I look out at the complex, rugged
forms that arise from the repeated
scaled erosion and weathering
complicated just as in life reforming
and starting again. Still standing with
confidence all depending on its
strength and it's weakness

Jagged peaks, valleys, and rough
surfaces with uneven edges. Steep
slopes bathed in natural nature. Pointed
summit spearing Into the wind chilled
steel-blue sky with a spray of clouds
in a soft snow-white hovering of
blankets.

Caterpillars hatch in silence,
beneath skies that never promise spring.
Flowers bloom like bruises,
soft flutters masked as mercy,
scented with sorrow,
hue-laden petals bleeding memory.

What’s the difference, really,
between beauty and pain
when both vanish before you can name them?
It hurts,
but truth always does.
Beauty never stays too long.
It dances, it deceives,
then disappears.

So I tried to trap it,
not in a jar,
but in my stomach,
where butterflies riot like regrets.

Waking up on the south side of recovery,
Engrossed by feelings wrapped around my flesh,
The thoughts of becoming sinking deep,
Like sand clustered around a stormy grave.

I have taken my soles upwards,
Towards the path that sees my calling,
And I hear nothing but my wishes whispering,
The road is long but I tarry.

what if White Pride Day
was only one day each year -
364 colorful days

Each morning of existence
two armies stand assembled
for an outcome that’s decided
before the horns are blown.

A battle fought on sacred ground
favours those with virtue,
our man always has the sunlight
behind him in a showdown.

The names of those warriors
are as lengthy as a sentence;
unfamiliar constructions
await the axe and tumble.

There’s no chance that their quarrel
could be settled round a table
for lessons must be pointed
as a javelin impaling.

You arrived suddenly
Stepping out of the screen
With a body of light and memory
Like a childhood dream

At first I pondered
"Oh, could it be"
The character I clung to
Are you now free?

I studied your smile
A smile that has not yet learned
I'm no longer a broken child
A perfect life? I earned

I ache with recognition
Yet cannot place the source
Do you see the weight I carry?
Or the way my life missed course

Happiness
Comes in so many ways
Prayers, a smile, a hug, thoughtful words,
Quiet actions that reveal love beyond compare
Movements that show more than words can say
Closed eyes that express love
Elation

I know a girl, just like me,
Rejected yet gifted
Not part of her family.
Maybe not supposed to be.

Her winnings aren't celebrated,
No plaque on the wall,
Love and limelight Are backdated
Do they understand her at all?

Her silent scream in a paper cup,
Feeling she should be leaving
Only half believing
To never give up.

She fills the world full of colour,
And words that others,
are not to say,
Away from the chaos
The pain she paints away.

Captain Reel peeled back
the darkness splashing a
white light out onto the
black bitterly glass like
surface.

Cagily all readied, the crew
came equipped, their eyes
jacked open scouting the
sweeping current, while death
gripping their harpoons and
spear guns holding onto their
breath inside their saline
salted lungs.

There was a version of me
Born of heartbreak
And adversity—

Hyper-independent,
Courageous,
With nerves of steel.

She stood guard
At the threshold of my heart
And carried the weight of memory
So I could rest.

She wanted to come with me,
But the road ahead required silence,
Hands empty
Of old maps.

“I can’t take you with me,” I said,
Tears in my eyes.
“You were brave for me,
But I must walk this path alone.”