Taru Marcellus

Taru Marcellus Sep 9

submerged under peppermint bubbles
  cortex muddled by damp ears
I reach out and touch a flower
     as it whirlpools around intention

     in this manmade lake
I have made of myself an island
  limbs sinking and reappearing
  my face disappears
  and returns renewed

      this whole time I wasn't breathing
the drain excavates water
   for buoyed relics of responsibility
the weight of life
latches onto my exhale

         release         release         release

I will be whole in this lifetime

I rise with vestiges of beauty
     clinging to my essence
         freedom is assured

Taru Marcellus Sep 9

Dreams

they come a penny a dozen
cheap
           copper
                        thoughts
there's a well full                                             ...somewhere...
but no one is thirsty for water anymore
so much Ciroc and Moscato
poppin' bottles and *****
poppin caps and pills
we've subbed out dreams for quick thrills
   eyes open or closed - I'm swimming
but no copper in my goals
I want gold  platinum        DIAMONDS
pay me well and I will sell you my well
full of watered down birthday cake
and wrinkled candles
those flames were blown out with childhood

Sep 7

Valentine

Vantage

Could've sworn I saw a light
Buzzing through the pines
On the hillside
Gazing down at me
Like a singular eye of god
Peeking through reality
Wondering what's become
Of it's creation

Opening myself up
That same light protruding
Nearly went blind
And felt strangely vacant
Like that divine intervention
I prayed for by candlelight
Finally extended its hand
But retreated last second

Saw that shine again
This time in the eyes
Of a deer by the lake
Couldn't stand the scrutiny
Quietly shuffled my fingers
To the trigger of my gun
Aimed best I could
Tarnishing the light for good

#nature #violence #surreal #religion #humanity #light

Taru Marcellus Sep 6

Luna Unphased

the moon is the grand architect
feel her pull in high tide
             feel her push when unsure
  on dark nights
  in urban scapes
   surrounded by artificial light

she still shines through
her blueprints are mystery
especially when ideas are new
   she is a slow reveal
     an inspired temptress
                    lean into this
press fingers into her curves

as she undresses
visibility is not always the goal
but when light reflects
it is inevitable

while we question her cycles
she is not afraid of the rebuild
       the versions we hold of each other
       died many moons ago

Taru Marcellus Sep 5

Bullseye

as an arrow
the path is already fated
bullseye always the goal
have you ever questioned your arc
or the hand guiding you
or is trajectory so assured it's math
certitude enshrined
with no room to wiggle

as an arrow
I'm sorry that you were born straight
with no will to question
to curve
to veer and explore
there are so many peripheral targets
worthy of your focus
the presented path is not necessarily
most colorful
yet you forge forward unaware

in truth
there is enough space for hide and seek
yet many never find themselves
in your god's hands
instead they hide
eyes dead ahead
mind narrowed
future pre-set

as an arrow
I'm sorry that you were born straight
and that you'll never know the thrill of
missing marks
all to find yourself