how dare I be slighted my mind will scream how dare I be wronged my pride shall call but the truth is, there are two sides to every story, and I can’t always be stuck playing, rewinding Side B hours and hours on repeat, lyrically paining. [...]

Prose Poetry/Audio: contemplation — gusting down to earth – 04/12/21

I scatter the ashes from dawn to dusk, breathe the fire raging within, overtaking much of my ire, and I glance all around, gather myself as I rooooaaaar that sound; I am calling, calling for something – I wait for an approach all around. Bouncing, and bounding are those terrible two, a pair of angry feline-like beings whom will not cease their stares, their venomous fangs they gnash and gnash my way, punishment? Although what ill have I performed? That’s not for me to say. I fend off the creatures, with their wild, wild stares and ferocious, swiping claws until they realise, I can well-word myself out of any situation, at least the concept is correct – with a peeling away, they retract with their intent so flawed. [...]

Poem: Breathe Freely – 04/09/21

I woke up today with this feeling improvements are coming my way. I roused today with the knowledge amid the blustering breeze gritty cares will be transported away. I am aware now that I am stronger, as I grow, irreverent words pool, tide carries them to sand and soil, away, angelic beats of beauties in expiring melted snow heralding a new era, trumpets to ears; nothing much left to say, but, I was forthcoming, I severed a tie, temporarily it must be, unless truth, future and beauty cause the past to decay, and a lifelong extension may be necessary in order for me to freely breathe.

Poem: Amends – 05/04/21

It’s considered ludicrous, as this pencil draws as pen, impermanence detailing permanence, can history make amends? In truth, in part, will hope, will reinstated knowledge renew? In truth, in whole, intentions grown strength to strength and full? But, unmanageable, so it seems? By a world of common sense and broken former seams,