She said:

I need you

in a way

you don’t need me

I feel it in my skin

On my tongue

When you talk

I’m searching

For meaning

I see you

in a way

you don’t see me

When you move

I’m yearning

For touch

On my skin

Under my tongue

When you saw me

needed me

knew me

It broke me

Yet

I still write

of longing...

Broken promises

destroy

lives

once balancing

on the precipice of hope

The beacons once lit

now dwindle

The tides of change

ebb where they once flowed

harrowing stories

and lives laid bare

for nought - nothing

Yet nothing prepares us

for wholesale betrayal

like the lives we’ve lived

We’ll eat your broken promises

for breakfast

Collect kindling for more fires

on the shore

Gather o...

Energy that distorts

the minds eye.

Behold,

desolate landscapes

broken relationships

poisonous people.

Trust no one.

Take them down

in your spiral

of distortion.

Glorify then nullify.

Burn those bridges.

Revel in regret.

Remember,

the road back

is paved with a patience

rarely found.

Hurt is habitual

but habits can change.

Broken things

can be mended....

The last line

Line them up for measure

Measure by colour, by skin, by race

Race to the bottom, race to end

End the race or be civilised

Civilised or colonised

Colonised bodies, colonised minds

Minds that resist the line

Line them up for correction

Correction of thought, correction of action

Action speaks louder than...

Than thoughts that become words

Words are stripped of meaning

Meaning is l...

Every day seems the same

Life:

An endless

algorithmic sameness.

Because you see

what you need to see

to make sense of

this

dystopian

chaos.

Every day seems the same

War:

An endless

battle for your attention.

You can't see

what you need to see

to make sense of

this

dystopian

chaos.

Every day seems the same

Love:

An endless fight

for survival.

Can you see

what you need to see

to make...

They stole our joy.

Ordered us back

to

this

side

of

the

line.

There was joy

in our ways

of knowing

of seeing

of doing

of being.

There was fear.

And their ways

of knowing

of seeing

of doing

of being

were imposed.

You must settle

for happiness

said they.

You must inhabit

this

side

of

the

line....

Because there is none,

only slaughter and death.

Pale white bones

lay under school yards....

Pattern seekers

map our souls

in liminal space.

Seeing, knowing, feeling

constellations of connections

beyond the minds eye.

A cacophony of interrelation

ebbs, flows and resolves into

a symphony of comprehension.

‘Greater is the one’

knows the seeker.

Truth is intangible

as it fragments

and reforms.

Maps are made,

yet the maker

is not the speaker.

The maker leaves beacons

like r...

The package has been sent.

Binary code on light wings travels.

Destination determined by chance.

A blue hue pervades

as she waits for her connection.

Eyes drift as she sips her recharge.

The package has been sent.

Energy flows relentlessly.

Contained as if by will not design.

Purpose takes the form of movement

as the recharge kicks in.

‘One last pass through c-space’ she thinks.

The pack...

There’s a saying

we have all forgotten.

That it’s lost

leaves it unspoken.

We grasp at words

in a flurry of

beginnings with no end.

Beginnings

with

no…

She sat in the doorway

contemplating the words

out

of

reach

She drank in the sunlight

to keep the darkness at bay.

For s...