A moment in Lith
You behind the camera
emptiness in front
Sombre music plays
within your mind as you click
wars outside rage on
Photographic storytelling
shadows and ghosts
one of the forgotten places
A Lith Moment
Tag: poem
Wintry Feels
Grey moss-covered day
the chilly aer touches me
Green wintry feels come
The Plastic Bags
Plastic bags
from Coles and Woolies
hidden away
in the laundry cupboard
Destined to be
tiny garbage bin liners
holding waste
in the cramped landfill
Cries from below
millions of unloved bags
lingering onwards
decomposing so slowly
The Idealist
An idealist
laughter from the Neo-liberals
A commodity
in a society obsessed with cash
The clock
ticks laughter as the desk shrinks
Ideas fade
under the crushing weight of living
My poetry
self-censoring in exchange for cash
High Tide
The moon cast her light
a grumpy sea ignored her
The high tide begins
Work Ghosts
Feet in the corner
My ghosts sit in the cold spot
Haunting my workday
Discount
A bitter Winter
They offer a small discount
Selling all the trees
The Deal
We sealed the deal with
gems in exchange for freedom
invisible chains
worshipped, adored, and famous
the soul cries out for freedom
Dreams of Victory
our parents glorified the war
courage in sacrifice, honour in duty, and pride in country
we dreamed of the victories
old enough to fight, green as grass
training for the glory and the adventure in a foreign land
an unexpected chance comes along
the nation we serve sent us here
arid land, mountains and dirt, a misunderstood religion
days turned into months and years
a child exploded near the wall yesterday during sunset
shoot and bombing without thinking
another day, another order to master, no time to think
the message from our masters came on a dirt hot day
we are leaving this place for good
the nation we serve decided to leave after 20 years
feeling unsound, we board a flight sending us back home
emptiness fills the neglected places
too much time to think about the war we lost, the impact
sitting at home watching current affairs
the Taliban rip down pictures of women, hide them away
the country regresses into a Theocracy
thoughts of sacrifice, honour, and pride
those thoughts are thoughts left behind in another time
these thoughts threaten my existence
my parents do not know me
I am a failure in the story of their glorified war stories
they have no stories to tell
Headlights
Lost in morning fog
the headlights give me away
Fresh wind on my face
C & K 