Shiny stars and clouds of dust.
****** tension, full of lust.
A simple touch ignites a fire
deep within my body's desire.
"Ignore the heart!" my body cries,
and set your worries to the side.
Nature does as nature calls
so slam my body against the wall,
and navigate my body-say.
Oh, please, fulfill my pleasures way.

It was more than a year ago
I admitted you were no good
I tried to let you leave my head
And you did
But all good things must come to an end they say
And one short week was enough
to pull me back
Sorta
I was convinced things were different
We were friends now
Temptation was prevented
by my faithfulness to Someone Else
Until that Someone Else left
and surprise.
You were back.
creeping your way back into my head
monopolizing my thoughts
I tried to remember
You are no good
But every time those six letters
appear on my screen
my heart jumps
a little
So please
Don't talk to me today
if you don't plan on saying Hello
tomorrow

This distance between us occupied
minutes and hours multiplied
by walking and running thoughts,
divining the cost of careless loss
roving and darting with such might
not even a rest in dreams of night.
Then a trouble or something tragic
pauses me, and a moment of magic
makes all that distance naught.
I fly to you my love in thought
bound again by strings unclear
I yearn and ache to have you near.
     But again the world cries out to me
     and again I am gone - in its roiling sea.

I thought I was still special
I guess it isn't what it is now
I've become your form of distraction
I ponder on who else have been treated the same way, and so my thoughts crow

You'd tell me that you are okay when really, you have just been trying to find an escape from the affection your heart has been longing for since the time you lost the warmth from someone else

Hence, I've been so foolish
thinking I was different from the rest.

I yearn to exist in a space where the stars all but blaze
Where “stars” aren’t celebrities their plaster faces plastered
on magazine covers lining the shopping aisles
But where they bask in the night sky unpolluted
And exist radiantly

Where the culture ceases to revolve around
the newest latest fashion or video
And instead revolves around the ripening of figs
And the blooming of chrysanthemums
And the migrations of the swallows
Where we look like awestruck children
to those unpolluted stars above us
and this great earth around us
to tell the time and pass the seasons,
Living then in harmony with the revolution of the very soil and air
from which our life flows
It’s easy to forget

I crave an environment
that does not depend upon phone screens
Where my peers and myself do not walk through life
in an addicted daze
Unaware of the haze that descends as an effect
of such technological dependence
We are walking around with our eyes unconsciously searching
for the stimulus that society constantly feeds us
We are tripping over ourselves just trying to keep up
These electronic signals flashing upon thin panels of glass
And This is what we call Living

The dopamine flooding our brains
when that text vibration brings our popularity to attention
Capturing our attention holding it captive
We are prisoners of our own purchases
Stepping into voluntary chains
Producing our wrists for shackles
Rusting our humanity away enchained
in a web of unsocial media and notifications
We neglect to make space for our own existence
Disconnecting from our own physical experience
We don't even feel our fingers typing and swiping
Hoarding gluttonous over likes and comments and click bait headlines
Consumed by our own consummation  
We never have any silence

I yearn to exist in a space where our eyes like stars all but blaze
Awake with acute awareness of the present moment
Where we break shackles and push comfort zones
Basking in the raw beauty of an exuberant life we are conscious to experience
I yearn to exist together as radiant as the stars in the vastest galaxy

obsession hopping became a bad habit
symptomatic:
collecting / chasing / creating / crying.
but at least
i'll have learnt
how to properly juggle my haphazard heart
burned into muscle memory.

Don't fret over the dross my boy,
Its been there an age.
Cluttered boxes filled with spare time,
yet none of it brought anymore time than was wasted.
all the things that keep the dark at bay,
And the mind quite and safe

Marketing and billboards
adverts on tv
they put them there to blind us
so we look but we don't see

If you think you do, you don't
know what's really going on
if you think it makes us happy
I'm sorry, but you're wrong

These incidents that happen
are merely a distraction
to conquer and divide us
so they can take their action

The poison's everywhere
but no-one really looks
it's in our food and water
and our education books

At first it seemed it was just me
the only one to care
but I looked a little further,
there were others everywhere

This is no place to be natural
everything human you must hide
the true colour of your skin and lips
and push your thoughts aside

Because if I'm allowed to show
the real tone of my face
they couldn't sell their makeup
to the entire human race

Lighten it or tan it
we care about your skin
if you're slim where are your curves?
if you're big why aren't you thin?

Why can't you just be you?
have you ever even asked?
what are you scared of showing?
do you fear to be unmasked?

For we all feel vulnerability
it's part of being human
and if we cover it, what example
are we setting for our children?

So speak up and be honest
if you don't want to do
what everybody else does
and just want to be you

~

* It is no measure of health to be well-adjusted to a sick society
Jiddu Krishnamurti