As Mother Nature welcomes my father's entire being into the green where he lies down, arms full open, fingers playing with the lawn leaves that reach up to his beard, he willingly surrenders, closing his eyes, smiling. Oh what a big smile. It embraces him with all his wildness, his breeziness and I know, I know that in those exceptional moments he isolates himself from his humanness; human no more he is. I watch him with awe, for I am reminded of his breezy ways, his primal mannerism, all so pure and untainted. It turns out he was always governed by it; the green he lies on, his real owner. Neither my mother, nor I, or anyone else, but the vast green; his sole owner, embracing him, taking him further away from us... In all clarity I see this brother, as I watch my father lying down, breathing heavily. He is leaving us. He is ours no more, never was. I hope he returns to wherever he came from, from whoever or whatever. I hope he never comes back, to where he never belonged. A deep breath he takes, the Green Queen's kiss...
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 4:29 PM UTC
Alone
Alone is just alone, its not lonely, it's just a sweet moment of not being me, forgetting now and remembering then. Then was good, then becomes now. That is what alone is about..Then becomes now and that is a lonely miracle.
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 3:54 PM UTC
Compilation of bewildering bygones. And no; never have I given the present time's worth. Due payment when it transmutes into the past. And that is a tragedy, my tragedy..:)
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 3:52 PM UTC
HAVE YOU DREAMT OF FLYING: Prometheus Winged
I have..I have dreamt of flying, and spying whilst, from the corner of an eye what I had left behind. So small yet so clear. Minute, yet so distinct. Shiny pretty things with brittled edges, ****** chunks of what I used to be, will be or never be hanging of them dangling like topping drenched rubies. All swaying in the wind while the sun kisses them tenderly, with mercy. And I glide higher and higher. I remember well, I swerve to my right, to be greeted by cotton candy clouds, leaving behind a desperate shriek, not mine, not theirs. And so, the sun melts all of what's left of me behind and them too, so mercifully, so kindly.
And a cotton candy cloud welcomes me to its grandiose parlour of Oblivion. I am all until and I am no more. I wake up. I wake up to Again. Again; The beast; my tinker, and he is busy, busy sewing the ruby patches. They're squeaky clean."This is a new quilt" he says with a smile. We both know it's a lie.
Dec 21, 2025
Dec 21, 2025 at 5:33 PM UTC