Groceries and heatwaves in winter

 The heat wafted through the carpark
Blasted faces as we exited
Exit routine
Exit ourselves

Put overfilled bags down on bench
Sweat beads join to blind
Then the overbright haze
clumsy woman leaves cart

Eyes meet disdain glows
But is lost in the shimmer
Hands wrap around the handles
pulling it all up its too heavy

The car pulls up
The man inside has taught himself to be happy
He doesn't recieve requests from anyone
But we ask him which is it

but the answer doesn't come
There is no satifaction
The heat spoke and said
Hold onto your burdens 

The line between life and death

 Yesterday was beautiful
That was the day i died
yeah, it was incredible
But now it seems a hundred years ago
Is it?
Has it been that long?
From my death realm I touch the present
And see within the bubble a present that is not mine
As if time has accelerated since I life earth
As if things just kicked off once I left

And the clicking sound the my finger makes
As it enters the bubble and allows me to see in
That can only be the ticklish God that put me in here
The death realm all colors and ecstacy
But it's not heaven
They are still fitting it out apparently
I'm sure I could add a feature or too

But souls are just supposed to hangout here
Take a look at the world's progress
Sip some kind of thick liquid that makes you change shape
Yes I never knew I would die
But as I pierced the line I could hear God shouting
Maybe they got the order wrong
Maybe it wasn't my time
Maybe it was voodoo technology

But now im here in the death realm
Pancaked ont he ceiling for amusement
I have my solace and euphoria
My unrealistic expectations
And deep down that feeling that heaven should be ready
so nothing really changed.

Not a suitor

 Her father came out
Light ginger brown hair fat spectacles
A slight sign of relief on his face
Unless it was his pretend greeting for all face

But I'd never seen him before
I was there to indulge a strange wish
And then the man went on to tell me
All the wonderful things I had done

Some of them real some embellished
Some were absolute flukes
Others projects I nourished
I was flattered and confused

Cousins and brothers still in their early teens
Ran through the house causing accidents 
The high ceiling and huge living room
made the place look inviting for horseplay

Then the mother came out
She looked slightly like her daughter
something her daughter deep down never liked
Seeing as a curse of future self

She was vigilant andstared into me with beady eyes
She thought I was a suitor
But I didn't want to be there
Seems digging into the past just reveals more dead bodies 

Frontal impact test

 Your new man is interesting looking
What have you come searching for?
Or better yet why do you want me here?
Just to play a game, truth or dare?

Want me to replace him, you look happy enough
Why don't you take this chance and settle?
Feelings are fleeting life is rough
Did he fail when you tested his metal?

When you appeal and charm then go hot and cold
When you overcare then vaccum like a black hole
Tell me was he bothered. How did he feel during those?
Show love for another, did his affection still grow?

How a child's love killed

 The baby rabbit in it's shell
The animal kicking inside it's easter egg
The gardens around the homestead filled with curious children
Wanting to touch and own the animals

One child in particular had become enamoured to the egg
And grabbed it and started to think of ways to reach it
To help it escape from it's outer shell
Mostly as to hold it

This baby rabbit wasn't coming out
The child carried the egg it was in, around
like a sacred artifact over the grass
Through the mud, over rocks

The child carried the baby rabbit everywhere
Into the house to see inside the egg's small hole
To the child's despair the rabbit was dead
Too much shaking and wanting

World a teacher

 Tell me, who am I to question so much?

Why do I look around and feel so out of touch.

See the world out here feel it hard to breathe

They accept at face value yet I cannot believe

I would ask you big world

Why I've misplaced desires

I dread you will respond

each one is a lie

Impossible to fulfill

even when they seem in reach,

Do you just cut us off 

when there's nothing left to teach


Who am I to question

 tell me why I should fuss

The earth a strange teacher

from birth to dust 

A fool's prayer

 God, what am I
that I question everything so much?

Why do I look around and see the rest of the world
accepting so much at face value?

I would ask you

Why have you given me so many desires
that seem impossible to fulfill?

And why,
when they finally seem within reach,
have some of them already lost their excitement?

Have I played a trick on myself,
or is this really the name of the game?

Why should I continue to chase my dreams
and invite you to collaborate?

But I do...