I hate the warmongers for their ruthless actions. I hate the producers of weapons of war for their bloody business. I hate the soldiers of war for their blind obedience. I hate myself for not realising that there would be war. I hate that I could not prevent the war.
I like lake water when it's still running over rocks colder than ice, pure as laughter, babbling amongst itself about all the things it saw on its way down from the sky, all the things it tasted soaking through the earth as happy as when I see you it is on its way out to the basin to sunbathe before it rides vapor all the way up just to come down again like children at a water park
Mud stains your boots As you splash your way through the puddle Laughter is added to the steady sound of rain Pattering on our heads I smile at your playful joy Sometimes Life is very simple
I am a little fish, with little gills & little fins & little scales & little eyes in a big pond, with many big fish & big corals & big seaweeds & big waves, & I just realized I don’t know how to swim.
sometimes, lovesong, I fear that the beast within me will itself tear free of this shivering shell of flesh and destroy you, too on its way out I worry that the wild creature captive in your arms will one day snarl a bit too savagely and chase you a w a y . . . I dread the day that you finally flinch under her feral gaze I am terrified that there will come a day when my fell spirit will hear the call to flee and leave you behind with nothing but an empty husk… nothing but a shade of what was once the vibrant me so hold me fast, lovesoul; ground me here, don’t let me go don’t let me go...
fold me one. just one would suffice. place it close to my bedside so i see it, first thing when the morning light filters through white curtains. the drip of cold liquids flowing though my veins and today i stare at the ceiling white. sheets white. the whiteness collapses. into a solitary paper flower. place it near my bedside. sing me siren serenades along with the slumbering city nothing grows this spring, nothing as paper leaves curl and uncurl
my body is filled with whispering sea murmuring elder secrets tales of drowned cities my heart drowns in an invisible ocean where a throne awaits lonely and ancient - cracked and cold my soul sings in language of depths dark and barren and forsaken older than time leave me be, in the black water it makes my dive deeper it makes me crave stronger