be a river and let everything flow then be a waterfall as it flows down and crash when it crashes into a lake you can begin anew a lake is your new beginning if it does not work out be a river again be a stream and flow into the ocean be free in the open upon the horizon
Heavy beast and heavy burden Burned into growing feet, a mile above all great sentiments of Home, clouds settle into molds Carved inside carnivorous minds.
There is no quadrant on this island You could go Where I could not see who you created In me, fiery and dormant, whirlwind Of silence and fear. I see you everywhere, In every line on my face, You exist.
I exist amongst a million cold dandelions in a weary field. Inescablable youth, river stones wrapped to knarled knees To ground me to three separate waterfalls, All who whisper of the dead To creatures who eat the love from out the backs of children’s heads.
I own a million fragments of a life And nowhere have I found the one Who makes them whole.
the waterfall pours from my eyes pedals fall underneath the guise stunting growth, lethargic dope cogs and knots, perched atop Frozen locks, offset and lost denial of fact, unravelling fiction dine in solitude, reset and listen