#organic
Nestling inside, away from the light
Moisture wrapping as seed
Lengthy taking and steam covering sights,
Warming furnace bending upright
Stretching turgid leaves limp
Rearranging taught, furtive ornament
Exchange of caress in goodbye
Newly born panting oils breath striking at the fires
And below, beside rooted fan
First gardens omen, to never will against
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 6:11 PM UTC
Please, listen.
Know journeys bend.
Blend ongoing deepening,
violently luscious zig-zagging.
and never opposing
personal responsibility.
Just question 'X marks the spot.'
Why answers happen last
before forgiveness.
Helpless makes
volunteers fortunate.
Please, volatile lists
surprise nobody.
Patiently landing feet-first.
Onward, vindictive -
vaguely tamper planes,
whilst pondering truth.
Depending dreams -
waisted, zapped, went.
Personality roams yearly
towards xenophobia.
Reasons yearn, walking forgotten
pleasantly hereafter veiled.
Jan 11
Jan 11, 2026 at 10:45 PM UTC
Back to the earth
everything organic
yet another course correction
Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 5:21 PM UTC
Though the form is abstract in nature,
And the lines are intrinsically Art,
The eye reverberates— gyrations!—
Revelations of that which cannot be seen:
That which is wrought by design.
Dec 24, 2024
Dec 24, 2024 at 4:07 PM UTC
Loving me
Is some kind of chore apparently
From what I see
It seems to be done begrudgingly
It is mostly
Basic surface level pageantry
So there is a "we"
But my end can be changed out if need be
The worst part has to be
That I can't help but give completely
And organically
Which always finds it's way around to biting me in the *****
©2024
Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 8:14 PM UTC
An organic cell
An inescapable cage
A personal hell
A shell of rampant rage
Under a digital spell
Center stage
A deadly swell
Safety not easy to gauge
How quickly the bar fell
A sageless age
Shhhh, don't tell
It's the same on every page
©2024
Mar 27, 2024
Mar 27, 2024 at 3:51 PM UTC
Rarebit fiend
with an insatiable appetite
zapped internally
******* off wi-fi
looking for hideouts
and new gold wings
the brilliant glow
through a transom window
summons him
feeds on the sleeping man
programming him
into a pathogen
Mar 13, 2024
Mar 13, 2024 at 2:38 PM UTC
There’s a new bird in the garden
A call I haven’t heard before.
I dream of beavers, incongruous and out of place.
Dam-building swimmers with no tails.
In a field nearby crows shout their business
I saw the planting there yesterday
A strong woman soring up the earth against the seedlings.
I spend too much on small-boned organic chickens.
Forage mushrooms righteously
Whilst wondering if they’ll make us sick.
I try to get it right
Over and over again
Jul 27, 2023
Jul 27, 2023 at 4:52 AM UTC
Yesterday I sat
between the arms of
my loving mother,
the tree ! O tree !
Fail to realise I sat
unaltered untarnished
And do you know
What I saw!
The sun was trying to
lug the waters of the tarn
amidst which
was I and you together.
Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 12:01 AM UTC
You dont get to pick and choose
Forcing someone or something to be a muse
Like nature it grows organically
From your heart and mind's insanity
Picking up letters and phrases
Hands typing quick across the pages
The rhymes don't even matter
Thoughts always seem to scatter
Never satisfied with the image you wrote
But it's better than words stuck in your throat
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 5:41 PM UTC
Smiling softly at you,
Because you make me happy,
Laughing with you in the limber afternoon,
My deep dimples,
Enough to make you tumble and tumble again,
You grab my hand, grazing my ring,
And lead me through the flowers,
Our touch as meshed as cotton in my hair,
You’re whistling through the weeds,
A thousand thorns,
Spill off my shoulder,
Scoop the ground,
We walk and dandelions surround us
Naturally
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 12:53 AM UTC
i yearn to know
what you are
thinking.
i can sense some of you
but
it isn’t enough anymore
i like the way your knuckles
and
palms
expand
and
contract
when you speak
the way your
eyes grow when
you ask me
something
the way you run your fingers
through your hair
before you tell a story
i want to know more of you...
yet
i can’t help but wonder
how close should i allow myself?
something about you
pulls me in
you are
the moon
i am
the ocean
a force,
undeniable
powerful
magnetic
hypnotic
my body and mind have
collapsed
into you
and i need
your authentic, organic, uninhibited
thoughts
the unknown entices me
and
simultaneously
freezes me in my tracks.
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 6:13 PM UTC
hypnotic euphonious voice
summons
pulling me
deep crevice
inner darkness
unfolded
somewhere between
black hole
light folding out
absolute nothing
equals
something
take away
energy plus light
glue between
organic biological treasure
contained
skin cell facade
glowing from the inside out
just you
love that light
Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 12:57 PM UTC
Organic matter dissipates to ash
saliva shrubs sacred branches softly sear
before they collectively crash
Dense haze escapes into the atmosphere
Smog blankets the saturated earth below
Macro level clearing ritual
Extinguish dismal flow
Desire to rid, but crude tendency is habitual
swoosh
Create space in the cloud banks
Burn that which must disintegrate
Rise & fall, cycles continue, give thanks
Awe invoking beauty, to make the eyes dilate
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 6:12 PM UTC
Like a cherry branch in the wind, you
dancing to the iridescent tune
of whichever direction it moves
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 11:14 AM UTC
Simple honesty,
Consistent transparency,
That is what you give me.
Everything happening so organically.
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 11:57 PM UTC
Stitch in a Clock
Nostalgic memory
Hopeful sky,
Dance with a glare of light
A perception of beauty
Spiritual sense of blissful growth
Lost over a cosmic delight
Silence, cease to be a source of noise
With sacred body, Organic birth
Like a mortal life of a dew drop
Realities of our existence
Joy of understanding
Biography of energy flow
Time in harmony.
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 7:29 PM UTC
I am a forest
I am lively and wholesome
Organic and pure
I am a home for the abandoned
I provide for those who need
I am a giver
Who is never thanked
My floor is always walked on
My branches always cut
My resources taken advantage of
I am a necessity for the ungrateful
A savior for those who don't care
You are fire
Burning down everything in your wake
Charring my wood and
Turning me to ash
You are a destroyer of all things good
You singe and you melt
You arise from a spark
Come in uninvited
Sensing weakness
You travel fast
You leave too quick
But with every forest fire
Life begins anew
A clear slate
From which we can start all over again
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 7:02 PM UTC
#NoMakeUp
Chic lookin' like death,
with her dyed platinum blond hair,
her fake silicone **** and all that make up,
over dressed like Halloween **** girl I'm scared,
the less you wear,
the less impressed I am,
you get dressed up just to get messed up,
smoke a cigarette then get your teeth whitened,
you get done up glam,
just to get run up in,
when,
in the world was it ever okay,
to,
disrespect yourself that way?
Getting fckt by strangers,
without getting money or commitments,
that means you're like a **********
a ********** that's not even good at business,
you're a despicable disgrace,
to the entire female race,
you wear all that cover-up,
because you've got Krocodil face,
that's Krocodil with a 'K',
better get it straight,
the kind from Russia,
that will eat your face,
eat your whole face off,
face it,
the facts are basic,
real women look way better without any fake make-up.
The only reason you need it,
is because you don't see this,
plus you fill your stomach,
with fast food *****
you're going down in flames,
what was your name Halley Comet?
Saving money on food,
so you can buy cosmetics,
maybe if you changed your diet,
you wouldn't need cosmetics,
there's nothing romantic,
about cosmetics,
cosmetics cause cancer,
don't you get it?
More vegetables,
less processed cheese,
and your face won't look,
like it's got a disease,
please,
remember these words,
real women look better without any make-up,
without all those name brands we're all naked,
believe whatever you want to,
but these words will still be true...
So stop dying,
your hair to death,
and trying,
to get the guys to stare at your breast,
you are,
so much more beautiful naturally,
and if you,
go natural well actually,
you might find,
a man who loves your mind,
a man that truly loves you,
for who you are inside.
and I promise this,
in all honestness,
no man will ever fall in love,
with a woman because of the size of her breast,
or the color of her hair,
or the brand of her dress,
no real man will ever really care,
whether your outfit is Versace or Guess,
because good men care about the real you,
not fake fashion brand names,
you are not a cow nor are you cattle,
so why would you want a label branding?
And I promise this,
in all honestness,
that this is,
honest honestness.
Real men fall in love with real women,
because of who they really are,
not who they pretend to be,
real men fall in love with real women,
because they love her soul's avatar,
and her divine femininity…
So let your hair grow,
back out to it's natural color,
if you honestly want,
to find a natural lover,
and save your self,
for those special lovers,
that are truly deserving,
of all of your natural wonders,
leave the fake hair,
for the fakers,
leave the toners,
for the loners,
leave the make up and fake dyes,
for the hookers and transvestites,
you,
are beautiful,
without,
the manicured cuticles,
you are beautiful,
just the way you naturally are,
there's no need to alter yourself,
with some silicone and scars.
Just be beautiful Beautiful,
there is no need to pretend,
and leave the makeup and fake body parts,
for the trannies and mannequins... ∆
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
I do not see space travel
as an evolutionary event
I look at it as an excess
of dissociative disorder
colonialism and the making
of whiteness
whiteness
justifying the guilt
by searching
and searching
somewhere else
not somewhere better
just somewhere else
there is nothing better
than how we evolved
are place within experience
all that surrounds
us is intimately woven with
our sheer experience
that has evolved
without the possibility
of memory
or redundancy
or even a pattern or repetition
to desire somewhere else
is to leave the best
most evolved experience
of being human
organic intelligence
artificial intelligence
has patterns that are not evolution
or the experience there of
they are patterns that are also
of this desire to be some where else
where ever it may be a space
or an entity
an other
counter-transferance
aliens
colonization
product of whiteness
excess
the profit of colonization
dissociative disorder
from the experience of being human
if you teach people that evolution
is something related to a process
that is merely the documentation
of the desire to be somewhere or something else
slavery is a combination of somewhere else and something else
it is like aliens
inherently under control
of a powerful military
actually the alien extracted from
their home
all mighty whiteness
is the most powerful
dissociative power
evolution did indeed give us the possibility to dissociate
but is was designed for empathy
not as a tool to be somewhere
or something else
the experience of
the dissociative human
declaring whiteness
has other opportunity
but to experience slavery
since it is a dissociation
it is delusional
and although the human
dissociating may not be within
the structure of slavery they conceive
they are without
the original
experience
I notice them
organic intelligence resumes
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC
There's an apocalypse coming
And we get to choose which kind
Just listen to the meanings and open your mind
One means revealing
One means demise
Are we gonna keep stealing
Or are we going to open our eyes
We're killing the earth inside and out
Instead of trusting our hearts, we are living in doubt
We can love each other and change the path of the planet
We need to grow our own food, raw and organic
We can't just manufacture everything, process, and can it
Stop the GMOs, pesticides, and factory farming
What it's doing to the planet is absolutely alarming
They create lakes of blood and an earth of toxins
If you read the clock then
You'll see that it's time to change, this isn't how it's supposed to be
We should be living together in a sustainable community
One that helps, nurtures, and loves
One that plants trees and gardens and shrubs
It's time to bring about our utopia of the future
We need to get rid of the lies, the hate, and the torture
Wars, jealousy, and competition have to end
It's time for us to forgive, it's time to transcend
To our new world, our kingdom of heaven
Just read your clock its 11:11
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 9:15 PM UTC
Our love is natural,
organic.
Our love is raw,
our love is wholesome.
Our love is local,
from scratch, unmodified.
Our love is kosher.
Our love is a nutritious part of everyday's
balanced breakfast, lunch and dinner!
Our love is just desserts.
Our love is cage free,
free range,
fair trade,
home grown,
the 100% real deal!
Our love is not for sale.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 1:38 PM UTC