"They" are the reason I put
gin in my vinegar.
I am light years ahead,
a misfit.
"They" crush my very existence
into tiny white lies. 13 stripes,
50 stars in the wide eyes of
time’s bride:                              
Now is not the place
to erase history deface
Its story.
Meditate to medicate
blissfully.

It's been so silent lately...
It's gotten lonely up here,
The days become just like the day before,
And I fail to see the light in their eyes,
The cries of the crow drown out the sweet songs of canaries,
The wind's music no longer satisfies my soul,
I want to go back
To the nothingness I came from,
I want to return home,
It's gotten lonely here...

Some days on a summer turf
I remind myself that the leaves
Will blow into effervescence as a sudden freeze
As flowers do under the grey sky of winter

Bushes will rustle in the wind
The heat will turn into sorrow and sadness
As the rain pours and pours into a drenched blemish
Like there is no tomorrow for us to furnish our existence on

Like an Indian river that flows
Till there is an end to freedom
Waiting for God to conquer it, everyday
As it tows the sand and rests in the bay

miss the windy nights
walking in the dark

you're were so close
so far away

I wasn't fast enough
can't match your pace

you always walked ahead

wait for me
I'll be ahead soon

I'll catch up

we can run together
somewhere they can't see us

go wild
get drunk

I want to buy the night sky
you can have what's mine

i couldn't be human
so i made a home
in the woods
i danced with the mist
and ran with the wolves.
i lay on the pine needles
wove leaves into my hair,
perhaps if you come looking
you will find me there.

Some love,
Some hate,
Both are kindred spirits,
With both emotions are wasted,
Sleepless nights,
Lucky for some,
Unlucky for others.
31/7/2020.