Sol-her system 

light upon light seeps through the horizon and cuts the night. I look beyond the faded moon, catching solar and lunar together ending all too soon. Transition in harmony I walk, I hear, the calls of the crisp morning it draws me near, breathless, speechless, her beauty is so clear. I breath and whisper against the window pane as I kiss her for the day, her calmness keeps me sane. The mark where I made contact with her slowly fades the vapours shrinking in, calls of magpies and morning birds sets the rythmic scene. 

She illuminates those from their crescent nest, gives sustanance to flora, enlightens those from their loneliness. The cure of dreams, continously revolving through her generous beam. She penetrates the flesh unleashing her anger and wrath, destined for devastation, nothing stops her path. Moderation is her key, her kiss gives life but our addiction brings the worse of her calamities.

She awakens the dew forsaken land, evaporates what was left, renews the day of its soil and sand. The nocturnal sleep while others rise, the tanks and jeeps wage war on an industrial size. The animals hide, we don’t walk rather we take the ride on these war machine we take arms against the natural side. They converge to the hearts of the nation, building, progressing deceived by their own creation. Emitting the toxins which discriminates her blessed light, fauna suffers, their habitat choked and their airways become tight. The humans and their endless need for self satisfaction, she seduces those who bring about their own destruction.

The train ride 

 Overpowered as those glances look down, not from humbleness but the robotic and rythmic sounds. It emanates towards the thing they hold, wires, artificial light, silent only for the current that passes through the cable. How befitting, silence to honour the thing that is our artificial life blood, I’m also guilty of this. 

I wait, many are late to where they must go, someone asks me “do you have 10s for a 20 dollar note”, I said “nah sorry I don’t”, balancing his asian accent with mine, still having my earphones in, I don’t know whether he heard me fine. 

I enter, jumping the gap between the platform and train, coming up with terrifying  scenarios, they run wild through my childish brain. I see faces, scanning those who pass, dreading those who are last. It’s just you and it’s barren, no sounds except for the murmuring engine. There is only one spot to look in fear you’ll catch the stare of a stranger, you hide it behind a book.

The only voices coming from the obnoxious ones, sunglasses hiding  the evil eye, they look directly at the sun. Light talk, the love of holding hands, they kiss, they whisper in their own little paradise land, as they too are restricted by the atmosphere which they cannot comprehend. It’s the law of the land, timeless and contagious, human nature which we cannot understand.

Here but dead 

I’m tired therefore I’m not wired to the brain, I let my desires control my inner fire. I cannot think nor can I talk, head so hazy, limp when I walk. I rather dream than experience this world, my body lazy, whimp and cold. Learning numbers and words becomes white, can’t even solve fundamental equations right. Mentally and mentality tired, that is what I’ve become. I stay rather than come to where I must go. I sit, ponder and let the world flow as I become the foam which doesn’t roam in the busy life filled with dogs chasing bones. 

Body drained from what the world gives and takes, useless, I float like a feather, harshness is the weather it blows me hard and I’m left just going with the flow, not thinking were I just I went, I died long ago, dispatched from my body from where I use To grow. I’ve sunked into darkness far away from home, my faith low but Im still here so long as my heart glows.