My father always told my sister and I
not to bite the hand that feeds.
But I look down at my hands
and see scars where my own teeth
have drawn blood.

wake up at six 6am.
grab my phone.
check my feed.

you are always
there.
first post.
always wearing
your beautiful
smile.

maybe the algorithm
realized how
i stare at our photos,
some nights
before sleeping.

maybe he
makes the sum
of our unsaid words
and multiplies it
by those nights
i fell asleep in
your chest.

maybe he
never heard
our fights.
the shouting,
the crying.
or maybe he did
but just choose
to keep them
out of the equation.

maybe he
knows
you are still
the first person
i think of
when i wake.

i scratch my eyes
and keep scrolling.

Too surprised to find
aglow,
pictures of you fallen
long faded and broke
I believe the fractured memories
hide better tastes underneath
abuse, and neglect
Forget
for one moment,
the two lives split open,
the two eating entrails,
stitched eyes, pretending
they were not human beings
Now my tongue pretends that
the juices have turned bitter,
when I long for love
I'd drink you all day,
suppressing hate that
imperfect ink fade
has left a burning stain.

we were like dying leaves in autumn
we even fell with beauty and grace
to our deaths, only to be stepped on
and have every dry vein in us, crack!
until we become dust, that the living
world breathes in, to feed off our death
and to feel alive

-Kaya

Though man seeds no milk
she feeds upon my breast,
gluttony sustaining upon my
being and I am irrigated.

She is subtle on her needs
gently massaging me into
subjugation and I wilfully
rest upon her jagged shoulders.

I am a depleted image that is
fading with the contemplation
that I am but a vessel of her heeding
and soon I will be a husk of silence.

But in tainted milks there is thoughts
of freedom, that stigmata on her
yearnings and sour aromas now tainting
her hold over my essence now screaming.

I was her substance, now I am desecrated
shell of near nothingness. But I'm wilful
of her disposition and she is fading upon
the lilies of waters that drown her needing.

She is drowning in ill thoughts wanting to
devour my being, but I am a new blossom
and she is that which has fallen a leaf of
decayed time and I am now a free flower.

You will meet clouds of people
Who enjoy you superficially
Give you moments of forgettable memories

You will meet stars of people
Who shine bright in your life
Touch your soul
Share their sparkle
And inspire you to be more

But If you open yourself to our universe

You may even meet the moon
Who will completely
Change your outlook on life
Who will light up your soul
Share her elegance
Reflect her vision  
And feed your spirit

Jl 2017

Commerce
Unschooled  by  Nature's
Heart
NOOOOOOOOO

Psychology
False Prophet Dr Spock
Enlisted
Whip of the Workers  Flesh
Raw Royal
NOOOOOOOOOO

UNchosen One
Wings Now Given
Astronaut Above

Farm Fields
Sacred To the Earth
Wheat and Oil
Water and Herd
Community, Family, Friends
Tablet of Tradition Love


Falling Cry
Debters  Sorrows
Father....
Oh Lord Forgive Us Our Sins

Instructuon Manual
For the Climb

Family of Man
Secure Yourself

Wrapped Prisoner Earth
Debt Rubbed Together
Like Two Fire Sticks of Announcement
Smokes Arriving Scent
A Star Invisible
Preceding

Bring Me an Army Jacket
For a Farmers Field
And a Holy Flag
For a Decision Makers Voice
A Heart For Freedom Named Compasssion
Burned Colorless Clear
for the Very Purity
From Which it Was Born
Sparkling Diamond
Commitment to Goodness
For Family Life Maintained
No Other Truth Relevant

Silver Grace  

Gold
Of a Fathers Love
Held in The Color of Forebears

Free Democracy
Come Hither
It is for Truth
to Sing
Loudly Now

I look up to a pale blue sky
With apologetic eyes
And a heart so very filled
With dim.
Take me back
To the empty box I was
Before I began feeding myself
Gin and jokes of grim.
God, please wash me off my sin,
Or take this foolish thick layer
Of skin.


-- Eleanor