Dissimilitude of my creative epitome

 I am clothed
yet I feel undressed
I have so many choices
But I feel powerless

I have acquired stamina in my hustle
however I am exhausted
I have grown new muscle
Though I feel weak

When will it be my time
The the crust of glory becomes something I myself devour
my patience is tested
Because I cannot wait for this hour

I am pure creativity
But my mind is blank
My libido pulses with sensitivity
But I feel impotent

What is this cruel trickery devised from where the unseen stare
Stirring reality and adulterating it's incgredients with waking nightmares
Past rising to consume me and once again I smash it all into tiny shards
Thus becoming whole, visionary, passionate and hard!

The supply room at school

 School was talking fantasy film
Abandoned class room now for stock
Young girls with cute lisps
carried away with details

curly headed consciencious nerd
Who indulged the lisped young girl
Organizing material for the next exhibition
Then embracing in the empty corridor 

School was creating or building an image
then throwing it away
as if it were never you
As if you were above it

School was long winded opinions on cult classics
as cut into acres of paper
sit by and study the periodic table
Big empty rooms

Handfuls of empathy
Constant change silly confessions
That sent the struggling teen soul nosediving
speculating on teacher's past times

prospecting toward the forbidden
with wiggle room to deny everything later
To offer excuses by feigning naivety
weaving those very first webs of deception

Pet winning kilograms

 He spent his life eating,
becoming round and docile.
Non resistant,
giving his jolly self to the moment.

He spent his life playing.
The constant infant.
Somehow unreasonable.
Yet deep down so shapeable.

How much of us are just impulse,
nojo nojo instinct.
What are we but messes,
that need consistant cleaning.

Rigorous maintenance

Temple ruins and legacy

 That was our last vestige
That was the temple of the bloodline
Built so tall with noble wood
strong stable supports
Complex catacombs beneath

Passages all through it
Remains of the living areas covered in mould
Deep rot and layer upon layer of dust
Rebuilding all this will take decades

The tower where your cross sat is busted by storms
I must reset it and have it reinforced
Push these wayward people obsessed with their small games
Into rebuilding you whole

Gratitude to death

 Death occupies itself inside a pigeon's body
Doing it's work dutifully inside and out
feathers ruffled and a missing eye
just an opening with a grey and pink nothing

Claw haphazard like a spasmodic goodbye
Ants make a line find their way to the cadaver
Beak slightly ajar as if finishing the last breath
Or nibbling the last morsel

It flew it's last peaceful flight
suffered the hardness
Enjoyed it's ease
It blesses the mud with it's corpse

Position of final forfeit
Elements and bacteria
Until all evidence of the creature has gone
The angle of the neck is thank you

Unicorns and flightless birds

 Warriors grandiose.
Come along the ridge here on horse back.
Oh so majestic and spiritual.
Where is your metaphor, where is your sacred spear.

And the rotten colonizer.
Oh what will you do with him?
The horrid brutal landbreaker!
Has he not humiliated the honor?

You remain on horseback the longer taiaha by your side.
Will you not smite me for past slights of my restless predecessors?
Hungry to subjugate your chaos into order.
With a bland English stroke.

Can you live in honour just with words and politics.
Must you not reclaim what is yours with the original violence.
Of such to carve out your appropriates of dominion.
Am I the eternal white Devil that should be huned for sport?

Or did you just run out of Moa.

Escaping the giant duck

 The neck extended under water.
Everyone thought it was a plesiosaur.
But it was a duck whose neck extended.
Exended twenty meters and it's body grew greatly.

Then it rose from those eel infested waters.
It clmabered over small islands with only one objective.
To eat us whole of course, so we in turn found refuge.
Little subterranean shelters and corridors.

But we knew one day it's beak would break through,
Thus some of us would be gone forever.
The duck looks so adorable from outside of our hiding shelters.
But when it engages it is worse than any existing land monster.

The question is, what made it grow so fast.
What made it so incredible aggressive.
And how do we survive in a world with a giant duck hunting us.

No it's not a goose, yes it's neck is long.
It bites us and eats us.