Lost breeze
Beach abode
Belong somewhere
Unlost and wanted
Broken machines
searching for a garage
No urgent need for fixing
But for fear of rusting
No attention today
The world works long hours
You are still loved
You are held
When they are gone
The beach cradles you
Don't test it's love
let it be waves
Mother you are a big person
Not body comparison
but compassion
teaching people how to feel something for humanity
Mother tenderhearted
Not weak or blubbery
But loving
teaching us not to lose faith in humanity
So close to understanding others
I'm forced to be far away
Men resigned and hardened
unable to remain maleable
But Mother you remain soft and decent
Not accumulating of the evils in this world
As we all become embittered you still believe in good
Looking through the ugly and seeing the vulnerable creature
Attempting to lift them up
despite their disabilities
Mother you are the bigger person
How fortunate I am
In the center of the cool morning
spaced out my eyes wind around the houses
Observing the drying neighborhood after last night's rain
The squawking of the parrots cut through the calm
The waving and mild thrash of the palm fronds
Meters from My morning coffee and I
The distant droning of motorbikes spikes
Car humm the far away highways as rivers
The many greys and blues greeting each other
Congratulating each other after torrential rain at dawn
intermingling splotches and blotches raising the day
Thus the cool blessing of the morning reaches out to me
The gaps between clouds and each one a prayer
making it's way out of the morning
Thanking
The small things and big things
I walk over the halo like a sigh
Skipped the bridge over life
Down below the commotion
fingers pointing blaming notions
I flew away from their rumours
Out of earshot of their clamour
Light as air itself free of care
liberating the I unlearning fear
Not hindered by their simulated burdens
Not taken in by their concocted obligations
I walk a halo like a sigh
I don't even plan to die
Hide the million blessings
Distribute it down to you
To those who look up in solid gratitude
For the little freedoms are a dear salvation
Nothing hitherto sound
Nothing further down
Bridge of life broken or not
I float this game, I recieve the lot
I have no real halo of my own
I dance the circle til God mulls
Mystical above my skull
tearing holes in the multiverse
Parallel worlds conspiring with me
Like fellow pirates hysterically
I can't fly but I navigate perfectly
where these dimensions overlap
I exclude you below who were once above
Not a whiff
Eyes aglow for they are overtaken by forgotten truths
They bring me to where the mountains grow thick and cloud thin
To a world where time itself grows lethargic where I am the light
Forest roots drink of my memory, it's branches reach for me
swamps stench compounded in large carrion eating buzzards
Dead oak bark etched with a thousand lost desires
My arms spread out over, here the sun is sporadic
my nerves and veins sing here fibers of the land
stirring it up- time, heat, raw vision of these eyes aglow
The seriousness of these barren expanses, I the hot melt the hour
The lethargic movements slowly gather fierce momentum
Overtake forgotten truths evapourate the swamp
Build my kingdom a shaman of heavy mountains
He turned his head away from the east
The sun tan absorbed his skin and made him part of them
He looked westward on a platform that gave him permission to dream
He looked westward to where the sun was setting
It was an ancient rite his forefathers had warned him
observing the day end as one would a dying parent or relative
Not seeing the darkness in their departure but the essence of it all
He lingered almost looked east but turned his head away
He knew she lived somewhere in that direction
Somewhere dangerously close
He turned his head to where the cloud rounded into a scythe
One that could cut down his misplaced gleam
Over the horizon the form stood out
Over the small pink lights survivors of the initial sunset stuck
Like warm little hearts just waiting for the blade above
he scolded himself again for wanting to pull east
He looked westward once again to see those clouds and formations
As they slowly dropped down and disappeared
Into the humid nothingness floating on the lower edge of the horizon
it was the farewell of the sun only for the impatient
For tomorrow will bring even more dazzling troubles
each one a treasure for the bizarre man I have become
The stickleback fish
attacks the red patch
Supernormal stimulus
The instability of the species
driving the fish crazy
Hyper aggression to the male
Chasing to kill
Triggered like a freshly spoilt Gen Z
Stickleback trouble
seeing the red strip
super energetic reaction
Instability inside the flesh
