the monarch butterflies
above the sand dunes.

orange and black wings fluttering,
enjoy eternal maps, (no glove compartment)

the smell of ocean salt
in the morning air.

they lift higher and higher
the journey begins
as it has for thousands of years

(the artist's brush)

one morning they fly

a journey of thousands of miles.
the moment that begins and never ends,

sand and sea and serendipity.

you walk with the ignorance of youth
to live forever
tomorrow as throw away
as any cigarette ****
or boy that bored you
who mentioned LOVE
an indestructible force of nature
but once I walked with you
arm in arm laughing
a moment of time we shared
forever
you were fleetingly mine
before we parted
strangers
on a Saturday afternoon

Technology walks into world
Flick of a finger bought and sold
ATM machines replace a cashiers smile
Robotic voice replace the sweet voice  in style
Foods and things home delivery bliss
Feel of things we bought we miss
A smile of a known baker
The small talk with a grocer
A few change short overlooked
A special item by request booked
Lost the heart and art of a sale
To machines accurate heartless scale
Human touch with a smile calling my name
A buzz and whirr of a machine never the same


Pavin

On the lake she calls
Deep waters mirror her pain
Soft the raindrops fall

As the thick mist inside subsides, he looks around
Finally regained a form of sense
Still bound
Hanging on with a crumbled defence

Tilting his head towards the heavens, he proclaims his disdain.
Wretched beings, break your silence
Acknowledge this pain
Stripped of all humanity, he stands in defiance

Carefully carrying this grief and sorrow
The end is where he wishes to begin
Deleted any perspective for tomorrow
Inviting his demons back to reside within

A flood of dark and putrid aura seizes his mind
Now the beings once again feast
As they mould and sculpt to get this prey refined
His petrified heart shall never again be released

Among those who stand on the edge, he now takes root
The crushing presence of the nether, home sweet home
The screams and whispers and everything they constitute
Home is where he’ll always roam

I keep going back to the time,
my life before you,
wondering how it would have been
had you not been a part of it.

Oh, how much I wish now,
to return to that life again
to be myself once more.

war, war, war, war
a taste of blood
a whiff of cash
left em hooked
they need more

war, war, war, war
everyone waves a flag
until the theater’s
outside your front door

actors, red and blue ties
behind doors, clink glasses
blood sacrifices leave
rubble, dirt, dust, ashes

Generations
Hatred’s Echo
Administrations come
Administrations go