What does it mean to be wrapped by the sun?
23 years of warmth
Heaviness
& aching bones
23 years of my heart burning
Scarring
& reforming
23 years of loving
Bleeding
& mistaking
23 years my soul has on this planet
23 more?

Claypan
Hideaway
Constant instars
Exiled metamorphosis
So quiet you can almost
Hear the sun go down

Valle de Las Hamacas
Vista Hermosa
Spheres of Paradiso
Seismic dewdrop points
Listening to the night
Fall with the rain

Committed love twice
In the court of the Almighty
Double jeopardy

When you get lost on the way
When the true way
No longer exists.
Remember such sayings.

Sometimes the way forward
Is the way backward,
When nothing feels right
Try the wrong one.

Dearest October,
please be kind -
already the leaves are flame-bright,
and made fragile -
I am the same:
ready to fall to the earth
decay
and find rebirth among the twining roots

Dearest October,
please be kind -
my leaves are changing hue
and grown fragile
in the season of change,
ready to feed the hungry ground -
fodder for the spring rot

Dearest October,
please be kind -
my leaves are tearing away,
plucked and pulled by each ardent breeze,
My roots grow deep,
bracing for the winter
and the dark night of rest

I was gonna write you a letter
Talking about how nothing’s gotten better
How it’s your fault why I’m not a go getter
Don’t know how to love
Don’t know how to get better
Was gonna sign that **** in red
But you claimed that colour
When you were trippen, rippen my skin
had one hand on my mouth
Other on my throat
Struggling
Watchin the colour go
Given me a taste of death
knocking on the window
You shown me what true evil is
Made it easy for me to wanna slice
your throat & knock your **** in
Spit on your face & leave you to rot like how I should of did then
Instead of tryna find a way
to get you straight
While I was traumatized sitting thinking
this ugly *** ***** keeps spitten
something about oh I wanna be your first take me to the psych ward
forget I did this
But I hadn’t let that pen hit the paper
Cause I rather tell it to your face like I did
I told you I ain’t afraid no more
I got two working hands
Ready to ring your throat if you ever
put your hands on my siblings
Told you to look me in the eyes cause you acted like a ***** crying
Like you ain’t the one responsible for me standin here confronting you
Wanting to die
But I started rewriting that ****
because it’s been 7 years
& I’m nearly my own again

Cold empty chrysalis
And pig slop -

Suckle the hearthfire **** of mother earth
we praise ourselves on being diverse
but we are the biodiversity,
spread so thin we can't nourish the hungry and thirsty.

The pale moon shines on a world somehow even colder,
we consume the birthday cake leaving only the smoulders,

Built monuments and towers to a false kind of power,
mycellium clouds bloom come to consume what is ours,
The midnight clock ticking to doomsday, now minutes from hours.

We believe that we control the elements, but loom they,
The ancient forces come soon to smother and cover in dirt
this mausoleum soon to be crematorium Earth.

And when the smoke clears and lifted is the haze
I dream of a peace on Earth without the human race.