The calm before the storm.
I break my fast musing over my odds of being crazier than the norm.
Booming shutters smash – open and close.
— Brain sensory over load — the cranium structure is deceiving in its form.
The third eye lazily flickers in a state of REM.
Here I am attempting to channel my inner chakra.
I’ve resorted to stick-on Goggly eyes to play the part of spiritualist guru ,sipping on high tea, to awaken my inner rapture.
Dear Goddess Kali can you save me?
from the howling winds,
The mooing cows spinning around me, moaning gutturally for their new fateful flight as fledgelings ?
My house shatters into a myriad of snow flaked, razor sharp,jaggered pieces.
unable to repair the damage .
Take a searing hot iron to my face to smooth out the grimace in my features .
Sacerdotal screams in the night — a man stolen from his lullaby.
Distant but not too far off – I keep my inner warrior on stand by.
In truth, it’s the time of the creatives .
Out come the freaks
brazen in their efforts to destroy,
my favourite playlist titled:
sweet dreams. I wonder who I will be in 12 months from this very hour ?
Where will all the thousands of words I’ve ploughed through with oars
Will I have sailed?
will I capsize?
Will I have ability to walk or be a cripple, dragging myself by the elbows under a storm pelted bleached ,grainy beach?
– Will I carry any legitimate power?
The Temptations won’t knock
They will saunter in .
Oh, it’s to be expected.
I refuse to fall to my knees,
swear my allegiance to make another man’s family richer
Than see mine indicted.
I’d sooner sit on a floor , covered in colours of paint and corners lit with the smiles of my loves.
I’d sooner watch paint dry or read a screenplay loosely based on what I know about when life comes to rouse me with rough pushes or shoves.
Elements balance my kinetic ,
complex feelings of despair.
Change comes with promise.
Fear comes with very little solace.
Motion to a new position –
don’t cower from success
It might even suit my current attire and my inner prowess .
My time to deliver.
Get my due.
For me and my few.
My kind words are still here and my support?
I have some to spare.
I won’t waste it on those who don’t reciprocate
The err is but their own.
Chosen to remain frozen-staring down a hall of , pale, mirrored self reflections.
unable to see
they are not the only ones
Who need encouragement and care.
I swill down the remnants of this blessed meal with the rest of my cuppa charr .
I clamour to suppress my applause.
I catch out the dawn rising with a yawn unashamed ,gloriously
I’m no longer afraid to be the lunatic. I’ve seen the powers of nature.
Forces of rage.
still waters run deep
This insanity is something I hold dear to me-
The great mother gave it to me-
I will set with the sun
It’s my duty to consummate all that is sacred.
Revised stream of consciousness — border line poetry.
*feeling nervous and excited for year two of my Masters , moving home and shizzle like that 😉 ha ha*
The WOW and Woe moments of an irrepressible woman