Tuesday, March 27, 2018

We are all just slaves

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We are all just slaves,
slaves to our fathers, our lovers, to society,
slaves to rules not ours to own
but nonetheless accepted, without resistance or question.

We are enslaved by our routines, our jobs, laws, thieves,
we are locked behind high walls and separation,
behind ‘should’, behind a label, behind the responsibilities we bear,
we latch onto our most prized possessions in fear it will be taken,
but it’s already gone since we’re the ones denying ourselves its joy.

We’ve been beaten, good and solid, we are enslaved by our own fear,
too afraid to dare, too afraid to take a stand, too afraid to say what we think,
we are slaves because we wouldn’t know what to do with freedom if we had it.

We are slaves because we believe what we are told by our masters
whom we outnumber ten thousand to one?
Yes, we are slaves because we believe every unsubstantiated threat,
comfortable in the straightjackets handed to us at birth,
and as slaves we will die running on a treadmill of another’s creation, for another’s gain.

Is that the legacy you want to leave behind? Do you not feel even a little angry?
I will not pass silently over this land, nor hand my children into slavery,
somewhere, this has to stop, why not here, why not now?

Sunday, March 25, 2018


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Wish the shadows onto your brother,
and they will surely consume your soul,
so too your dreams can catch another,
colour them in, give them life, they’re yours to own.

Thursday, March 15, 2018

Daydreams and Wishes

I look across the rolling silver-blue expanse of the ocean melting into the clouds,
feel raindrops, the finest mist, touching my skin, fresh air and the smoke of a wood fire mingle
and it’s now I need you the most.
I wish to hold your hand and breathe you in,
I wish to know your scent, your touch, your presence.
I wish to know your patterns and routines, I wish to expect your unexpected,
I wish to hold a collection of your secret delights and pull them out of my hat when you feel a little down,
I want to chase you through warm waves in golden sunshine, roll with you on yellow leaves falling like confetti, I want to spend long, dark nights in front of a fire with you and greet the new green growing with our love intense and bold.
I want to know your thoughts, your feelings, your treasures and frivolities, I want to share your dreams, desires, disappointments and triumphs, I want to know where you’ve been and where you are going, I want to know where you’ve been hurt, what you are struggling with, from where you derive your strength, I want to know what makes you cry, both from joy and from pain.
I want to know your body, I want to touch each scar, every line on your face, I want to feel your hair between my fingers, I want to feel the muscles on your back when you move, I want to be the focus
of your unbroken desire, and on a day such as today, be locked in your arms, needing no one but each other, to get lost in time…