Sold at birth.

Born delivered into this world.
How painful the slap.
The agony of the ween.
The shock and hurt of reprimand.
Cultivated like corn.
 Assimilated into schools.
Routine and convention extract alittle magic.
Crush it liquify it and direct it into the gutter.
Yes we graduate a semi machine.
Well conditioned by awkward vindictive systems.
Into the arms of the title you embrace,
no matter how unworthy.
Your disposition, behaviour and even vocabulary-
fits your job description.
The suit, coat or overalls become your skin.
The ant or the bee.
The illusions of politics, religion and sports teams,
occasionally distract you.
Affirmation helps, none louder than the mediocre joker,
who flatters you into a drinking binge.
Splash out on new clothes try to get others to identify you.
You spend it on a new car, one that shows the world-
who you think you are.
But you don´t know.
Thats why stuff sells.

Sailors mantra

My body, my boat.
Navigating through dark waters.
Treacherous currents and pirates extortion.
Great storms and craggy reefs.                   -Rocky peninsulas.
I open my sail to god.                                   -Angels and suras.
I pray that the easy breeze filling it...
Is indeed god´s breeze.

The bad news.

Hate to be the disease carrier.
 The infected that must spread this sick realization.
That must reveal the facts. For I´ve got to know patience.
My burden will soon be relieved.
But the eyes of the listener will surely feel want to weep.
The impact that will hit home with each my toned words.
They´ll wish they had an earlier warning first.

A tropical hello.

Waving at me, a floppy tapering subtropical palm tree.
The frangipani blowing me kisses.
It´s almost into winter´s hall.
Though here warm winds still blow.
What a tropical hello.
I don´t feel the cold at all.
The easy breeze brings treats from the equator.
Sweetening temperature as I find new ways to sugar coat the metaphor.
All year round tans shake hands-
and kiss cheeks.
Some things in paradise remain hard-
like coconut shells and parrot´s beaks.
The first quenches your thirst with a straw and a hammer.
The second welcomes you with squawks and perhaps talk in a cheeky manner.

Just the job.

She loves biology.
Physically like the body.
And romantically like the Amazon.
She´s put in the woman hours.
And her sunny disposition is a bonus.
She´ll get the job!

Train globin!

Roaring in the train.
Many hands are reaching to secure themselves.
So trapped are we all. So nailed, confirmed to our station.
Armpits and re-adjusting bags and foot positions.
As it rocks and shakes, screeching and bumping.
The stopping to change faces.
What a rush as the doors open and we flow out like blood.

Notable perfect goddess?

How would you like to bash me with the clouds.
Looks like god gave you that power. And proud...
Send me into your private dimension...
Where i get lost in my feelings for you.
Real life zero mention.
Taunt me being the most feminine creature in the southern hemisphere.
Toast my insides as my heart´s aflame.
Though zero care.
Not a nod or a shrug from you.
Not a blink. As you Pass me with that smirk walk right through...
Whether I have you or not the smell of me wont leave.
Golden as you are.
Warm as you keep these empty rooms.
The shrine is cracking there are holes.
Yet I still worship you.