Outside

Tropical rainbow fish mandala
Adorns the fine feathers the hummingbird Laps the sweet nectar i so long to sample
To void my pallet of these bitter memories and experiences.
I long to congregate with the flowers the purpose of pollen wings beating a thousand helicopter
Flits and flutters
The purpose it serves; supplemented by bats and bees
To provide pollination and  render life from its sterile state. To join the symphony of nature
Like the bow of Anne Sophie Mutter
Concordance with purpose and preservation of life
But all I i feel is tuneless taughtness of over tightened strings
Wires made to dance, wires that wail and squeak
The simple tongue bow
Meets no nectar when I play the field of flowers welcomes not the caress of the destroyer
For that is how nature lauds us
Those who trample and picas opposed to propagate
Lonely in a field of vibrant hues
But seen as a chocking weed.
Nature sees only our destruction and grey, wingless forms
Trusted once to Icarus
Scorching where we tread
Detached and barren
Urban sprawl
Unable to stop and smell the redolent roses, tender tulips and wildflowers that dare show only moments before concealing from the hikers intrusive boot
Humanity has fallen to the point
That we no longer belong. The separation bleeds out in loneliness trapped in an incomprehensible-world
Unwelcome though we intrude
For sanity’s sake
But never can the nectar and rainbows be truly savoured
As we are lashed to a profoundly sick society and have adapted ourselves accordingly
In a sterile living and destructive death.
This is the plight of humanity.

Anxiety

Voices of doubt,

Voices

Of doubt

Like a wind that yields the limb

To its point of fracture

The screaming tree, holding on, holding on

Fly and flow with fever and fear

Leaves long lost

To torrential wind’s breath

Tumultuous tearing, the ripping talons

Of the angry concrete skies

Roots moan and creak, solidified

In the soggy earth

Made moist with tears of passing clouds

My head is a cannon, firing back and forth

My mind, my mind, my mind battles

Bludgeoning hope with each windy lash unleashed

This is the face of my anxiety

The two voices in terse opposition

Tearing me apart

My breath counteracts the wind

I breathe, manipulating the wind that seeks to destroy

Like a wild animal, snared; willing to chew off its own limb

Hobbled but free from this hell

Flow like the limb; yield but never shall I break