“Poetry is not only dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives. It lays the foundations for a future of change, a bridge across our fears of what has never been before.” - Audre Lorde

Soluble

Haven’t we as humans defined truthBreathed meaning to our reality Senses mounted and heightenedWishing to be enlightenedThe search and belief in purityMerging words to give life to emotionsCommunication of the modern age human racePutting on personas, a different faceIn a manufactured world that through time slides into placeI’ll keep leaving you footprints in the forrest...Until we dissolve into what really matters

Flight

Arched backs raised, seizedHold this circle close to your chestRoundness of handfulsScoops skin into memories

I could write this in your faceLimbs dart to loose trackFractions of a soul upon a heart Clenched like a fist caged

Ruffled feathers come out easyBruise with the slightest of touchesCheeks swellShrugging off the sheets of dust

Turn to face the sunSpread your arms like wingsTime becomes nothingReturns to light

A heartbeat and you will fly again.

Ribcage Home Full Of Brittle Bones

Containment is just another arrangementTracing outlines with chalkOnto train carriage chairs and open doors

Breaking out of a closed systemTrading time and body shapes with each otherIt’s all we truly have to offerNothing more than strings and chords

People putting people in boxesJust because we canIsn’t it our nature to try to make senseWith names and dates and times

Space between the imprints of our outlinesSelf analytical state of mindFolded cells and stored memoriesMake up the parts of this entity

Can we make it a little easier to breathe?

Self Made Systems

If we are a product of our surroundingsI want to know who responsible for projecting this imageOf self consumption and vanityWho is marching the children to the churchesMaking them think they are born with sin The need to scrub until they are cleanTrust in god but not in themselvesWill we ever be truly freeFed with fear and the doubt in our mindsProgress offered with a back handBy governments and pharmaceutical companiesYou should have read their conditionsWhatever happened to people before profitYou wonder why kids are growing up uncaring Too busy getting drunk to care about communityBut theres a path that has led them hereThere’s a lack of hope that gets shoved down our throatsIf this is too hard to swallowGet a spade to dig your own graveBut I’ll keeping pushing at the wallsAdd to the cracks others have made...break free

A Step Away

I follow to findTurning you overExposing sidesDeep trenches of desire linesWe only have skin and clothes to hideSo reflect your face in my eyesTear back your veinsShow me something I’ve never seen beforeRepetition defines our timeAs we circle around each otherA life in place too tempting to traceShadow, hair and boneThe self contained vesselWe’ve lernt to call home

Start Something

I like to merge words with timeBind them to make sense of my mindTherapy in tilts and slidesPicturing streets and stonesRoads I have learnt to call my homeAs if we live the lives of our projectionsProtectedSurrounded by the whispers of othersMemories of our childhoodsListening for soundsPushing forward with hope in our veinsI have my ear to the ground

History Repeats Itself

Truth has come to wrap up the still bornsPlace them in parcelsSet them alight along the river drifting down streamBurning bounds of what could have been

Give up those small mouthfulsGleaming guts of glory Gushing forward in such a motionAwkwardly searching to be received with crooked smiles

Trading forward thinking for aching bonesWho long forgot how to live Dictated purposes and lingering oppression“That’s the same shade as concrete”

Uncertain as the sinking shore that waits for the waterMoving forward whilst retractingCan you see the souls in the dirt?And the marks left by starving artists who scratch at the earth?

Painting a picture of the marks along our skinHumanity’s last lament Crimson as the setting sunThat spills across the built up skylines

Sink into the pages of history booksHold your breath for a lifetime