Come as you may
In the glimmers of light falling through star dust
In memories long buried in the recesses of my heart
In cloudy weather oh so abhorred
In the chatter of birds oh so unconcerned
In passing trees and crumbling houses
In hunger, austerity and brewing unrest
In the silent acceptance of fate by cheated, beaten masse
Come, my sweet melancholia
Be my refuge
Walking through the shadow of oppression and austerity
I reach out for star tingles
Shared pain
Solidarity
Knowing smiles
Kindness
And…
The quiet, enduring
Essence of nature…
Walking through the shadow of oppression and austerity
I reach out for star tingles
Shared pain
Solidarity
Knowing smiles
Kindness
And…
The quiet, enduring
Essence of nature…
Hubris and shame will be my legacy
I stomp curiosity (It kills cats) like a mighty T-rex
I raise my head and scream
“Bow down you mutts”
Fear, loathing and drudgery shall be your lot
Stealing star tingles
We steal moonlight and star tingles
The faint beat of a drum unique to each child
As we fumble along trying to mould them like clay
To fill our own empty cups:
Cracked and broken in places, paint so vibrant once – peeling off.
Let them chase sea stars, peer at bugs, stomp on mud and chomp on leaves
Let them wander the lands and waters, seeking their own true path
Life is a strange abidingA place to live, grow and thrive(And aspire for dispassion)A glimpse of victoryA glimpse of failureA drought wrought in a dust cloudFollowed by a rain soaked breeze
I wait to see you with bated breath
And a head full of dreams
Dancing amongst the clouds
As I go about my day’s work
A sudden heart wrench (a happy one albeit)
Stops me in mid motion
You the eternal, elusive desire
Lies seemingly within my reach
But you never come
Not really
Ever
And I return to my
Not so dull existence
A little heart broken
A little wiser
And a little
Richer
The bird flew in from the vast blue haze
He spotted a Bonsai in a pot or a vase
(He couldn’t quite tell)
He perched on the edge and wept bitter tears
For the sad fate of the Bonsai in a vase
“You poor thing,” the bird said
“In your prison with no fun to be had”
“Always, cramped in your little space”
“No place to grow or dream or be free”
And he shed more tears near the vase
The Bonsai stared at the bird in a daze
“But I am free,” it said with a chuckle
“Of chilly winds, raging storms and pesky nests”
“And when sunbeams warm my being and the waters fill me just right”
“And when I am cared for with so much love”
“I sit here in my cozy home and think of beauty, freedom and inner sight”
The bird gazed at the Bonsai in shock
Shook his head with a sad sigh
Spread his wings and flew into the blue haze
We will never know which one was right
For both of them died and became star dust
goingbonkersgracefully 