Poetry · Writing

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.

Poetry · Writing

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.

Poetry · Writing

Leon

a crewmate on our last days – “be

less of yourself for anyone and the sea will reclaim you,

our lives on Leon; this boat will change you

so you can survie, we live on our captains words:

where the water bleeds fresh, will live as kings of!

we sailed on Leon for days without rest

collecting fools gold for our nest,

until the sea gave out

reclaimed Leon

like a mother and child