Fresh
Your flesh
Lips to cunt
Fragrant as the rose
Taste after eyes I close
the off-grid life.
untied from the shackles of strife,
2017, the modern existence,
getting on the property ladder, how does anyone have a chance?
20, 25 or 30, forced to work to pay every bill,
going to work all hours, struggling to find a way, a life against our will,
needing the money from any form of work, mostly unprogressive, unhappy
life passing by, frustrating, anger, decreasing self-worth, causing individuals to be snappy
unfulfilled, potentials are not met, working a job all day, unable to progress,
money is the key factor, for bills to be met, let me digress.
often they still aren't causing pain and suffering, stress and depression,
homelessness is rife through the country, a feeling of regression,
a feeling of being stuck, how to retrain and improve your careers?
speak to friends or family and the same conversation, doubts, and fears
if only another option was available,
one that was accepted and not just for the vulnerable,
the homeless, the people with nothing,
but how is this existence different? it is truly crushing,
once you can see that your life is consumed with working for money,
the soul has passed, your energy too, it can get so hard it's not even funny,
but who understands? in the face of consumerism, higher purchase, loans, and debt,
who is living a life, truly satisfied, and their dreams are met?
Not all people living off-grid are rich in cash!
but they aim for other needs; security in food & energy, it's worth a bash,
a growing transition for many people too,
it's not just for the hippies, the spiritual, it's for people like me and you,
think about it for a moment or two...
who would you be without your car, house and your possessions?
is that person you portray the real you? or do you blend in so people don't ask questions?
are you honest with your family and friends?
or do you sit behind a desk wishing it would end?
there is a wealth of knowledge of old traditions,
from a time when they lived without these conditions,
the conditions of social media, advertising, marketing ads or vlogs
when screen time didn't consume every waking hour, and children were fascinated with tadpoles transforming into frogs.
hours spent outside, climbing trees, playing at the park,
not allowed home unless it was tea time or had gotten dark.
a shift is happening, ecotherapy, wild schooling, bushcraft, and hikes,
forest schooling, homeschooling, people walking and out on their bikes,
scientists are noticing the effects on children's behaviors, reduced health issues,
ADHD, also a boost in self-awareness, positivity, confidence and mental health issues
is it easier to sit a child down to hours in front of the tv, or ipad?
than it is to spend a few hours playing down the park with dad?
or baking a cake with mum, the importance of these skills are being misplaced,
in this consumerism world, with employees a number, in a life so fast-paced.
Off-grid living, the communities hidden away,
all they want is a parcel of land to look after their needs, but hey,
that's not possible, 'cause where will the local council get their tax,
with the community, living off the land, growing food and chopping wood with an axe,
the need and usage of government-owned services would become minute,
living simply and within your skills of the land, renewables used, an abundance of fruit,
food preserved in many forms, jams and chutneys, frozen meat,
enough food to last year-round to survive through winter, or in the heat,
the food produced off the land, tending the garden, and grown for nutrition,
the most important for life and health also said to aid in remission.
off grid homesteaders, don't need to take the flack,
with health as the focus, working outdoors to provide, lowering the need for prozac,
comments from shallow minded people need not be said,
the power of community, working together, I want to spread,
to include children in the transition, of conserving nature and our wildlife,
the tranquil setting amongst the seasons, watching the stars, that's my type of nightlife.
I think, today, I'm going to smash my phone with a hammer.
because everytime it goes off, I get a false sense of hope that it'll be you at the other end.
But you're not there,
you never are,
so instead of sitting here wishing upon stars,
I'll distroy the thing that causes me so much pain.
On second hand, maybe I'll wait until tomorrow...
you know...
incase you decide to call.
you're a hundred unfinished poems taking up space under my bed
you're a million pictured memories collecting dust inside my head
you're the voice I hear singing in the dead still of the night
when everything is wrong, you're the only thing that's right.
Nothing exciting about this read just me
pushing keys; if this was a typewritter
It'll run out of ink three times through out
the night (that's when I create my most
prolific writings)
Yesterday you should've heard me flow
the illest rhymes I ever spoke, "For Reals!"
ask my homeboy Bernardo, he was the
ONLY one there who witness my three
minute rhyme, it felt like five...
"Man I ain't no MC but I did Spitz Da
realest shit I EVER SPOKE!"
Best believe there was smoke in the air;
now decide whether this is tale of random
adventures like I'm at the gas station
about to exit all of sudden my boy Bernie
pulls up in his truck, "Que onda guey, pinche
Sergio, mi hermano," he says to me.
"Que tal pues?" I answered.
"Meet me at the park down the street, para
que you know un (wink)"
(The beginning sentences happened after
the second stanza of this marvelous write I
just started writing right now, it's my writing
sessions I give myself. Interesting!)
Fresh maid and English rose.
I love the way she smells after a shower
so fragrant fresh and clean
and how she sits there
in her dressing gown
brushing her long wet hair
until it dry's and gleams.
Her sweet perfume
fills the room
and sets my heart on fire
heightening my senses
and filling me with desire.
Peter Dome. copyright.2012.
It's the color of life.
My life,
green grass.
New life
seed sprouts.
Renewed life,
tree leaves.
It's the color of envy
My envy,
of life.
Your envy,
of them.
Everyone's envy
of stuff.
It's the color of freshness
My freshness
clean clothes
Their freshness
dirty words
Earth's freshness,
new life.
It's the color of movement
My movement,
my future.
Your movement,
full ahead
Someone's movement
beyond reach.
Green.