everything is falling to the waste side
slipping through the cracks
the real me asleep at the wheel
the one you see
falling apart
at every puddle
Tag: Light
lightworker
you’ll lead the way
will follow;
protector of man-
the earth below her feet; she worships
the ones you will not meet; she notice
electric fingers twirls the air like string
earth given powers, meant as a sign
to bring forth the daily wonder
we walk on without regard;
her gentle roars keeps the power safe,
fangs bear the wicked and worsen-
a tiger guardian, a lightworker.
today; she works as a electrician
bringing light
to those ready.
bottom of the barrel
the bottom wasn’t the bottom
it never existed
it was just home,
the golden fish would tell stories
of a land bathed in light
kissed by soft air-
we huddled around her stories
of fulfilment and life,
we prayed to poseidon
to bring us;
bring us to the land of the free,
where goldy stayed-
away from the bottom.
the next day she was gone,
the we shuffled to an i
in silence.
Saint's Muse 