Reflecting Spring

Spring sprung,

nectar-filled flowers

not the only
thing to bloom.
Heart and cock
connected?
Stem, check,
certainly pulse.
Awakened
subconscious,
rabbit hops
to its hole,
stopped
to converse,
such is
life’s curse!
A beauty,
at that,
now to ponder,
how has
evolution changed,
our inner workings?
As a clock,
piece by piece,
to pluck,
nine parts
in whole,
can fix many disease,
yet no cure
for aching heart!
Imagination,
mind playing tricks?
Thumping ticks,
turns some
into lunatics,
what a lot
to be thrown
into the mix.
All connected,
one beating heart,
reality
a fragile existence,
can’t rinse
some mistakes,
so embrace!
Learn and earn,
still somehow I yearn,
adding the coals
inside
the fire does burn.
What keeps one
alive,
will to survive,
natural selection,
what of detecting correction?
Spiders spin
such magnificence,
my mind
always lost,
in that simplest
of bliss,
though,
many booby traps,
bear traps collapse,
multi-faceted
String theory
to follow
where my stem
reflects
 
 

 Deeds

Judging,

then not

at yourself

reflect,

focus, introspect,

not for others

to correct.

Heart,

countdown

to saga’s end,

known by deeds,

did righteously defend?

Embrace

land

of noble birth,

all in self,

find worth.

Crystalline reflection,

moisture drips,

stalactite above.

Deep cave,

ever spiraling down,

fill or empty,

swim or drowned?

Serenade

 

One last serenade

then fades,

all in, not enough,

out of,

can you lend?

I’m late, famous last words,

running out,

not filling up!

Ticking away,

never enough of.

Where has all mine gone?

Looped, on repeat,

paused, just to see,

ripples of

reality.

It was yours,

just in the nick of,

a little,

just on,

not enough,

caught in.

Ticking down,

now

and then,

over yet,

or did just begin?

Rearrange

 

How do I look?

Don’t change,

layer of masks,

just rearrange.

Cover your face,

nothing to conceal,

your dreams, don’t chase,

not okay to feel.

You look great,

if you listen to me,

devil in the details,

this angle, you only see.

To cut deep,

how many layers through,

to get to the center,

too many, too few?

Be free,

improvise,

don’t stop there!

Little left, little right,

subterfuge!

Rainy Day

 

 
Drips conglomerate,
fill the view,
no difference
in what
modern children do.
If sun shining bright,
heat, instead of chill,
inside still sit,
the youth of yester-year.
Connected, not together,
separate, but to machine,
only difference to them,
no glare
reflecting on their screen.
No thought of how
to get away
with sneaking off,
catching a session of splashing,
before being caught,
repercussions unhash.
Instead, a blanket,
extra layer of clothes,
in exchange for no need
to change angles from sun’s view.
Is this the way
of future, so certain,
set in stone,
ingrained indeed
into our psyche,
into our very bone,
or will life prevail,
imagination of future kids’ sail
back to vast lands,
forgotten for some time,
by some,
lost without philosophical pursuit,
sweet, soft poetic wile?
Will the time come,
when kids will meet some
others with to connect,
or are we truly too late,
unduly fate,
no way to correct?
 

Unravel

Not a temple,
Organic machine,
Begging for
Connected breathing.
Correct
Misinterpretation,
Too much
Society’s poison,
Direct inject.
Embrace pain,
Teachings
Will obtain,
Let yourself
Go insane,
Unravel
the binds,
Return to nature,
Only then
Opened eyes.
Lungs inhale,
Ship prepared,
Set sail!
Adventure now
Can’t be replaced,
Reject
Sheep’s drink,
Heavily laced.
Drink from the well,
First time
True taste.

Celebrate

 

No areas gray,
in between,
seen,
unseen,
void
unknown
where seed are sown.
Giant
God,
right,
wrong,
not so easy
to distinguish.
Disintegrate,
or celebrate,
honour our ancestors home,
all
returned to ash, from bone.
Hear the calling,
feel the moment,
don’t linger,
with all your heart, grab a hold!
Grasp fire,
ice grips you,
frost fair,
or all is lost?
Stripped bare!
Your mind,
body,
soul,
the cost!
Awaken
deep from slumber,
in dreams
ancestors show
the path,
no return,
serenity is known.
Be still,
at peace,
wrestle
with eternity,
fight with all your will,
or be ground up
in the mill.