A smile snaked across his lips
his beady eyes delivered stares
He swivelled thrusting hips
and smoothed his greasy hair

His dance was calculated
to excite her little mind
To draw her in, close enough
not a thing to hide behind

A mask of good intentions
"Surely you will see...
just thought that I would mention
your best choice, would be me"

He's smooth of tongue and reason
it's always worked before
She should fall for him, why not ?
He's everything and more

Didn’t sleep again.
My alarm rings in minutes.
Maybe tomorrow.

Father
Your face I see
Urging me to be free
Assisting me to change my ways
My Dad

(Idea birthed, engendered, and germinated
from Lombok Indonesia earthquakes
On 5 August 2018,
a destructive and shallow earthquake
measuring Mw 6.9
(ML 7.0 according to BMKG)
struck the island
of Lombok, Indonesia),
rendering Johnny on the spot,
Jack of all trades able, eager,
ready, and willing to rig up

Through evoking words of ancestral wisdom,
Combining the emotion within the wills form,
We empower the actions of our sacred mission,
Upon a destiny to which our soul was sworn.

As the stars descend from the cosmic skies,
And a fire lights within our nature and heart,
A lone angel in heaven lets out his soul cries,
The twilight of the end times is now to start.

When everything I’ve created,
becomes grievous to be born
and the path beneath my feet
is broken, well worn
I think to myself,
I knew this would come,
but I believed deep within
that my heart would not fail me.
proven in my yesterday's,
that the days yet before me
would not discourage
or destroy me!
as l rise to my feet
and look to Anathoth!

Once
Each
Word
Was new,
Had not existed,
Never been spoken,

So, say
‘Seaweed’,
For the first time,
‘Seaweed’,
Weed of the sea,

Smell the word,
Flavour it,
Salt-fresh
Or foul decay,

Savour the words -
Green-Hair,
Oarweed,
Hen-Pen,
Rosy-Pink-Plates,
Dew-Drops,
Oyster-Thief,
Kelp,

Coiling
The threads
Of Mermaid-String,
Knot them Into your brain,

Did I hurt you?
Do you still think about me, the way I do about you?
You infest my every thought, and lurk around the corners of my mind, with your green eyes flashing like headlights in the shadows.
I can see you now, stretched out cross- legged, and leaned back in the center of me, as comfortable as one would be in their own home.
Do you realize how much space you’ve taken up?

Every time I go somewhere
and drive around a little bit
there it sits each time, I swear
each made for different a fit.

A single shoe, just one lone shoe
in the middle of the road;
White, black, red or even blue.
sitting there like a lost toad.

But not in the same highway
just random roads to random places.
I wonder what each one might say
if their tongues could talk through their tied laces.

As I read the words written between the lines,
I hear the thoughts hidden between the words,
So wait a minute measuring the passage of time,
While our reason crystallises out from fluids absurd.

Concepts and symbols align relativities of meaning,
With their lines of thought still occluded in stealth,
While fluctuations distort facts whilst day-dreamsing,
The passive observer questions their mental health.