The creeping killer, fear of death,
clinging to us all.
Shadow not seen, never felt,
yet the hand that makes us fall.

Its poison cloud stings our soul
wringing life from all around.
It reduces light to static stone -
yet their death no-one has found.

Everyone, young and old,
has once seen its face.
Recognizing what it did,
yet returning to their haze.

I for once turned and looked,
and in its eyes I saw:
the longing and its sadness,
yet never felt its claw.

So we stood, for a while.
Then I put my arms around.
It lifted me oh so high!
Yet never brought me down.

HANDS UPTURNED
The grey of day falls over all
My branches merge tree fingers
Water seeps on through

EYES UPTURNED
Flowing with the might of rain
Dams are doomed to flood or break
Erosion reigns eternal

VOICE UPTURNED
Visceral scream lunges forth
Lungs contract as thunder strikes
Fire spark - synchronised!

SOUL RADIATES
Complex swirls all round
And centres on my senses
Universal projection, upon a flesh slate

Up up up
They flow
Droplets

From the sea
They form
Flying

And in haste
They speed
Faster

Until all
They are
Is mist

A lamp strides it’s light across a room,
and in its soul an ember,
burns like the red sun dawns,
as up the sky it clambers.
“Illuminate it all, i will!”
Oh, and as it wills, it shall!
And before the lamp all was fire,
but behind solely cold hell.

I fell on the floor,
and broke out into laughter.
Then, got up again.

I miss you,
                    I think of multiple.
I miss you,
                    Multiple think of me.

                    Yet those that think,
I miss you.
                    Are not the ones,
I miss too.