Finding a path

 We lose who we are
In and out of ourselves
Force and vulnerability
What we sell has no value
What we give is close to heart

We lose our map
Life is a basket
Desires those fancy wrapper bars
Filled with chocolate or sweets
Sense of luck

The door opened
Invited we walk inside
But once inside we are lost
My hands don't want to leave the wheel
My foot the pedals

Losing myself
Life is a vase of red wine
Euphorias and hangovers
abundance and addiction
symbols so exhausting

Balance sweet balance
We lose ourselves chasing solutions
That don't change the underlying problem
So we keep walking on a path already paved
Defaced with graffiti like the words confusion

Like the words no direction
Even the trees that line the path
Branches point toward phantom destinies
Not gracefully but awkwardly
Let me just raze it all

Warm myself next to flames
build my own path next to the ashes
Mix it all into the cement
Then start paving until I reach the hill
Where my place will be built.

Narkumfaru a universe of dreams

 I am a shadow in the streetlight at night.
I sought sleep but not a wink in sight.
So I wander the streets, my teeth sensitive.
My tongue dry, movements tentative.

I leap streetlight to streetlight like a stoat.
nothing registers my approach.
I steal traveling bodies and pack them.
bundling them into my sack for dream.

I return to the invisible shelter Narkumfaru.
Counting lost ones like animals in a zoo. 
testing their dreams with curiosity and care.
sewing forbidden places with their nightmares.

behind the invasive bamboo left to grow free.
I witness the old timid spirits greet me.
Distribute the lost ones back into their heads.
Back into their homes and respective beds.

A piece of them mine forever filling a cup.
to galaxies in a new universe I draw up.
To the shape and reality that pleases me.
One where I reign surreal sovereignty.

One where I get a decent night's sleep.

Lifting the morning

 Pain sinks in and the cold does too
Each muscle stubborn and sore
I must lift theres more in store
Lift myself toward life

I ignore the strain
I take my next step to find
I'm leaving my weakness behind
Believing in the reserves

On the steel pushing and pulling
sculpting the body
Despite the pain
Despite the strain

Pushing through difficulty
restoring this strength

Where the brick is exposed

 I sit in the sunday sun light rays.
relaxing my body and mind.
I look up to the big walls of pale gray.
That layer of concrete exposing red brick at random intervals.
There is something aged about this surface.
A single black vulture sits atop as if waiting, not soaking up the sun.
Not searching the open roads for carcasses.
Just at home upon the structure.

A place only shadows know.
A place bird feces have stained.
A place people used to inhabit.
Where the utilities have long been cut.
I stare up at the great structure.
Through dirty glass, moss and shade.
Something flickers, nay something beckons.
My eyes searching for an apparition. 

Into the depths of Thelxinoë

 Into the ocean
Dive right on in
Here beyond the flags where it is not safe
There are currents that will drag you in further

There are undertows
and hidden reefs
There are spiny fish
Looking to get things impaled upon themselves

Out further in the depths there are strange reptiles
That swim through the jungles of sea grass
There is abundant plantlife upon the floor
Growing toward the dim light above

There are thousands of miles of desolate nothingness
where chewed bones protrude from sand
Not a living thing moves here
A otherworldly dead layer of algae covers everything

There are leviathans
That chase and kill out of wrath
Only eating to survive
Never satisfied

Rolling and treading

 Rolling
Choking
seeking
overland

Rolling
sweeping
leaping
Sprinting insanely

Rolling rolling...

Treading
Lifting
Absorbing daylight
Becoming

Brimming
Steaming
Moving
Alive

Treading treading...

Mooi meisie

 South african girl
French descent
Tree fort stone's throw from the house
In the shade of a riverside forest

In the shade of her eyes
Honey in her eyes
Not far from my house
Seemed she cared

The grass would get knee high
So her old man put horses in the field
She would call me to meet her 
Those eyes filled with honey

The oldest austere
The youngest cautious
The middle girl with the honey eyes
Was an adventurer just as I was

She would look at my father as if he was a God
I failed to plant one kiss