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Chaos Aug 4
it is interesting
the way worry can develop

it can start small
a tiny tingle
in the dip of your throat
branching out into lungs
restricting breath
deepening into something more

or tap you on the shoulder
gently
so you almost miss it
before enveloping you in a fog
the kind you can get lost in
all consuming
overwhelming

it can be there
suddenly
dramatically
taking over all aspects of life

or it can exist subtly
underneath
almost impossible to decipher
but still recognisable
as what it is
Chaos Aug 4
disconnected
can barely feel skin
under fingertips of ice
and bones of lead
eyes that hide
under heavy lids
viewing life
through hazy focus
recollection is tricky
memories slip through
the holes of a sieve
a heartbeat felt throughout
all encompassing
Chaos Jul 30
as
defined
by oxford

are
wild plants
growing
in places
they
are
unwanted

does
that
make me

a human
growing
in
the wrong place

a ****?
Chaos Jul 2020
few predicted a golden autumn pause
and
the return of a great irony
showed a in a life overlooked

if life longs for a charming
but
parasitic lifestyle,
unsustainable and damaging,
the planet will not mitigate the small things

growth will be put into deep freeze
to fight another day
and
a glimpse of existence will shake overnight
Chaos Jul 2020
even the strange tenderness in brutality
could trigger
no going back

there are whispers rolling out
"inevitable changes should be spent bitter"

now,
wrangling more crushing control
(before delirium and mortal fear set in)
gives the most frightening air
Chaos Mar 2020
common crowds hold swords
to mock
to frown
to opt for blood

crowds who forgot to stop
now bow to show worth

low fog rolls
cross for old cohorts
who troop
who follow
who go forth to drown

for most worlds
to toss
to hold
to bowl down
sons who droop

crowds do not know
who took stock
sons do not know
who to block

for words do drown
now worlds do brown

only to look lost
Chaos Mar 2020
listen
to a sunflower
as they tell you
their story

do not think upon
the facts
such as their height
their common colour
their strength

instead remember observing
van gogh
rivera
gauguin
so you may truly understand

why

my lover is a sunflower
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