Originality

Originality
Inspiration within
Without an influence
Leading to next of kin

A self discovery
Of the essence or core
An ocean odyssey
To untouched fertile shore

I am a butterfly

i am a butterfly
Longing for the cocoon
Bring back January
And not the coming June

The world becomes too wide
Glorious profusion
Gross over abundance
And human intrusion

This abandoned heart will

This abandoned heart will
No longer occupy
Yet ghost gardens still grow
Evidence of the try

The shell of a locust
Skin of an aging snake
A point of no return
Despite longing or ache

Are these eight lines merely

Are these eight lines merely
Long run-on sentences
Of hopeful tomorrows
And past repentences

Scribbled on note paper
In hurried handwriting
And transposed to print like
A rod used for kiting

The magnificent words

The magnificent words
Strung like lights in the dark
Perpetual echoes
The forever, hark hark

Jewels, precious metals
Forming crowns of content
Worn with fluid gowns on
A high throne of intent

To live without master

To live without master
Not slave or consumer
Of wants and dreams like an
Unstoppable tumour

Not driven by the past
Or future hopes or fears
Accepting the risks
Unchartered life careers

Forced to participate

Forced to participate
Technology success
The state of art beauty
Ugliness of progress

The consumption of land
And water full of crud
The misconception of
The World is still a bud