that rust-red planet
from the moment he could walk
Mars was once his home
unable to sleep
watching the stars and the sky
longing to return
Sky Man, a Martian
with a soul made of red earth
longing for something
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that rust-red planet
from the moment he could walk
Mars was once his home
unable to sleep
watching the stars and the sky
longing to return
Sky Man, a Martian
with a soul made of red earth
longing for something
they lived in the dark
once there were lights, power lines
now there are candles
the meaning of energy
they lost the information
the bellowing wind
whipping up a storm outside
while we sit snugly
The Void sits by the saucer
another excuse for milk
the leaves of Autumn
to hover over the death
beautiful colours
picking the one that feels right
press a leaf between pages
Within the darkness
you are enveloped inside
sticky Spring-drenched sheets
a fluffy weight on your chest
swiped by the paw of a bear
a warm sunny day
blowing a gale on and off
The flowers looked stunned
tree leaves become ruffled beards
feeling the miffed undertone
the mountain in parts
elastic nature dreaming
the ocean fragments
forming, disintegrating
mountain and ocean are whole
Killing the Roses
Cutting them from their life force
Beautiful petals
Roses guided by design
Stems do stab the oasis
exposed in the snow
an unguarded fantasy
Snow falling on skin
whimsical pagan caprice
unbelieving, unknowing
The olive tree cries
Blood-stained roots long for water
alone in her death
Once the dwelling place of God
now turning to dust and death