The more I connect myself to the universe and the Earth.. the farther I fade from the human way...
Starting to feel more alien
And outlandish
Every excruciating day.
Trying to collect my tribe
and find which lane to travel.
But my wheels
Keep turning.
And I'm moving high.
Far from the gravel.
Try and pull me down,
I ******* dare you.
But no way.
No ******* way you're taking
Away my crown.
You can watch from down there
with envy and defeat
Or you can take my hand and allow me to show you
How darkness can be sweet.
I'm a *****
In my own corner.
Love me or lose me.
Either way,
You'll be a mourner.
But don't let that scare you off now..
For it isn't cold here.
I can show you,
That the universe is you
Inside a mirror.

9/15/16

It wasn't until her back was turned,  she realized her grave mistake. His knife slipped in silently between her ribs. With little effort it pierced her heart. The shock and shame. The ridicule, it was all the same.

She died knowing where to lay the blame.

Like a white sheep she bleats for her Shepard.

These eyes are full of beauty
my minds interpretation
a disposition a choosing
nature or nurture or both
what truly matters to me
just the fact out there
just beyond the window
beautiful reigns.

Man came down from the trees
walked out the forest
and returned with an axe
- carrying the worst disease
trees had no defence against.

a hot coal rolled out the fire
and we were eating cakes
a squatter moved in next door
I confided I was no good at math
scooped up the rogue coal
invited the lonely squatter for tea
could not count how many cakes I ate
and realised the squatter was me.

whisking up meaning
like scrambled egg
slips through your fingers
ending up with a mess
might as well accept it kid
poetry takes no prisoners
you either compose
or your dead.