Ancestors

Wait for me in the halls

Of my fathers

Till end of day

Watching for the sea

To bring me home

Rotting Soldiers

Turn to the tide

To watch it’s endless rise and fall

Leaving casualties of seaweed

To rot on the shores

Gossiping

Silence, listening out for whispers

Strangers walking circles

Hand in hand

Passing on the gossip

Souls-Entwined

We’ll be lost in heat together

The sweat escaping from our flames

Our souls rising to the roofs of our minds

Breaking through to the skies

With you

Lost but found in the earth

Lift me to the sky

Through the soil and clinging worms

Let me be you and you me

To enjoy eachother, for an eternity

Israel

Lost in an ocean of stars

To count every single one

For my nation to grow far

Becoming My Shadow

Seperate me from the sunlight

So that I can see what I am without it

I become my shadow

Understanding its pain

Ironic Axe

Chop the tree

With its brothers axe

Which came first?

The handle or the tree?

Isn’t it ironic

We use it’s own flesh

To bite into itself?