Through my two eyes of pain
I saw a half hidden tree cut
A tree born before plenty years
fell to ground within few minutes
her caring pretty hands,
her long, thin fingers
and all the birds houses
together killed without mercy

I heard her scream
I heard her cry
I heard her plead
but only I heard her
not a single soul did
but those tiny, tweeting birds
understood her parting words
and flew away with painful tears

Very few feel sad for them
They, who cut their saviours
never worry about them
but when these warriors
show their mightiest powers
and take revenge on them
A large worry and cry
for these shameless cowards

Do I see the tree

or do I just remember --


the image of it?

I long to be silent in silence,
so that a magnolia tree may bloom in my mind,
warmed by the hands of God.

Derail your anxious train of thought

Open your inner spirit

And enter the dream corridor
like a leaf from a tree in its dying season

Coma come quiet
Airless linger delight

Sacrificial pasts
give you the power
to leave places

The world won't get better
but you will

A tree,
A jacaranda tree, once tall, majestic,
Its purple blossoms littering the ground,
Its fern-like leaves bring shade to all around.

The rings,
We count the rings on the stump,
As the lumberjacks drive away,
Leaving stripped branches and leaves to decay.

Years will pass,
As leaves decay, years will pass,
But not all is lost, and as the life fades away,
Something new sprouts up, something here to stay.

Dead father,
It draws life from its long-dead father,
Using its nutrients, being fed,
Life, sprouting out of stump long thought dead.

A shoot,
A growing, flourishing, feeding shoot,
Only one thing that it could be,
A massive, flowering, majestic shading tree.

All this,
From a stump, a remnant of a tree,
Life, sprouting from stump thought dead,
Replacing something very old with something new instead.

A silver pen,
A silver tongue,
A silver lining
Leaves me hung
There to suspend
Above my end.
I’m running
Out of time.
The words I write,
The words they say,
The strings pulled by
The hands of fate
All let me hang
Beyond my grave.
I’m running
Out of time.

The note I left,
The sound of screams
From those below
Who watch me leave
The spot I stood
As falling leaves
Follow me
To the floor.

The loop I made,
The tears they shed,
The rope so frayed
Tore as I bled
Down from my eyes.
Why would I cry,
When this is what I chose?
My destiny unfolds.

It’s too late.

The Lifter,
Up.
He questions,
Up.
He wonders
Why
He lives.
The Lifter,
Down.
The top.
The falls.
The end
Of rope
He pulled.
Grab hold.
Look up.
He sees
The top.
The Lifter,
Twice,
He falls.

The tree burst
with life,its
emerald leaves
aglow, birds
fluttered through
branches, moving to and fro.  
Flowers bloomed brightly
at its sturdy base,  
Adding a splash of colour
to nature’s quiet grace.
But alas all peace has to end
As dark clouds gathered
The wind began to bend...