Painting with my Soul

A burst of indistinguishable colours

Beam up from my chest

Indescribable, and new

Replacing the old, and decrepit

Ripping and burning

Void and space

Greedily hunting down the source

To become the new light

To enable me

To paint all I see

With my own colours

From my own palette

Stokes Croft

God breakdances on the cold, hard, church floors

The worshippers clap

And the priests exclaim

Kicking, spinning, and alive

Two sets of footprints

Left in the sand

Stretching on and on

Fading from view

The gentle waves

Filling in with their paintbrushes

Painting over everything they touch

With shells, seaweed and life

A billion eyes watch from their TVs

Experiencing life behind a screen

I sip my cider and sigh:

“Life is only as hard as I make it.

It’s actually quite easy, I only have to breathe.”

Fish Eating and Shitting

Broken shards of a mirror

And a sinking feeling

That takes me deep, deep down

To the bottom of the sea

Air bubbles of memories rise around me

I look closer, and see memories

Memories of all of them and all of me

My missed opportunities

Deeper and deeper I sink

Until I hit the seafloor

And, what is beauty but trickery?

What is sight but endless anxiety

All those that possess it

Give fear and feel fear

On and on

The circle spins

Gentle whispers roll about me

The rolling beat of the currents

Tossing me this way and that

The fish smell me out

And come for me

Ready to take me into their stomachs

To eat and shit, eat and shit me out

Over and over

Until I am a part of every single fish

I can see through their eyes

And I do see misery

I see myself a thousand billion times

And my heart aches, it aches

A thousand billion times, I wish I could throw this link between all my selves

But I can’t stop living, and they won’t stop eating and shitting

Music Everywhere

The falling of raindrops

Causes the piano notes to play

When I’m outside in the forests

And it’s raining

It’s the most beautiful sound

You could ever imagine