Present. Ooozing fruit,
still on a tabletop of sunshine.
Quaint potential,
passionate truth enveloped
in a perfect setting
sunbeam racing through the window
yellow thoughts touch its skin
radiance ignites a vision
sings. Break it with a
slice. Silent screams
shred it in a blender
grotesque flesh mulched,
Change it into something
else.
keep me at bay
keep me posted of the words you
will not say
let me leave
let cast my net and form my future to
receive my own gains my own castles
to create
leave me free
let me listen to the silence and where it like a crown
as I dance into the distance with a future and a frown
pandemonium persistence and a life of real
sound
your thoughts?
that automated trigger-happy cycle
ready for outside influence to create
your personality.
I will not be your influence
let your chaos break into a million
pieces let your fires rage around my
being let swords and scissors cut at my
soul, if i shut my eyes I will not see
I cannot feel
you will not change me
corrupt chaos clings
to the edge of my mind
words sharpened into battle spears
I am ready
words have done their best and now
bring on the worst,
show not tell
those dancing demons of
disaster
when I speak now my
loudest word will be
silence
when you care about a person
so
you treat them especially bad?
whats the word for bullying
as a preventative measure of
love
whats the word for having a birthday
and not inviting your best friends
whats the word for
choosing to call her a bitch
making her feel like the worst
in the world
just because
whats the word for wanting to break your knees
into pieces so you cant move or
gagging your mouth with loud words so you
can’t say any more
whats the word for
losing your bag so you don’t have the
house key or
losing your bag so you can’t return that
text message
whats the word for I don’t understand you anymore
and the word for I’m done?
what is the word for finished
is it a tear? because I seem to
be speaking like that.
you are sugarcoated,
crisp outer shell that will
crumble when crushed
skin-skimmed suit over soul
marzipan mash emulsified
where is your sour epicentre of truth?
be civilised
clarity found in simplicity
a dewdrop rainbow
miniscule wonder
awe and the world
communicated through the
word
awe in this presence this
instant this
This
Focus, off course this is important,
but do not grasp what we seek
we tread softly and think with instinct
before we speak
the leafs stirring in the sky are watching us
our breath rises up to mingle with them
translate our thoughts to the wind
that whispers it to our lost souls like
the small birds flying with fast wings and
the still mountains that keep a stable
ground
wonder, and wander, but do not
let your mind fret the emotions
of your individual being.
We are capable of so much
more.
Leave the passions of your soul and return once more
to the greater expanse of the universe.
and look past me as if I were a
distant horizon
blurred by a lifetime of
landscape
a connection disrupted you
only want our mother you
only wanted to claim
it seemed you could not
share
I wish that I was unaware of
those hurtful sours beneath sentences those
needle-nice-ities that frost beneath your stare
I wish I believed in your care
energy
freedom
atoms spaced apart
breath
movement
life
creation
and then
walk into an office
closed space
cycled thoughts
stale breath
dimness
dulness
dust
breathing shallows
thoughts shorten
brainwaves numbed
blunted
dumbed
vision fogged and I
cannot see the ocean from here
clarity is lost
I would work better from
outer space
Arabian sea, gulf of aden, Indian Ocean
found off the coast of Hasik
your home never stretched too far
A small family self contained
you struggled to find another like you
your tail and dorsal fin a fingerprint of
who you are
Your song reaches this cliff cove to the next
mixed reflections from the shallow coral and the deep unknown
your song changes, evolving with your thoughts and influence
your skin shines against the sun as you breach
your song is sad a lesson to humans you try to teach
1966 a genocide of your kind
now you are almost one of a kind
83 in estimate in the world in each other
and the waters are great
seemingly infinite
our selfish habits crushed your fate
fished the ocean onto our plate
put the fuel on our feet and
the diamond in our eyes
we never heard of comprimise
still-
there is hope yet
the only migratory whale species
unique to the gulf
the Arabian Humpback Whale will return
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