I called me a worm.
A caterpillar.
I told me to molt.
Become someone different,
And unfamiliar.
Wrapped in a cocoon,
And turned into goo.
In a stage of growth,
And that can hurt the most,
But I’ll pry myself out.
Im something strange,
Something changed,
Less deranged,
But similar.
Still I just feel like goo.
A froglet to frog,
Larva to pupa,
Tadpole to toad.
Even termites show growth.
One day,
I’ll be fully grown.
So I’ll spread my wings,
Not,
Because I told me to.
Not,
Because I said I should.
Not,
Because I said I would.
But,
Because I’m ready to be shown.
For now though,
For now,
I have no issue,
Being goo.
IN AND OF TODAY’S ICE-COLD POLITICAL
WINTERING OPPRESSION: 2026
In iced-injustice,
Hued lives are daily iced-out;
Even native-borns:
The red-flow of injustice,
Iceing-out equality:-
Today’s iceberg
Political oppression,
Must now be met
With liberty’s steamed larva
Of flowing retribution:-
Ice-cold oppression
Must now face human nature’s
Springing rebirthing:
Democratic liberty,
Greatly blossoming again:-
God’s human nature,
Is to be in his service!
Not of Satan’s hate:-
Thus, it is time for us to
Get our al sisu all lit up!
It concertinas over my skin,
around my wrist it trundles
on those stumpy limb nubbins
neither veering left or right.
Sublimely unaware of distance,
even when it lifts its round
jaw-bound head,
the yellow and black larva
searches only for a green world
to clamp onto.
I pluck it up from its lonely trek,
place it onto a Mulberry bush -
the fuzzy slinky pauses,
then commences to chomp down
on one more world,
a place that in time,
will be converted
to a yellow and black
grubbiness.
?Something's burning in my chest
?Like a river of fiery larva
?It's the ocean of savaging doubts
?A faltering in which my thoughts dwell
?
?My bed is a deck of remembrance
?My heart, a wave of many memories
?Lost in the storms of what could've been
?Left with the choice of what's to come
?
?A fragile heart, a heavy soul
?Weighed down by the weight of vice
?The fire burns, the flames rise high
?A reflection of blood shed by my soul
?
?The ghosts of good old past
?Haunt me, with forever to stay
?I seek a glimmer, a thin bit of hope
?Even a strength of many coalitions
?
?I'm searching for a lifeline
?A beacon in the dark
?A guide against my raging err
?A command of peace to my troubled waters
Chrysalis convenes with Night
Larva soon lost from Sight
Golden Goddess Delight
Emoting Eternal Light
IN PRAYERFUL REDEMPTION
Oh, Precious God,
Let Today’s Evil Be
As Snowballs
Sent To Hell:-
And may
Power Mongering
Be The Bed
Of Its Larva:-
Likewise, God,
Let Us Reflect
Peace And Love:
Serving You,
In Service To,
All Who Need
Labors Of Love:-
I recall the rural life of the butterfly
Extravagantly —that proud floating mass of wings.
Her wings flutter from sea to coast so eloquently,
Yet silent with the muteness of frightened breeze.
They are banners with buntings of newness — striped,
Spotted, arched, dotted.
Her flamboyant life history, reading it backwards,
Is an exhibition of time and cosseted patience....
The winged one, aged and tried, schleps to the stirs of a narcoleptic pupa,
Hanging on the banisters of a dear larva who's egged on to
Run the full circle and announce the mating time and a most
Fragile conception.
Kill the spark
the fire dies
Mute one voice
and Poets cry
Kill the larva
kill the host
Burn your bridges
— post by post
(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)
Things doesn’t go the way we want,
They go the way we do for it.
Results I got harsh, which I can’t,
Future happens according to one’s did.
Was a larva tried hard and hard to rest,
But am a butterfly which could not fly.
Understood the assignment after just,
The results came out, can’t time just rewind.
Trumpcanoes vomit,
diuretic lava flows:
Justice melting down::-
TODAY’S POTUS’ RED LARVA
Making The Nation
Great Again, he’s erupting
Our democracy:
Oppressive lava flowing
Hot power-mongering blood:-
A lunar moth sublime will fly to light
Green larva changes to a lovely moth ,
Its cycle of life like death will bring insight .
Death like a moth you flit about for naught ?
And your karma is like your next life’s cloth
If you fly to close to the light you get burned,
And you will reincarnate lesson earned.
GO GO
GIVE GIVE
GENEROUS @ @ GENEROUS
GIFTS GALORE | | GIFTS GALORE
BUTTERFLIES BELONG B BUTTERFLIES BELONG
BANKED BESIDE BOXCARS U BANKED BESIDE BOXCARS
MONARCH BUTTERFLY WING T MONARCH BUTTERFLY WING
LARGE VIBRANT ORANGE T LARGE VIBRANT ORANGE
AND BLACK MARKINGS I E AND BLACK MARKINGS I
LOVE YOUR JOURNEY R LOVE YOUR JOURNEY
SEE YOU ACROSS F SEE YOU ACROSS
NORTH AMERICA OH L NORTH AMERICA OH
CANADA YES Y CANADA YES
TO MEXICO GO TO MEXICO GO
EGG LARVA AND G EGG LARVA AND
CHRYSALIS WE O CHRYSALIS WE
MILKWEED IS MILKWEED IS
YOUR HOSTING H YOUR HOSTING
FLOWERED O FLOWERED
PLANTS M PLANTS
BORN E BORN
GO GO
FREEDOM
From just a tiny egg, beauty can grow
Following its plans from the very start
With all the colours it will finally show
Next, the larva becomes the chrysalis
Then wings will emerge as abstract art
With the natural cycle knowing all this
To those earlier stages it says goodbye
As a wondrous process from the start
Its final freedom, as a proud butterfly
From just a tiny egg, beauty can grow
Wings then emerging like abstract art
Its final freedom, as a proud butterfly
From egg to larva or caterpillar
emerging to pupa or chrysalis,
comes nice butterfly : process seems thriller.
Transformation termed metamorphosis.
Womb to birth : next phases of life to pass
fooled by deep delusion or illusion
on continued efforts to surpass
ignorance, reaching illumination.
Sometimes life floating or sinking in lust ,
embowered by selfishness and malice
waiting for full formation to out burst.
Consciousness to wake, not being enticed.
When misdirected, going through crisis,
Blessings from above are sure to shower.
Cosmic cycle on metamorphosis.
Universe holds energy and power.
Like free butterfly to suck pure nectar:
After demise, soul on bilocation,
sips divine wine in different sector :
Metamorphosis with evolution.
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