9 moves in 8 years.
In one place I laid down roots
But they were torn up by another c*nt landlord
But then, I was never destined for a boring life
I always felt that.
Adventures and misadventures
Tornadoes and rollercoasters
Love affairs and melodramas
Foreign lands and languages
Toes in forbidden territories
Showing off forbidden fruits.
Cutting ties and spinning high
Dancing through and charging in
Pausing for a stifling breath
Convincing myself of safe untruths
Drowning in the comfort of
Another's arms or four brick walls
Till, wings repaired with itching feet
She sweeps me off to lands unknown
Ruffling feathers with a warm wind.
I feel it may be time again.
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 7:33 AM UTC
How did we forget to know
The souls of all but human beings?
When did we stop listening
To language different
To the one we speak with ease?
Those elders knew, they were involved
With nature, not apart
They worked together
Until the witch hunts,
And before capitalism ate art...
And medicine, and childbirth,
Marriage, communities;
Profit would too much be capped
If common people lived their lives
With love and empathy
Because some they feared the awe they felt; the danger sensed in crushing
Waters, crumbling rock, and the power
Of biting jaws and ripping claws
Over small **** energy imposing
So they taught us to ignore the souls
Of rocks and stones and moss and trees...
We're taught to value human life
Above all that nurtures us -
Even clearly animated beings
And still amongst these human lives
Are some more valuable than others,
Categorised by colour or class,
Gender, size, way of life,
Or simply their choice if lovers
They re-wrote the myths of first beginnings
To omit other beings, except where they placed
Them only as antagonists
To bring ruin and shame upon our bodies
And eternal servitude we've faced
Modern Christianity pervades here
And other poison ideologies -
Not Jesus' way but the opposite...
Organised religion serves only to prop
Up our capitalist economies
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 7:02 AM UTC
You can't contain me
Or tame me.
I'll let you play
And you'll be charmed....
It's too easy.
I might even get attached.
Oxytocin, dopamine
Flushing through our bloodstreams,
But eventually
I'll break free
'Cause I want to be
All of me,
Not a watered-down
Accessory
For you to feed off
My energy. No,
Yours I will never be.
I am an ocean,
Not a calm see
With boundless possibilities
And strength below
That you can't see...
Changing,
Always changing.
Fluid;
Moved by the moon,
Stirred by the weather,
Out of your control
And free of your tether.
Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 11:49 AM UTC
A chameleon
I've become
Self taught
To blend
And quietly fade
Or to POP
Stand out
Impress
I know the tricks
But not myself
I know the types
And what they like -
But what I like
My memory fades
Not fades
But blocks
It's there
Deep down
And now I search
And some I've found
Are things of which
I have had fear
For years and years...
Buried like gold
For my thirty-year-old
Self to discover
What joy
In finding joy
In such small things.
Joy and
Openness of being
What use have I
For one true love
When I feel loved
By the moon above?
Love is all around and in
Love is joy and peace and sin
Love is want
Of no-thing
Love is connection
With everything;
Not just
One other
Now and forever
Never to be shared
With any others...
Love cannot be possessed
And possession cannot be
Love.
Love is life
Love is knowing
That that life
Fuels every
Rock
Bird
Tree
Cell
To realise
That we are not special;
Not you
Not me
And not your lover
All of us
Just like any other
Humbling
Heartbreaking
Love.
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 5:02 AM UTC
It's here
underneath
behind the signs
of Private -
Keep Out
The Spirit
is here
Older than woman
stronger than man
wiser than rulers
unphased
unaltered
life
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 10:35 AM UTC
I want to be outside in that sky
Summertime, so free, so high
Four walls are my captivity
This roof overhead contains me
I have so much to release, to give,
To share, to sing, to dance, to live!
So let me outside in that sky
Summertime, so free, so high
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 6:22 PM UTC
I've ripped out my own heart
Each time, still more;
Taking a hammer and chisel to chest...
Till now I see that what will be left
Is all of me that was before
But without those walls that did obscure
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 6:16 PM UTC
Locked
Gates
Private
Estates
Fox hunts
Badger baits
We've been f****d for a thousand years
Noblemen and bourgeoisie
Buying up the property
And the all the land
That you can see
Now there ain't no place for free
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 5:47 PM UTC
I speak with a rythm
And sometimes in rhyme
I like alliteration
But I'm rarely in time
I wish I didn't stammer
Or fumble my words;
The English language
Is not my preferred
It has it's restrictions
In poem and prose
In emotive expression
And so I have chose
To speak with my body
And not with my tongue
Or sometimes in image
Where feelings belong
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 5:40 PM UTC
Coming up
Reminds me of
University...
Waiting for the high to hit
Never enough
Never as good
As last time.
The new discovery
An addiction
To new discoveries.
Never satisfied
In that
All-too-comfortable
Bubble
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 7:54 AM UTC