Daily Death
Sakura falling, time passing played out; beauty in death..
Eccentric, eclectic and eternally stuck between the duality of being a student and a teacher.
Sakura falling, time passing played out; beauty in death..
My lover sleeps still, words drift by on rustling winds; thieving wordsmith toils..
Social dating apps, Thinly veiled catalogue; Hunter or hunted?.
Tiredness creeps closer, Energy of youth exhausted; Wind and rain aches bones..
River carry me, Down to the sea, Where I belong. Eagle guide me, High on the winds, Where I belong. Wolf pack lead me, Across the plains, Where I belong.
The morning clock, ringing pain in my head, reaching for silence, the household demanding. Dogs and cat shouting, desperate to be fed, pet ownership was supposed to be rewarding.
Outside dogs playing, welcome scene from cleaning house; rain, muddy floor again..
Within each and every one of us all, exists all the splendours of life. Or so I'm told by psychiatrist, scientist, and the man behind the bar.
Deft fingers of pain, wretched agonies cruel touch; named today, Lupus..
Sakura blossom, Whispering petals descend; White carpet, blown away..
The rigour of daily routine in life, a hard stricture to hide yourself within. You must do this now, panic, worry, fear; each danger looming ever closer still. No wonder you look so tired and...
Blue poppies promise rapture, Slow chant grinding out; On whispered wind I hear war..