Micro Anorak 16/155

I think I am an anorak, Oh Yeah

God is in the detail of all nature

Small beautiful landscapes, appear, confess

The latent force of their hidden future

Withering plants hold tomorrows sweet pods

Held on a stalk of a dying Mother

Declaring their destiny to the Gods

We all get lost in the wide scream of life

focussing on our intimate drama

Still perspective is the Devil's dark wife

Freezing us in a strange diorama

I scratch the surface with my micro lens

The cycle is not harsh, it just pretends

The Tempests Seed 15/155

You have to be brave to admit new peace

We've clung to the rocks of our perspectives

Serving our own argumentative beasts

Certain of our own moral invectives

How to release through waves of confusion

that permeate this steely certainty ?

Is the white flag an illusion

Or does it require a response from me?

This is what we want and all that we need

But letting go is a subtle art form

From the razors edge and tempests seed

new born trust is taunted by righteous scorn

This is the wrong kind of adaptation

in such a delicate situation

Vanities Cage 14/155

Fat face let go of your simpering rage

Beneath the bile you are a Lioness

Release dignity from vanities cage

Listen to the words of the wise witness

I have been with you all along the line

I have listened to the words you have said

And placed in places with different signs

To deflect the light while your warm heart bled

I felt your confusion and frustration

The fear and sense of inadequacy

filling the shadows of every situation

immune to your emotions fluency

All ways and forever striving to be

Resisting the grace of just being me