All over yonder

All over yonder

Eucalyptus and dirt.

Aromatic notes of the Australian bush.

Lemon myrtle-

teases the nostrils-

a mysterious scent-

hidden-

amongst-

fallen foliage.

The daily hymn of birdsong-

Echoes-

caressesing all over yonder.

Burnt orange sunsets-

cloak over skies.

Koalas gawk towards tree tops-

challenging there foe.

Lyrebirds gaggle their lying tune.

Wind rustles through the gum leaves

Mothers Natures song-

sings on.

#5 Stream of conciousness

#5 Stream of conciousness

Chances are all questions won’t have answers. The finite knowledge us human have as a collective is extraordinary minimal. To that of the universes. Yes! I said universes. Surely and most certainly there is more than one. I lean towards the side of infinite.

Avail

Avail

Sleepy shadows slither silently slow.

Through thundering tunnels-

an alienating atmosphere-

aggressively alone.

Hollowed hearts hide haphazardly.

Fear follows fractured faces.

Longing. Lonely. Lost liabilities.

Problems profound.

Searching souls, startle simplicity.

Revolutions ruthlessly rile rigid raigems.

Cultivating change.

No. 3. Stream of Conciousness.

No. 3. Stream of Conciousness.

Soft glow of phone, reflection in mirror. Dimly lit apocalypse. Chained in an ever encumbering stare. Always scrolling, never lonely. Sweet illusion, false idols, empty ideas. Money talks, faces made of plastic. Self absorbed, scripted alibis. Botox here. Botox there. Self-sacrifices are the norm for such a chance to remain a modern delusion.

Two. Stream of Consciousness

Two. Stream of Consciousness

Lights, ambient. Such ambience. Escapism at its finest. Slowly, gently. Peace flow through.

Freely….ever freely. Wandering, wonder what wonders way weightless ahead.

Blink. Blink. Brutal battles brace bravely beyond.

Caught, countess, calmly clings. Claw, clawing coward.

Rivers rapidly rally repeatedly ruthless.

Fear, finding, failure frightful fellow.

Strength strides selflessly. Stronger shall she shine.

Smiling.