terça-feira, 8 de setembro de 2026

Fifty fifty

 God sets it out and this I will be
Forever caught at fifty-fifty

Adventure fades into predictable years
Safety grows heavier with all its fears
He said one won't be better than the other
Maybe he's right, there is no other

The clock keeps spinning, the road keeps grinding
I build and build, but find no finding
The road is a metaphor, but wherever I go
The same dread follows, nowhere fast or slow

Someday I'll settle, the hunger will die
I won't even know when I stopped asking why
The rain comes down, reminding me then
This is life, this is it, again and again

I don't want sadness, I don't want alone
But there is no door, no gilded throne


My leg came off

 My leg came off and started barking orders at me

I attempted to continue my exercise

It was no good

The leg itself had separated

it wasn't bleeding

It was speaking

Telling me I wasn't doing enough

Bending extending and jumping in tantrum

I tried to grab it

It jumped and dodged

A piece of me with it's own mind

Telling me what I should be doing

Attempting to kick me

A small plot in the hills

A kilometer ahead the sun lit up the side of a hill
God bless this land

The narrow shard blesses on this place
scanning over the woodlands

The rolling pastures
God bless this land

I can taste it all
fresh after rain

Split above allow gold to flow on it
To bless it as a good thing on this day

on all days from now on


Poor voyeur

 The roundness
of hips
The swirl
smiling from the waist down

Swinging exhiliration
Sunlight blinding
Telling the world you can´t have this
Substance that gives a headrush

Sweltering from the curb up
Turn your head
peripheral
It´s just a poor street cleaner checking you out










Divided

 Split between feelings
A department in mind for each person
For each aspect of each person

The lense on friendship
On love
On work

A puzzle
Pieces of a collective
Not whole

segunda-feira, 7 de setembro de 2026

Knife of time

 The edge of the day
Cutting each hour a serrate
A tiny blade through remaining time
Zig zagging jig sawing

Through the minutes
Severing
the dullness trickling color
drops of freedom

Obligation blanking out
Many spaces gone
We want something to fill
As emptiness bleeds into

Turpentine

 Look into me

Turpentine I am

you adhere romance

you obsess pine scented

I am none of the above

Just highly flammable

I am tree blood

Ice water even

A sharp tongue

sun baked timber

A resinous ghost

One that forgot how to love now
Or had it chemically extracted