Geode

Light glistens from these crystal rocks
Like the stretches of sun upon the sea
Great curvatures embrace them
And hold them still with volcanic arms
Cracks in the earth split wide
Under the pressure of a quaking tectonic
They reveal the sparkles of treasure beneath
And a myriad of colours to be entranced by
The first time I heard the word geode
I was within the museum wondering past rocks
Words like 'phenomena' and 'stratification'
Echoed around me like I was in
The very chambers they were found
Now I see them again and my heart
Is filled with passion and delight
What I would have just glanced over
I can now appreciate more than just a trick of the light
I can wonder at the planet's mighty roar
As I remember your description of the way they formed
Your fascination and passion focused
Enthusiasm tumbling from your lips as an avalanche
With my eager ears listening
And now I am here again in that place
That place where we began
I see the light like the speckled waters and I think
Of you and all the delight of the mighty world

Refusing

I take back
Everything that I said
Everything that I wrote
At that time
In that place
I
Only wanted to help
Only wanted to extend
A hand
And say
That I am still your friend
My friend
That I am still your friend
But
You spited me there
Took all of my fears
All of my bad words
And declared "No"
You
Said you did not want me there
Said sorry if you "inconvenienced me"
Said no to every compromise
You ignored every surmise
You did not realise
That they
Hate you now
And all I was trying to do was
Help

Prose

There's a thing to be said when you're the first one in a room. You take a seat and then slowly, in drips and drabs the other people come in. You sit there for some time, waiting for others to sit beside you, and slowly the room gets filled but.
But you are left alone. The closest person is a seat away. What did you do? You know these people, some of them are your friends, but. But, that is it. Always it. No one. Left. Alone. Did you do anything? What does your rational mind tell you? What do these words of prose poetic verse that sounds more like a ramble, but is in fact a deep-seated, emotionally-charged, betrayal-fueled, self-loathing, whisper of text and meaning.

Information literacy

Going through the casual world
Understanding what is and what can be
Looking at bais and their possible strategy
What they want from the text they write
What their agenda is with you in mind
Navigating these paths that look the same
Of Google, now a verb as well as name
Becoming information literate is a constant
A constant struggle, of figuring out your want
What you want to know, and what you should
Considering what is right and what is not
Fact checking, always remember to fact check
Especially when an idiot is a president
Fake news, the evil establishment
That wants us to know an exact thing they like
But not the other news, from that other place
Aka, those shithole countries, Haiti etc.
Information literacy can be a chore
But with an idiot as president you have to make sure.

Pain 03/91

Pain is here
Pain is real
I feel it every day
My heart races
Then it stops
Like I am dying
Everyday
Giving me joy
And give me cheer
I ask
But instead I
Get tears
Because pain is here
And pain is here
I feel it every day

Lacking 02/01

Life is short and lacking of promise
The baby dies before it can breathe
A man is run over five times
Then gets up
Only to have a heart attack
Life is short and lacking in promise

New Year 01/01

When I looked into the new year
I saw paradise and cheer
My hope was high, my smile clear
My mind filled with festive cheer

But even as we start the year today
Nothing bad has gone away
There is still a mad man to keep at bay
And the many things that have gone astray