the crinkling wrappers
cats meow in unison
an endless hunger
falling into a nightmare
reality overload
Tag: poetry
Time
taken by intense exhaustion
unaware that sleep has arrived
the computer sits, forgotten
to be taken from the realm of time
one minute, the music is playing
and I can feel the love of my life in the house,
unaware that peace has taken me
too soon from you
The Canvas
a desire for colours on a canvas
squeezing paints into small & large holes
a smearing & mixing of images
chunky & smooth lashings
the insatiable desire to paint & to please herself
abandoning the delusions
clouds form within the roof
gushing & wriggling within different paints
becoming a masterpiece
Canvas Collection
increasing persimmon light
the azure, grey, and all the blues and blacks
decreasing pink blue pastels
the beginning of a canvas
painting the day with so many different strokes
ending your painting day
increasing inspiration
the momentum of energy takes you on a journey
your canvas collection
Ourselves
Coffee steaming from my favourite porcelain
sitting, listening to the music of the house
You are in the other room de-stressing again
any form of procrastination will help you
I feel the weight of my possessions, my lives
dreaming, whispering words as I write
We dream in different rooms, in different ways
yet we come together despite ourselves
You: My Pebble
I looked for you
between the hearts and the shapes
of pebbles found discarded on the
colourful sea shore.
Would you be a smooth pebble,
a sharp and blunt pebble,
or a pebble never to be found?
I chose my favourite pebble,
and it was you.
Conflicted by Liberation
Each day flowed in compartments
waking at a time chosen by someone else
Working from fog-covered dawn to the darkness of night
whispering to the wind of dreams
Earning a place at the coward’s table
watching comrades die, fall into death, and become death
Whispering hope to our unseen God
enveloping my sorrow when liberation gave us a chance
Between Dreams
I called to you,
timid at first and then hoarse from the echoes.
I thought you had gone.
I found myself calling to you from our bedroom,
and you looked haunted.
“A dream”, I said from a dream,
“A dream without you in the nothingness of life.”
What will we become?
The people slowly changed.
Once larrikins and mates, the masses become willfully ignorant and obsessed with status anxiety.
Consumed by foreign entertainment.
We hoped the people would watch, listen, read, and critically think about important issues.
The people became unkind.
Once lovers of freedom and looking out for each other, now many are entitled and would step on your bones.
Our Saturday election day.
We looked at the masses voting for the hardworking rich, while crushing the dreams of the classes they belong to.
What are we becoming?
From behind the blinds
Watching the way the world turns
Feelings of censure
Whispering affirmations
Freedom slowly bleeds away
C & K 