Buried by insane deities
that live in single cell domains.
Insecure in the best ways,
holding on blindly without courage,
not brave, not adequate.

Pick up your textbooks and
learn how to fly with
your toes on the ground.

If you go searching for dinosaurs,
or particle physics,
you'll miss everything so terribly
gorgeous and lovely
about today.

And about today;

mama carries me to the porch
tender, still with the glowing dampness
of aged rain. orange blossoms tinge the air as
my honeyhead savors warm scents
of marmalade nectar.

mama leans us against wood railings
watching the breeze hopscotch ‘round the trees
in an indigo playground. my arms outstretch,
trying to grasp the thick air
as her heart close to mine beats a nocturne tune.

mama hums love supreme, each note
a thread, that stitches eloquent webs
of gossamer galaxies in my mind.
hanging pines prickle my delicate skin and
through midnight’s wispy clouds
i see Her,

Her Majesty
dressed in white. she bleeds bright,
covering me in a veil of luminous beams.
there, i speak for the first time
*moon.

Sorrow breaks with sun,
Enough time with loss of love,                                                                            
  .  .  .  White dove in blue sky.

Seeing is further from believing
Them my face from the stars
And though quite literally
It is just my brain interpreting
What I am supposedly seeing
I believe in disbelief
As the trail from
The flickering shooting star
Slowly burns out
To die
But only in my eyes

i smell the sulfur in my blood

as it drips from my fingernails

onto the ground -

iron returning to iron.  

sometimes i think i see

macroscopically

because faces aren’t faces

they’re eyes staring back at me.

i can’t bring myself to look

so i stare at the cracks of their hands -

broken palms moving back and forth

to words i don’t understand.  

i see the sky and think of the sea

and wonder if the clouds taste of salt -

but there’s a growing buzz

that sounds like vocal chords being

rubbed against one another

like the shriek of a violin,

so i cast my gaze to my own flesh.  

it is beige and soft and strange

and i just want to rip it off

and expand past the atmosphere -

leaving behind calcium and phosphorous.  

instead i continue to bite away at myself

and rain red.

When was the last time i felt emotional and teary eyed?
The last time i felt like a real human?
When was the last moment i tried to captivate my dearest thoughts?
That moment I felt irrational..
When was the last time I seek for wisdom, coffee, book and warmth?
The last time I tickle my guitar and sing with all I am.
The last time I treasured the serene sound of the air
And sat on the most tip edge of the boat..
The moment I watched the perfect blue skies..
Still myself in the middle of the sea..
The last time I burst in anger of my own faults..
And laugh at my own self’s stupidity..
The last time i fell in love with someone..
Felt compassion for the lost to the point that
I no longer seek my own good but the good of those people I love..

I guess I’ve become mechanic for some time,
And forgotten that I am still living a human life..
I walk and talk when said, i have done this and done that myself,
All is required to be done by sched..
Yhis is whats filling my head instead..

"Am I still human?" I asked myself,
As I rise and take a peek of myself in front of the mirror..
I saw my full body reflection..
Still having my heart locked up inside my body’s rib..
And my skin still stitched with me, protecting my innermost being..

I bit my lip as i ***** myself,
A big grin started overlapping my face..
With all conviction I said,
”I will be a human today! for I am a soul in this living body!!!”