A Life Anonymous

Over curbs His legs are stilts As the knee bend, strengthless Wilts The morning lost; Routine forgot Lost between pages With a forget-me-knot Abstract memories Sliding, slip As others On his laces trip Short term The senses stay. No distinction Between night and day On morning Moons His eyeballs graze, Trapped behind A shiny glaze His tail trails away And In circles follows His disarray

Morphine, Morpheus, Morphe

A tender life awaits us @witchiestwitch...

Medusa harnesses the full moon... Nights are getting shorter

Your fate is in your hands...

‘Mindfulness’, She said to me, And placed my hands upon my heart, Or, Where my heart was meant to be; Had with you it not departed Across an eyesore infinity. 

In this reality where are we; It’s moved away from birds and bees,  The sea and trees, Observing winds and breathing breeze. You’ll always lack  In this brave world; Where being brave in lacking Is the new gold. A new meaning of guts Helps you to function Where flesh needs metal To work in conjunction. Weight on words And words on your weight. We forget shared humanity -  Humanities shared fate. To just get on Is not enough. To get on you must learn. To learn you must be tough. So, what of those Who don’t have the armour; Those who skirt the struggle, Who aim to be calmer. Naive, or just stubborn; Trying to ignore The metal world they entered into, Through nature’s own door. Demands, when living  Is demanding enough. Layer upon layer. Bluff after bluff. Value distorted,  Priorities skewed.  Where we crowd to new heights Of unexplored altitude.  We see that for some Who in pushing feel a thrill, That it’s easy to not see those Who with heights feel the chill. All for one  And one for all. The misshapen stones Feel the weight of the wall.

Planets rule the tides, moving, constant astral guides. . .

His eyes widened - Insides impressed, By her tenderness In pale undressed. When he left  With fist to war He didn’t see Metal she wore. With throne empty Of the bear, Her lioness rumbles The seat did bare. Resolute, her softness Taught, She spoke imperatives When he knew naught. While at night To Earth he howled, To the moon Her humanity bowed. United in absence, Strength she’d find; Her eyes glowed warm, Her centre aligned. 

She is predictable; Easily found, But it’s hard to surface her From her home underground. Put your ear to the Earth, In holes shout her name. Within the soft womb of the soil She’ll feel the tremors as pain. Use a spade and dig down -  Her labyrinth will grow; She’ll dig down deeper Than you thought possible to go. But sit quietly at the entrance, Sing of the clear skies; In curiosity she’ll surface From the ground which she lies. Instead you crawl in, Blinded in gloom. Not possessing the senses To navigate her tomb. Through mazes you both struggle, Drowning, confined. The gold ball of wool Ran short far behind. In Earth’s natural pockets You are briefly relieved. Before convinced to go onwards,  The blind alley deceived.  There’s no centre to torment It expands as you try. There’s no way but backwards Through her darkness to your sky.

When the water’s surface stills It’s depths are microscoped;  The life below shows clearly Where her mind and soul eloped. Weeds and corals reach; Through an illusioned closeness grasp. Her secrets all transparent, With the shells to which they clasp. Excited by the Sea’s portal Children dive to find -  Their reaching hands are fruitless To the treasure that their deep eyes pined. Again, again, they spy the prize, But each time they sink to claim, Aligning it with greedy eyes, They only surface for breath to gain. The water’s secret’s safe, It’s darkness magnified. The fathom’s breath rises slowly Whilst her body, deeper, hides. - I. S. A

Hatching page 7; Religious exorcism - the limbo of light and dark. Healing of hands and faith...

Hatching page 6; To the temple, the limbo of life and death. Hope is whispered in prayers and preached in an ancient language...