The creator knows I am a child

It’s true. I have become soft. So soft on me. The terror of abandonment needed softness to heal. Too soft? I don’t have the answer to that. I am what I am. I believe, I sense, under the softness is an iron hard Plutonian core. Forged in the furnace of experience. Experience is the best…

Serving it up

I serve it up, raw, unprocessed sustenance. Uncooked. Raw meaning unfiltered through a trying to fit-in lens. There is someone or something in "here" besides "the pleaser" I have been "formed" to be. There is a critic in here. I do my best to feed the lover but the critic can make a meal of…

What day is it?

a fucking blue day oh oh oh breathe breathe breathe watch your thoughts observe yourself blah blah blah fuck fuck fuck off off off if i could paint blue paint everywhere i would! perhaps i can! ha! in my mind everything is fucking blue how about that? thoughts manifest therefore the entire planet is blue…

Earth

Bloody earth Saturated with killings, death, destruction What are we doing to ourselves? Speciesism is the old world We are creating the new world Now At our centre we are a teeming ocean full of life A regenerative forest floor But outside of our golden hearts We are a raging torrent of grief How do…