Broken not spoken. Injured not healing for what have we done? This garden of ours where we wind away the hours amongst the roses has all but gone - for the world is broken, damaged and beyond repair as we all sit in our lair, of consumerism and capital divide.

Why can we not live as one? Instead we resort to bombs, collateral damage without any thought, for this war is never won. Oh COVID what have you done? You came along at the worse time a clear year for many without fear - now that has all but gone, the instigation of fear you bought with you that runs deep. Creating dividends that divide and not untie.

For the world is broken. Damaged and makes no sense. Did we ever learn to heal or does the war that has been raging still go on?

Now what have we done? Damaged you beyond belief and yet as we go one, no turning back to previous life. Instead earth you are punishing us. For damaging you throughout humankinds existent. But don't worry,

we created a broken world.

The joy of losing, the pain of having
The peace in denial, the wrath of acceptance

The meaning is in the depth of confusion
Paved with pretence and bad action

How do you know when its real?
The echoes that never come to
Loud in my thought- almost in my grasp,
but never materialises

The meaning is in the depth of confusion
Thoughts unseen manifests in character felt

How do you know when your mind is playing tricks on you?
Lips express desire
Heart is non committal
The hope that promises tomorrow,
vanishes before the break of dawn

The meaning is in the depth of confusion
Light in darkness is pure truth

How do you know when its sincere?
The truth isn’t as pretty as the smiles
Shallow expressions embraced to the core
Pain in a distance- approaching at a pace controlled by guilt and shame

The meaning is in the depth of confusion
The heart is decisive

How do you know you found the one?
I want you, I don’t need you
The heart that causes pain, dies in pain
Betrayal is inevitable
Truth compromised anchors our hope

Pain lies with you in a bed of love, covered by uncertainty and indecisions
The meaning is in the depth of confusion

Sailing in the same boat
Fears of drowning
Speaks none
Still storms
Never warn

Paint the skies blue,
And touch the heavens.
See the truth in hue;
Skin, delicate feathers.

Smooth as a storm,
Tough as marbled form.
Smile wide like Great-whites,
Dimples rind from walnut barks.

Glasses firm, sitting on a bridge,
Above the rims are bowed ridges.
Dark and thick
Fine and slick.