The Wind Speaks

The air is alive
But only when it becomes wind.
Cool breeze and tornado,
All around, hovering.

And the Music, it Grows

Follow the music, follow the sounds,
Through forest foliage, thick and thin.
Follow it in the woods, down to
A clearing, secluded, unknown.

A Beat That Does Not Love Us

We sing, we dance,To our own special beat.We laugh, we cry,Drumming with our feet. Against the metronome we shiver,Its cold, soulless noise,Unconcerned with our lives,Ignorant of our sorrows, indifferent to our joys. We sing, we dance,To a beat that does not love us.We live, we die,To its rhythm shackled, in handcuffs. Photo by Luz Mendoza…


Awake in the daytime,
Don’t look for it,
It’s there.
No reason to contemplate
It’s purpose, it’s existence,
You just know, acceptance.


What if you could see each step you’ve taken, Highlighted upon the ground? Retrace your every memory, Follow your past, until the present is found.

In the Serious Moments

If you don’t sing when they tell you to stay silent, If you don’t dance when they tell you to sit still, If you don’t laugh in the serious moments, If you don’t live, then who will? Photo by Belinda Fewings (Unsplash)

Pineapple Pain

Touch the outside, prick your skin, Place it in your mouth, pain within. See its glistening flesh, the pain will be gone soon, A catapult of insignificant thorns, launching you over the moon. Photo by Brooke Lark (Unsplash)

Hear Them Shout

Put your earphones in, Close your eyes, zone out, Listen to the voices that no one else can, Hear them whisper, talk, shout.

A Pool of Lemonade

Sugar crystallizes on your skin, Mountains of crushed peels thrown away, Shivering as crushed ice cubes falls from your hair, Swimming in a pool of lemonade.

Bamboo Laughter

The wind rushes through the trees,
Unaware of the leaves that it frees,
Frees from the hold of immobility,
Unlocking their true abilities.