Corona created chaotic choices.
Crumbling and collapsing decaying capitalism.
Birthing conscious awakenings in all corners of the world.
Kindness became the new currency.
The spoon fed fear, once zealously swallowed.
A Grimm bed time story for children grown up
Always thirsting for more,
having known nothing else.
Before the tide turned.
Before the silence.
And the old ways, became the old ways.
And the new ways -
Free will.
Still feeling like dress up clothes
not yet feeling the fit.
But with the courage and curiosity of pioneers,
We learned to feel comfortable in our own power.
We grew into our new skin, as we shed the old.
Conscious awakened.
Now flying freely.
Free birds flowing on clear currents.
Skies of infinite possibility
Illuminating landscapes of love,
Dancing in footsteps of joy
Draped in New dreams
and hope
On a newly
birthed Earth.
We called that time,
The Beginning.
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 8:31 AM UTC
I got wet.
Then I got more wet.
Then I lost my keys.
And my shoes were filled with rain,
chattering teeth, soaked to my thighs
through to my skin
shrivelled up feet, trench foot set in
but then I think about real trench foot
and silently apologise to the poor sods
who died with wet feet
I cried when I peeled off my clothes
I felt sorry for myself
But the little un had made me a hot drink
So I thought myself lucky
I am not native to wet and cold
The sun is needed for us growin' old
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 8:10 AM UTC
Jewelled lights
Inner city
Urban sunsets lookin' pretty
A Tower block rapunzel
hair spun from ghetto gold
15th storeys high
and the stories gettin' old
No knight is waiting
A million dreams are broken
the lift is out of order
Hope seems a foolish notion
Isolation is her captor
the city her disorder
***********************
Throwin' caution to the sky gods
She dresses in her armour
Advances down the stair well
Into inner city drama
On the 29 she takes a seat
looks straight ahead
Smile painted on.
The day she greets
***************************
At dusk again, in towered gloom
Moon illuminates her room
Stitching up torn, tired seams
of abandoned.
Long lost dreams.
Her heart.
Already healing
Urban warrior forever
One day she'll leave this jungle.
Maybe. Who knows.
Whatever.
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 7:53 AM UTC
If you go down
in the woods
today
Dont go alone
Dont go alone
Better stay home today
Dont expect them to play fair
It's criminally legal
If there's a hunter
then there is hunted
If you go down
in the woods
today
Stay on the path
Stay on the path
It's best to stay home today
You dont stand a chance
run as fast as you can
You wont see
the end of the day
If you go down
in the woods
today
Cover your ears
look straight ahead
Better stay home today
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 7:40 AM UTC