When a child throws a tantrum,
he’d cry and scream and wail.
He’d flail his arms and throw himself on the floor.

Like a child I have tantrums too.

But I have grown past the luxury where it is acceptable for me to openly showcase such explosive displays of displeasure and discontent.

So what do I do?
I have to carefully select words that possibly could capture the essence of the disquiet in my heart and mind.

And I pen them down in tears.







This is me,
and I’m throwing a tantrum.

We step into existence from beyond the veil
With our fate stamped upon our souls.
Marking distinctions between science and faith
We find ourselves advancing through the cycle of life.
The Leapster or Leap Year baby
Shares a joke with the cosmos
Flouting our concept of time
To be born within times eternal spring
In life's cycle of ever green
We look to the stars
In order to be seen.

'Those the Gods love
They must first destroy"
Euripides 5th Century B.C.

Never fear as shadows draw near
Those who sit through the night are first to see the dawn.
let the warmth and light of morning wash over you
As the darkness of night passes
Let the song of the universe soothe your soul
And the memories you created
Be left as a gift
Let the beauty of your life
Be carried into spiritual immortality
And part of the essence of you be retained within me
Peace be yours forever

rogue skin

wrapped tight

around black

and whites bones.

***** quarry of

locomotion.

grey samples thickening

through it.