When carefully constructed control Comes crashing down in waves The hum of life resumes And we must improvise once more. The attempt at ultimate perfection Or rather, overall control Cross examining those around To create connections and predict thought. One must relinquish power Or that which is perceived to have- Living out a brand new… Continue reading Constructed lives.
When the windy day meets a dizzy end, The lights of sunset fade away. Whispers cross the fields of trees, Passing secrets at great east, These veiled words sent off with care, Lost once more freely in the air. The night begins and comes confusion What is spun and what’s intrusion? What stands true? A… Continue reading Don’t wig out.
During this week, I was at a church camp acting as a leader to the younger generation. This nights creative project was inspired from the glow worms walk. Fairy trail through the night / Leads the way to hidden sights / Exploring worlds at night unknown / Basking in the majestic glow. Learn to see… Continue reading The fairies come out at night.
The moon is high , yet the night feels young. We dance away our cares and sorrows, only till the sun awakes to shatter night to day. We lose our souls to the fire of the night. With passion we unite. as many hearts combine to one, burning brightly they all come. And as the… Continue reading Till Dawn
Together we meet in the sky of the night. The day is long and our paths are many, but we re-unite at suns end. Travelling across the clouds, our essence shines an illuminated path. The world’s at peace as we discover home – Centred and held fast among the canopy of stars above. Inspired by… Continue reading Discover Home.
I talk; she speaks. A disconnect from mind and voice. Staring out through this shell, Moving in an empty day. Decisions made as I just watch Helpless, trapped alone inside If I call out, she won’t respond There is no link to which we’re tied. Instead I’m chained to her state Leaving me to contemplate… Continue reading Disconnect.
The end is near, and yet I find, I’m falling into traps of mine. Love of labour keeps me strong, But deadlines ahead are long gone. Is it worth the painful wait, To do more work to hand in late? The end is year and yet I find, My love for research left behind. My… Continue reading procrastinate.