“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 truth Breathed meaning to our reality Senses mounted and heightened Wishing to be enlightened The search and belief in purity Merging words to give life to emotions Communication of the modern age human race Putting on personas, a different face In a manufactured world that through time slides into place I’ll keep leaving you footprints in the forrest ...Until we dissolve into what really matters
Flight Arched backs raised, seized Hold this circle close to your chest Roundness of handfuls Scoops skin into memories I could write this in your face Limbs dart to loose track Fractions of a soul upon a heart Clenched like a fist caged Ruffled feathers come out easy Bruise with the slightest of touches Cheeks swell Shrugging off the sheets of dust Turn to face the sun Spread your arms like wings Time becomes nothing Returns to light A heartbeat and you will fly again.
Ribcage Home Full Of Brittle Bones Containment is just another arrangement Tracing outlines with chalk Onto train carriage chairs and open doors Breaking out of a closed system Trading time and body shapes with each other It’s all we truly have to offer Nothing more than strings and chords People putting people in boxes Just because we can Isn’t it our nature to try to make sense With names and dates and times Space between the imprints of our outlines Self analytical state of mind Folded cells and stored memories Make 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 surroundings I want to know who responsible for projecting this image Of self consumption and vanity Who is marching the children to the churches Making them think they are born with sin The need to scrub until they are clean Trust in god but not in themselves Will we ever be truly free Fed with fear and the doubt in our minds Progress offered with a back hand By governments and pharmaceutical companies You should have read their conditions Whatever happened to people before profit You wonder why kids are growing up uncaring Too busy getting drunk to care about community But theres a path that has led them here There’s a lack of hope that gets shoved down our throats If this is too hard to swallow Get a spade to dig your own grave But I’ll keeping pushing at the walls Add to the cracks others have made...break free
A Step Away I follow to find Turning you over Exposing sides Deep trenches of desire lines We only have skin and clothes to hide So reflect your face in my eyes Tear back your veins Show me something I’ve never seen before Repetition defines our time As we circle around each other A life in place too tempting to trace Shadow, hair and bone The self contained vessel We’ve lernt to call home
Start Something I like to merge words with time Bind them to make sense of my mind Therapy in tilts and slides Picturing streets and stones Roads I have learnt to call my home As if we live the lives of our projections Protected Surrounded by the whispers of others Memories of our childhoods Listening for sounds Pushing forward with hope in our veins I have my ear to the ground
History Repeats Itself Truth has come to wrap up the still borns Place them in parcels Set them alight along the river drifting down stream Burning bounds of what could have been Give up those small mouthfuls Gleaming guts of glory Gushing forward in such a motion Awkwardly searching to be received with crooked smiles Trading forward thinking for aching bones Who 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 water Moving forward whilst retracting Can 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 skin Humanity’s last lament Crimson as the setting sun That spills across the built up skylines
Sink into the pages of history books Hold your breath for a lifetime