Don't seek shelter from the storm, life is about rebuilding.

Your truth

Crept out from under your rock,
eyes penetrate the depth of my soul
Blood runs on empty streets
and fears claim another life
Drama tastes of bitter swallows
escaping from guillotine’s wrath
Staining my Sunday best,
pressed and altered
to fit within your diary

The previous page
sings of the living…
the final chapter dying
As another book is begun,
blank pages reach,
grasping for each helpless breath
beyond every ordained happiness
spewing only the lies
you claim to be your truth

A mysterious crave entwined the air
in that moment all words were mess
when river breeze frolicked with her hair
sun pinked rose smeared her face!

We stood below a casuarina tree
the dust windblown scattered far
neath slumberous sky that breathed lazy
there was so much I wished to tell her!

But rested my hand upon her nape
dreaming that frame to shimmer long
with a clumsy yearn that took no shape
dropping to earth with casuarina's song!

Of passing time a momentous shot
in the autumn noon’s silent cavern
a ripple’s life was all it got
no rewind could be no return!

Kicked around

Numbers countless

Makes no sound

This numb ****!

when we see ourselves
as being here
to comfort others.