Humanity

The state of humanity
is not gratuitous emotion
it is self participation,
it is the art of getting up every day,
it is in carrying on, carrying the growths of pain
taking the next step, telling the story, placeless.

Hail

Tension up in the air
skies are water retaining
angry
quiet,
the hail storm is on the horizon

Water

The average household living standard is a veneer
it causes a mental inflammation, spreading, taking for granted
poverty is not a fluid construction,
it is lack of food
it is a thirsty child, hoarse throated, without water
it is the line crossed from having survival fundamentals
to not having survival fundamentals.

Land

It brutally mirrors us
anger spurts lava
water dissipates, contrary
a lone animal cry in the dark hours
fear cries out from falling rocks
desperate baby cries as trees bleed and crack
haunting greed, fire gathers, takes fields, licks dry and fertile ground.

Dream Defense

reality becomes a white dusty road
I am driving in the afternoon fading light
watching the road become wider
the eye burning dry air is quietly welcoming me back

Lens

Life is a bubble
filtered by opinion
scratched by betrayal
like jackal call before dawn
diluted by the drops of lemon juice
faded by the drumming of time

Grey Day

The winter thinker
Wood gatherer
Fire maker
Flame watcher
Moves into the warmth of day dream

theft

You cast shadows where we only saw shafts of light
Innocence was rewritten to accommodate you
Your darkness was strong enough to shatter glass blown joy formations

Child

every change, every flicker in your eyes
runs my emotional day like a weather forecast
you reflect in me uncertainty
I doubt my mothering capability
when you stare through me with all consuming,
life comprehending eyes

Waking

A vitamin dificient mind
A departure lounge delayed wait
An elevated view
Flickers of remembering before the daylight.

familiars

the consistency of light
fading after the morning glare
subtle against the awakened grass
the pressure of light on blank sand
has slowly moved away from my shipwrecked mind.

bone digger

the present is empty
swallowed by the shadows of the backlands
dry as a dust bone scattered veld
Star speckled dreamscapes remain.