Voices of the Dark and the Deep

IT WAS ONCE BROUGHT TO MY ATTENTION THAT ALL CAPITAL LETTERS WEHN WRITTING ONLINE IS VIEWED AS YELLING AT A PERSON…

PLEASE LET IT BE KNOWN AND UNDERSTOOD HERE ON THE BUBBLE THAT THAT IS NO…

she follows insincerity
confuses illusions
haunting the lightened path
steps softly intruding
eluding
knowledge of the way
trees shy in warning
while clouds close the heavens
shielding …

What made you into the monster
who made me go so wild?
Could I have stopped it?
No,....
because I was just a child

He licked his paws, then trotted down, turning left and hopping the wooden fence, into the short woods to the north.

Tick, tick, it’s Mother Nature
Quack quack, it’s a cow
Tweet tweet, it’s a fish
Cock-a-doodle-do…
Don’t ask.

why am i judged on being me
i thought in this country we were free

For the softness of poetry is what our heart desires
Not the clanging of reason and intellect and mind

implicitly or explicitly
between the wisdom and the faith
the seeds of life
panspermia —
literally seeds everywhere
or more than Panspermia

There, on the floor in the looming shadow of books, sits the boy. Large brown eyes that hide a secret. If you look very closely you could see where a little boy used to be.

It hurts
to write the words
that make their way
slowly and painfully
from my hand to the page

hear the rustle waiting in the scrub
out there in the dark
bone cold fingers snaring entrails
wanting more than blood
thirsty for the screams
that slam against your skull
hunting doors an…

I am nothing but a child from the brunt of life
Beating heart, but not much else inside
And as I’ve grown all I’ve known is what I’ve seen
A well played game, a stifled dream

i hide inside
my shattered mind

Heart
This pain does keep
time with love
on burdened wing
I fall

I feel the pain of the world
like a blade beneath my skin…

I am the invisible one