Blue Throat

Building up
Call me a shocker
My Khara
A vela
Stare at me
Samudragupta
Harsher than Vardhana
You think on deva
My palms the king ender
Rajendra Chola
River flows faster
Tigerseye
Simhadeva
Shivaji conquers
Heart stoppers
Oh kings stood together
In calmer destruction
Consumed
Nilakantha.

Natural Impulse

I am the sky
Empty
Plain
And in the nights
Either clouded
Or cold
In quiet shadows
A striking history revealed.

Hyperbole

Everything is inconsequential
We can act how we want
But even action has no meaning
So why act at all
Stay still and
With a wry smile
Know kindness is calmer.

All Incredible

Honestly?
Life is hard
But I always smile every day
Because I walk home to a place with food waiting
And a family that has my back no matter what
This is life
This is my smile I cant stop smiling
And every time you see me angry
You know you aren’t in my family
You aren’t living on your own
Where is your good life?
What is your own life?
The sun is a factor for sure
But at some point in the day
Every day
I have to breathe deeply and ask myself
Why people want me to stop being me?
This is me
This is living
Please
Start living on your own
Be brave
Don’t take it out on me that you can’t find your strength
Find hope
If you cant find any, look harder
And closer
Look at your fantastic body running itself
Look at the warmth on your clothed skin
Look at the food in your stomach
Look at your ability to stand upright
And walk inch by inch
And see colour
And fly in your mind
And explode in oceans and rhythms
And lose yourself
And hide
And crawl
And collapse entranced
Retrace memories
Laugh at old stories
Feel the wind on your face
Count your teeth
Mix your emotions
Mess up your hair
Face forever
And laugh
This is all incredible.

Honest One.

I cannot deny who I am
Hate me
Do what you want
Give what you take
Fight what you love
Trail along
Furnace your mind
Wish you were care
Stamp on my arms
Twist and crush
Fear me
Honest one
I am far beyond
FEAR ME
I AM
HONEST ONE.

Roar

I am shamanic
Inside this heart
Tribal fires
Wide eyes
Painted skin
I am Aztec
I am Quetzalcoatl
Everything in me
I live on the highest plateau
I am tattooed, naked, burnt
I am kayo, tyro.

Capacity

And well I said photograph
Sitting in the bare sunlight
No filters for the firefighters
I wonder what everyone thinks
Push for freedom
Relying on others
Healthy oats
What do people see?
Cracks on the surface?
A movement of entropy?
It felt to me like a best friend
Otherwise nearer than far
Plywood planes float in the thermals
And learning stretches its legs in blades of grass
There is nowhere
Nobody ultimately goes inside
And far from the coliseum
Compromise and coercion
Everything eventually fades further
Everything falls apart
Beyond this God is the only hope
And God isn’t around.