Sunday, 24 April 2016

Trial





Judge and jury on my heart

As if you see inside.
But you know nothing of my art
and nothing of my pride.

On trial by eyes every day
Living lies in every way
Many suffer to be what others want to see
but all I want is to be me.

If I am a kind and gentle soul
Why have I earned your hate?
Just because you social mores
are things in which I don't participate?

Photo by:  KateAnnexTerrasochi


Monday, 11 April 2016

Tiny Drops Of Me




Cold
caress me to diamond raiment.
Sun
kiss me to moist disrobing.
Dripping wet
I slide and fall
Sucked deeply
Into the Mud
Bringing new life.

Photo by:  earthdragon21


Sunday, 10 April 2016

The Social Construct



The Social Construct

Have you ever watched the movie the Matrix?
The Matrix is real.
Very few people actually see the the reality of this world.
Most people are just plugged in
Just accepting all the contructs as real
Even though most of what we hold
To be true are just social constructions within our minds:


Pink for you
Blue for you
Dresses for you
Pants for you
Kitchen, kids and domestic bliss for you.
Sports on TV, hunting fishing and golfing for you.

Glaring judgement and ridicule for you if you do not
Fit
In
The Boxes
Those gender boxes.
Those race boxes.
Those religion boxes.

What if I want to wear make up?
What if I like to wear boxers?
What if I like to dance in dresses through flowery fields?
What if I want to put on a tuxedo or be a knight in shining armor?

It's time
To fight for our future.
To save eachother from self destruction.
To deconstruct
and reconstruct
A world
Where people can be
Who they are
Be accepted for who they are
Escape
From the social construct prison
that enslaves us all.

Photo by:  LunnarEclipse



Saturday, 9 April 2016

Ripples From Afar



I am anchored
Here
Apart
From all I hold dear.
I feel your ripples touch me
Even though you are not near.

Floating
Bloating
Fish
Nibble
My
Chains

The depths beneath me
Dark
Foreboding
Hope
I
Stay
Floating.


Photo by:  RichardBernabe

My Sweet Desertification Soul




Adoring vampires
take and take;
suck you dry;
Take every living
Piece of you
Watch the flora your soulscape slowly die.
The life force that sustained you
now gone from your eye.


When the world outside
has taken
you
completely
to empty
and you have
nothing left
to give
When your soul is
Tired and parched
No fertile place left for you to live;

If I could
I'd give you sanctuary.
Help to see you through.
Will the shelter of my arms
and my last tear
be enough to
sustain you?

Friday, 8 April 2016

Soul Nebulae




We
Were born
From
Hydrogen clouds
Dancing with
Nebulous dust
In in a timeless place.
We are timeless
Bound by the space fabric
All of me
All of you
Always
In our yesterdays
Nows and
Tomorrows.
After we shed our vessels
We remain
We return
We reclaim
Our timeless places
Our timeless spaces
Where we are
As one
As we were
As we are
As we will always be.
You
Me

Sad Clown Soul

You
Whom I have always known.

You
Whose soul feels like home.

You
Who feels so alone.

Let me
Be your refuge.

Let me
Be your strength.

Let me
Ease your pain.

All that I have to offer
Is yours to take
Forever.


Artist:  sythesite


Thursday, 7 April 2016

Rock A Bye Baby In The Abbatoir




Expectant mom
Giving birth
Happy moment
Filled with mirth.

New born babe
Taken away
No nurturing love
On your birthday

Bleating babe
All alone
Small dark box
Is now your home.

Beating
Heart
Walks through door
Now bleeding out
On the slaughter floor

Bright innocent eyes
fade away
Never to know the light of day
Nor the joys of life in any way.

Sunday, 3 April 2016

Sad Eyes







Sad eyes
That do not cry
Cowering in corners
People turn their eyes
Away.
Easier not to face
The inhumanity
The true reality
The off button takes away their brief pain from seeing you.
But you are still there
Mats in your hair
Blood on your skin
For no other sin
Than to be born
As you were
Where you were
Afraid
Alone
No where to call home
No warmth to be known
For this terrible crime
No one will atone
So the cycle continues.

Photo by AgNO3x

Diamonds

At the bottom of the bottle
I saw emptiness.
Watched my dreams evaporate.
Pour slow, salivate.
Shake, shake.
Hands on drink.
Down it down it
Til I can't think.
Apothecary!
Poison weaver!
All is well
My fair deceiver.

Break away!
Broken glass.
Searching blindly
Cutting hands.
Taste of iron
on my lips.
Diamonds on my finger tips.

Tired
Finger tips to eye
Slice them open
Cry and cry
Tears of red
Tears of salt
Tears for what I could not halt.


Photo by Masisus