Flowing to You Pt.1

Squishy family

Connect like drops of water

Squishy squishy squish

Have you ever listened to the glisten of a kiss upon the wrist, while all the feelings in remission seem to linger clenching fists, within a dark and lonely prison where the lashing leather twists, and the dead among the living know that one is one, but which?

Have you ever reasoned as the rivers cut their lesions through the dry and salty earth, that the changing of the seasons had been feasting on the meaning of the people that you’re pleasing, making rosaries of dirt, to hand out to the needy with your fingers cracked and bleeding, always and ever leaning, with the lessons learnt in worth?

Intermission

Decisions

Rely on religion?

Or craft with precision

A new type of vision?

Giving and given

What to do with this wisdom?

Are you Sirius or what?

Transmission.

Forgiven.

Forgive

Fall

Finally Feet!

Find your way

Feel the collisions

Are you feeling something?

Are you finally living?

Or just panning for gold

A slow gentle sieving

Sorting through some old misgivings

Dry dust drawn down in a deluge of death

Dipped in the last of the drippings.

Drip.    Drip.    Drip.

Drip and sip.

Touch your lips, a kiss to a wrist

Untangling roots in mycelium pits

The cords are unwinding

Has anyone learned how to knit?

Won’t somebody think of the kids!

Boxes without any lids

Are you feeling the air?

Is it despair?…

You there?

Now give me your opinion if you are willing, as your ears have started ringing, and the precognition’s tingling, to the tune of sirens singing sailing soldiers soundly on.

It’s here,

it’s here,

it’s gone.

Have you landed on the rocks or did you swing your magic wand?

Have you sat there undecided, as the cold and bloody tyrants sit and shy from all the violence running tallies on the graves, to help them in the plight of who will next inside be knighted, or just simply be reminded, that there’s nothing on the plate?

Rhyme wrapped in reason

Or just plainly seeing

I’m hearing you’re still not believing

The mice were all blind

Still in perfect in time

The music they felt through their feet.

Agreeing,

The leaves on the trees smelled their most luscious and sweet..

On the rainiest days…

Through small window panes…

at the end of the loneliest streets.

Let’s meet!

What do you say?

In a meadow with sunflowers and bales of hay, where the birds are all singing of our frabjous day, let’s clasp at the hands and tread out our names. We were never afraid.

There’s no finer place to place our remains.

So to bed now and rest for the moon starts to wane.

Dream for the dreamers, remember their names.

So to bed now and rest for the moon starts to wane.

The stars wilting petals

Milk washes her face

So to bed now and rest for the Sun comes this way.