acceptance
what i am
what another is
change doesn't come
is it any of my business?
cries for help
cries to be left alone
indifference
it can get pretty meaningless
the fabulous stars!
surreal liquid
dolloped on the night sky
shattered is what shows
flow was before
clear undistorted
both ways are real
moonlight -
help is a myth
my tides flow you
where would you turn?
yellow wildflowers on the bank of the stream
the tinkling brook as it flows over stones
laughter....
walked up the valley today, following the stream, fairly
hot with a bit of a wind... small fish darting away as
i walked, white cockatoo's overhead at times and very noisy
with their screeching call...rather lovely gliding around
and flapping ....then crossing over to the other side and
following the stream back down where it winds through
some flat paddocks with dandilion flowers waving in the breeze
and looking along the stream banks and seeing another type
of yellow wild flower admidst the green of the grass and
a sort of light green rush growing up from the water....
the sun and the flowers and the tinkling stream...
the whole thing was just laughing
there is no remedy
no fault ..
beyond what we are
and how can we be blamed for that?
there is no God
no personal benificent entity
something may smile from a distance
but it can canker
moods are hard to explain
and the world doesn't makes sense
I can understand anything except
children being visited with the sins of the parents
There is no intention in anything
my heart is stiff
with no capacity to listen
GOD THIS HURTS
from the blue sky
misery digs the grave
psychosis is pall bearer
kindness and generosity weep in the train.
wrath has moved on.
in the grave
spiders wait to devour
in the silence
slit wrists ooze
soft
falling
rain
smiles curl
hugs congeal
blood flows