hello little bee
buzzing in my garden
i wish you'd never leave
when the ground begins to harden

a friendly giant combs the sky
my favorite pollinator
the sight assures me we are so much more
part of something greater

a teddy bear for flowers
petals hug your wings
there's no need to be frightened
of the bees and spiderlings

Tamed the beast
put her on a leash.
Filed-down teeth
attack dog takes a seat.

Sharp angles soften
puddles of me lay
forgotten.
Drip.  Drip.  Drip.
Monotone minutes.
What part of me
has been left unpillaged?

Under the ice
I splutter for life.

I fear what is not this time. This time that is not what was
nor what will be. I fear
you.

You, the melody. You, the music.
And no matter what, your show must always,
irrevocably, go on.

And, it weighs on me; You, as the symphony.

You grip onto me, searching
for something to take you home...

but this house has been empty for years.

If a moment can be captured and placed in a frame,
is it a moment lost, or a moment gained?

Are the possibilities for your life
only as endless as the amount of
filters you can place on your reality?

Is your transparency equivalent
to a smokescreen? And is your esteem held in
number of accomplishments or
accountability?

Are you silent in the face of adversity?
Monochromatic in a grey society?

Are you a stagnant tide, or a current, making waves?

Is your peripheral vision blurred to incapacity; The auto-focus lens,
the beholder of all you see?
Thinkthis.
Don’tquestion.
Don’tblink.
It fears you might escape if you stop looking and
See.

You are not a one-size-fits-all in a manufactured wasteland.

So, burn.
Burn yourself to the ground
and in the ashes, ***** a shrine, for those who
are gone to you, to remember you by.

And, move on.

Resuscitate.
Resurrect.
Reinvent.

Love without limitation and show kindness with no expectation.
Question authority. Doubt society.
In all things, live your life with uncertainty, because
there is no beauty
in knowing everything.

Can it hurt
anymore?
These angry fists
all full of lungs
drummed out a beat---

breath
squeeze
breath
squeeze---

a tug of war with
wills and will nots

A poison mouth
to bite from the inside
out

and all that was heard
teeth ripping
from this skull
tearing out this
heart.

Blanketed half-life limbs
melt one into
another. The birds are long gone
by now. Sodden cracked out floors

are all that's left. A God

that ran away from me-
holding out toes
hips
and chestful of lies-
And now I
lay

forgotten.
This collapsing throat.
A sight to
leave children
wringing their hands.


The walls are tired
of me
lately.