Flower

Now Deeply rooted in my grey matter, emotions stem from a flower that never leaves. I lay there, mired in thought, wondering how different my plot would be, if her seeds were never sown… If she had never grown on me… Her petals shine like gold medals, on my podium of pandemonium, cropping up ever

Fake flowers

Dear inventor of fake flowers, why? I understand that maybe you just wanted to capture beauty and keep it forever, but don’t you let people believe that looks will last. Didn’t you realise that there is beauty in aging, that there is character to the bunch with a few wilting stems? You can’t trick me

Beautiful Struggle

so much beauty…you would struggle to see, but be left in awe once you saw it… I watched myself profit from my plummet… Encouraged  by contagiously courageous condemnation,  inspired by painstakingly painful perspicacity… What gave me the audacity, to stay, to face it… I had to face it, I could never escape it, through empty glasses,

Peice of my mind

The mind; a battle field, for the worrier warrior, who draws the will he wields from his soul sheath, while hiding behind his ego shield. Fighting for a sense of security, defending a feeling of purity, descending and transcending maturity. An odyssey not for the eyes to see, just time zones redefined by a mind

Lost at sea

Lost at sea, where I can find myself;   Soaking, in hope; tired, from riding the tides of life’s ocean. Floating, from coast to coast with nothing to boast of; bar the treasures of truth. Navigating my thoughts through, future mist, towards something new. Blue, when I look back on ships that sailed past. Lost, for

I always new

New knowledge chases old ignorance from my head. A new loan for my ego, every time I swallow my debt   New lies for every truth I accept  A New eye to help mine redefine blind.  A new door open for every limit I reject  A new lesson learnt, for every regret  A new life

A-Lit-Aeration

Weakest when I wake. Temptation torches my tranquility. Spontaneous human combustion. Reminds me of my reality. Hitting my heavy heart hard.  Beat.  Fiercer flames form, from the fires of desire. I aspire higher, to astronomic ambition, as an arbitrary aftermath. Consistent human combustion, charges me through challenging changes and tribulations.  Tepid.  Soldering sparks soar smoothly through me, stitching

Reflecting

Three for two. One for free. Childish deception. Thinking My handwriting Lined lies. Drinking spirits in my sleep,tired of waiting… My Lies outlined. Written in my hands. Waiting to be tired, eating sleep through troubled spirits. Feeling Deceived a child. Two for three.  Free for one.

gibberish

Poor planner, sky scanner, bright banners. Post bills on my boredom. post pills to my manners Swallow tablets in the dessert,  burning bushes converse, speaking  my gibberish. Teach a man to fish. A whethered broomstick sweeps a which of her feet. Openly discrete, partially complete. A massive machine  to tow my toe from my feat’s feet.

Dream big

eye have dreams; Dreams so big, I often get lost in them. Head in clouds, wondering around, clouds in head, no map of what’s ahead, no idea where I’m heading. Dreams so big, I seldom sleep. Straightening out the plot twists of my life story, contemplating an appropriate heading.  Dreams so big, I seldom speak of.