When I was traveling through a wood
I met the color Orange
Laid out before me, long lost kin
Less on top, more so within
She was the edges and the movement
She was the still frames and the fire inside
She was large, looming death; and the minuscule flit of life
She was the shadow in the afternoon sun -
Elongated, exaggerated, full of shape and being
Orange...
Orange is the next octave of vision
TheStillSepiaOfPastAndTheKaleidoscopeOfPossibleFuturesAllOozingAtOnceFromThePoresOfThisPresentMoment!
All that glitters is orange
Through leaves, dappled, she flows
Down to the rippling water, she knows
How blinding she is to the eye
A thousand dancing mysteries with no reason why
Orange is the world inside out
Where the blue sky burns and silence is a deafening shout
Orange...
In her dominion and her gentle preservation
Is the double sided mirror through which all my reservations
Are left empty
Without merit
Without cause
All the monstrousness we've made comes to a slow and gentle pause
Orange is the oxidation of my life to come
Showing all that could be done
Or lost
Or imagined
Or destroyed and risen high up from the ashes
Categories:
monstrousness, creation, light, magic, mystery,
Form: Free verse
The way I walk
Was through thick and thin
With invisible tears
Tightened my belt all the way
Like a basic of a brave warrior
The way I walk
Was for the monster crying
The monstrousness milking
With the jungle full of beasts
With a squeaking Mopani trees
With path near peeping baobab
The way I walk
Was to teach me to control my wakeups
was good to teach me to compare data and view
was good to teach me to see things other way
it was good to see if I trust myself
the way with bravery to masquerade
The way I walk
Was not for coward
It was a stretched walk
And a disagreeable way
But worth Orange River diamond
The way I walk
Was to convince myself to see my future
To prepare personally for anything tricky
The way with guts, I must to live to tell the tale
That is the way I walk
Categories:
monstrousness, africa,
Form: Verse
These broken, shattered pieces of me are aching
My selfish heart cracking and breaking
Can the healing of the rain
Ease your undying pain
Like a brat I helplessly cling to you
Unaware of just what my venom does to you
Until it is too late to take back the sting
To change this monstrousness I have become…this thing
Never once did you really hate me
And alone I never wanted to be
But my deranged mine created a scenario…a belief that you did not want me around
And I pushed you away…shoved you to the ground
And I can never undo this hurtful crime
Nothing can make this guilt and pain go away…not even time
Categories:
monstrousness, sad, sorry, me,
Form: Sonnet