sweet to the heart's pallet
a heavy-meal to the mind's stomach  
silver stripes decorate the head.

there comes a time
when one must rest the cutlery
and put the craving to bed.

       - t.m

I'm drowning yet I stand in no water,
civilization is the curse of my existence
it weights upon every aspect of me.
Do this, don't do that, I am man I am free.

But they do not listen for greed is upon fake
prophets that only think of what they can
accumulate before the reaper kisses there soul
and all that is left is regrets and nothing more.

"Spin the wheel your fate is there's to play,

Be one with the world, live life, don't do as
your told freedom is your chosen choice.
We are now like hen pecking in out squalid
corner, when really we shouldn't be drowning

When the roving hen has come home to roost
When the patient cockerel clears a cough away to crow
When the crafty chick crawls to cuddle close
Then shall the subtle sigh of the moon sweep softly
And all the cares of the day with it

Speak up, speak out
They say
This is your chance.
But, I have no voice.
Mind full of thoughts
But no voice
In which to share them.
Around me
People are shouting
Screaming and banging their fists
But I am unable to share
a word or whisper
That will be heard.
Around me, the world is
changing
Evolving, growing and shrinking
My mind is filled with dreams and possibilities
But even in a land of free speech,
And empowerment
I have no voice.
So I keep quiet
As my mind screams
And nothing is done.

I don't belong to myself.

These atoms that frame

Everything that I am

Aren't even mine.

These cells don't especial

My small being.

Because they belong

To the extinguished stars.

They belong to the suns

Around which orbited

Planets of all shapes

Of all matter,

Around which orbited

Their moons.

I don't belong to myself

I belong to the

Extinguished

Heavenly bodies

Whose light probably

Still travels, wandering,

Lost without a source,

Just like human souls.

Every scintilla in my being

Belongs to the dark abyss

Of outer space, to the stars

That once shined, to the stars

That someday will,

To the creatures we'll never

Even know existed,

To the creatures that will

Never know we ever did.

I don't belong to myself,

Because the weight

Of my body is and

Forever will be

Too heavy for my soul.

-

tjr