The civil servants

are angry with their colleagues:


so bureaucratic!

Never allowed to grow
Beyond ornamental,
Small perfect leaves
On small well pruned branches;
To please the eye
Of miniature torturers.


Cramped in a micro life,
Roots restrained
Within un-natural boundaries.
The promise of a tree
Never really fulfilled,
Beyond a whisper.


Fussed over relentlessly,
Like an O.C.D.
Perfect shape and form,
Trained from natural beauty,
To sit on a shelf
Hidden from reality.

Organisation of Lifestyle
Electric colours and designs bring warmth within.
In sight, in every direction glanced.
Blissful celebrations through neon emblems
Like an uninterrupted New Year’s Eve party.
For a world stocked of colour, our instructions
are commonly interpreted in black and white.
Protocol offering comfort and pride
with our requested questions answered.
The world is invariably alive and glistening,
and brimming of adoration from all.
Our life is implemented with a frame
that provides a perspective for routine concerns.
Products are the key elements to run society effortlessly...
at least that’s what it says on the giant billboard.
Manufactured articles allow each day to pass with charm,
with satisfaction as we are personally filled with delight.
Products grant contentment through orders
on how to feel, how to talk and how to act.
The truth shared with us from producing companies
bring forth endless opportunities.
Respect is shown to what is given to our community,
it is avowed that all is same, we are the same.
Recognition is shown through the ability of proclaiming
our lives, equal opportunities
All done through terms of society,
must abide to obtain rights we bear.
Life is lived through the righteousness of companies
delivering organisation for our well-being and greater good.
Our surroundings administer a harmonious attitude,
to each other, to our lifestyles, to our producers.

Art is just a way for
some - to organise
our thoughts and to
deliver them.

I put my feelings in a box
I scatter them across the page

I order them and categorize
Like I used to order stationary
Or split the peas from the carrots
Right before consuming

I try to defrag my brain
Stack the boxes all nice and tidy

But with the filling of each box
Is the finding of more feelings
Littered across the ground
Or, like dust, floating

Hidden cracks and corners:
My mind is a maze
Of feeling, thought, unexplored opinion
Unscrambling is eternal.