bursts of orange

The ever No mind Adventure weaver Human reefer Eternal seeker Missed Forever

When my world is falling leaves and ageing browns, yours is warmth, light and enduring days In an alternate alternate We walk side by side Until then we walk instead in our every weather snow globe On our beloved path of ease and laughter It doesn't matter that we fall out of sight  We always fall back in step... Here we hold hands Hands scribbling messages in the air Hands cupping what cannot be...

There is a beacon of hope stashed deep within me, Encased in flesh and disappointment, breast and their forgetfulness.

Someone shook off a shilling shook it off and shimmied away shook it off and left it shimmering in the light of day so i stood to watch it shimmer stood then stooped to scoop it up stooped to scoop up a shiny silver such a shiny silver it was so shiny i stuffed it in my pocket supposing it would shimmer through show a stranger the shine in me too A shiny silver pair shimmering away in the light of a sunny day

She that writes- Akello A flower knows no language Even when the wind beckons she can only sway in agreement So make me speak to you, Make my language old and remarkable Save me the singing of seashells Save me the sonnets of the Sea Make mine a roaring of thunder or a bashing of tides But give it to me Give me language Make my language fierce and full of ancestry Save me the musings of the mountains Save me the theatre of caves Save me... For I am a sigh without language.. So write me into your living  But write me expressing my offerings in a language of truth. My truth, Our truth. Flowers yearning to sway no more.

Choking from tears flowing the wrong way holding on as tight as i can trying to stay puzzled A humpty dumpty An ebony porcelain cup  pieced together with gum and bits of sponge With no where to dock  for nothing lays beneath the puzzle pieces Just more water I'm full of it confused water hurt water angry water ....water everywhere A sloshing Humpty Dumpty.... Maybe if blood could be churned into butter id appreciate the upheaval  that would make me solid instead I'm full to brimming.... Water! Everywhere! Everywhere but out so i wretch holding on tight i wrench hoping my insides will blanch the sidewalk instead.

She taught me their language She gave me their teachings Tied to African broom sticks Wrapped in mismatched string She said tie the kites to the trees When you can't find your way Look up Look home She painted them with me She sat to plait them ribbons Neon colors to rival the sky With matching plaits to trail the wind She said tie the kites to the trees When you can't see past your now Look up Look home She knew wisdom in their design She knew the truth in their frame Make the structure sturdy with all your might Believe the fabric is taut with all your heart She said tie the kites to the trees When your world is shaken & crumbling Look up Look home

In mastering nothing Seeking ownership Lifeward loveward Always poised to seek one or the other Always heading in either direction But my humanity allows nothing of purpose It craves distraction Never blameless I crave it too I wander off popping my head into different scenes Getting caught up in the music of the wanderers The poetry of the homeless The religion of the unbound Searching as they do for the ultimate secret Sitting at the foot of civilisation desperate to hear it Then the street lights come on And I'm lost So far off everything looks the same Do I ever remember to tie kites to the trees? Kites to wave me back? Back to the only journeys that matter Lifeward loveward The kites are ever instead in my tote bag I would not tie them Because I would not give up my distractions The music, poetry & religion of the kindred will forever beckon to me So I retrace my steps Knowing I doubled my journey But happily skipping along For this is a sadne...