Sigils of 26

 I have the grand treasure trove
it opens a smile and just know
anything you imagine
might be inside

I don't bother looking up at the stars
I know my granted requests
In good time I'll go far
I open the chest

Treasure inside
light me upward
circular kingdoms ride
folding inward then outward

Abundance fills my world
Unique happiness straight and curled
The word printed and recognized
Stirfry appetite surrenders

One million tiny reasons
glue themselves together like grease
to make me something greater than I've been
in the limited social perception

The rest gets smoothed out
In the way I have engineered
keen health and longevity
Everything I want for me

Oxygen gives brain clarity
sage in smell and wisdom guide me
 hearbeats into words officially read and heard
 heal healing energy in kilowatts

(KWH)(BPD)(FSYG)(OL025)(HEAL)

carpark spark

 A young man in his early twenties engages
And woos this beautiful person I knew
They sit and speculate about love on the low wall
in the carpark talking about what they like best

Becoming emotional about the overlapping commonalities
Getting closer and closer as the sense of rapport stretches
he regurgitates those little gems of maturity he learned
That don´t reflect himself, but perhaps what he wants to become

They share their first kiss the young couple swooning over it
She had been waiting for almost an hour on that low wall
As the young man was finishing his shift inside the supermarket
freedom atlast hands interlace smiles meet as eyes do

A distant ghost I observe their growing passion
The day dims and they get on his motorbike
Riding off to somewhere inbetween
To practice their new understanding

A guide to grocery shopping

 What you seek is seeking you
never take your wheels off the ground
When life gives you a break take it
Don´t fastforward into some form of productivity

Do not enter the supermarket frowning
Or discard your memory of needed items
Lest you buy everything on impulse 
Things that remain unopened in the pantry

The aisles play the subtle music
Of footsteps and rubber wheels over them
You find a product within the budget
And in it falls for a two second satisfaction 

Do not overfill your grocery trolley
Or discard it into a ditch after filling your trunk
Lest your life end up there in careless mounds 
Discarded things that once had a use

The ghosts of adolescence

 I´d like to think those of the past observe
Still monitoring the events of today
my attention never had such a value
but like a wheel new ground had to be reached

Memories that chunk right back into the present
begging to be eaten once again by the mind's projector
chewing up the screen like licorice
Across the musty warm classroom

eyes melted and weird oneness was felt
Then quickly misunderstood
and swept away in shame
I'd like to peel apart polaroid all of that

Spring thawing out the laziest part of me
Throwing me straight into my routine
Back then just a teenager lost in hormone and failure
Never knowing the value of my attention

Blind to my own magic
to my sorcery through mundane insistant days
Their presence lingered and gave me sparks
Like a wheel I had to roll with nothing to offer

Not aware of my ability
or the way I manifest before them
Just remembering their long hair
lips, tanned legs and soft voices

puberty was just a series of loops for me
fixations that still attempt to sequester attention
even now decades after without the hormones or failure
These longing thoughts pierce balloons of peace

Groves behind paradise

 They grew bananas as thick as a person's arm
Spent these days pruning and joking
Life was comradery, your team, your fantasy girl
Fast witty banter cutting each other off

The banana farm covered terraces behind the great bungalows
Inside the divine tropical valley, none knew how sacred
One of the new guys confounded at the size of the bananas
Jokes flared up and red faces from over giggling spread

Grins lasted only eclipsed by thick hand rolled cigarettes
Protruding as if extensions of the comedy
They all puffed to keep the embers lively
The smoke so vital in the humid air

Few were grateful
But those ones asked for little and were given everything
most were ungrateful
Receiving much less than they were expecting 

Village window shopping

 Up and down clion village
The finest shops in the state
decorated to look ethereal
Thousands of out-of-towners arrive

You walk and want
The buyer in you haunts

The street itself was flat and straights
prices too high for locals
Creating the unfulfilled desire
Always present

The sense of being the lucky shopper
The inform the cost a heart stopper

Even the rich were reduced to window shopping
Until the item they longed for shone inside the glass
they would take courage and enter just to see the price tag
Exiting with frowns and winces feeling like losers

Wanting, not recieving that thing on the shop shelf
becomes a version of existence unto itself

Then all comfort themselves
In the beautiful layout
Statues and parks
Selfie swings with signs behind them

(Nouvelle aquitane)

Paranoid paradise tribe

 The valley had many brave men all trying to understand
How to best protect the surrounding land
Standing around and planning drawing blanks
Worrying they will lose their paradise to the unknown

Private gardens, great climate and perfect bungalows
For miles into the hills where paddocks and creeks flow
This is all worth defending they thought gripping weapons
This place the way it is without outlanders setting on

Desperate fear consuming the groups of men
Now gathered in a shallow dell on a bend
pledging themselves as the first to defend
But there were no interlopers
No envious eyes or foreign fiends