—fading fast
sleep on
the things
that matter
having no cares
about the world
like the otter
this is how he
studies the marshes
and rainforests
unbothered
like too many
diktats leaving
them smothered
that's how i
clean forget
subconscious past
by being in the
present, i have
judged the last
that's how it
always goes
jibed or othered
transcendence
(in our essence)
spirituality
fading fast
Shoestrings (an affected poem)
Are people's
lonesome adventures
depressive masquerades?
In a culture of one's
design; only
'tis Not
Deceit tied them
together like
Shoelace
Solace.
Spiralling down, the world turns sideways;
If only it would stay still I could arrange my thoughts.
Take what you own to pay for your own funeral,
A paralysed catharsis,
Trying to crawl its way into living.
A second hesitation hanging on a trip wire,
The explosion comes before the paranoia.
To fight such weak and juvenile demons,
Is an effort wasted instead of walking way.
Saying sorry for sorry's sake:
The changeling reverting to another seed.