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Kenya83 Mar 2018
Harmonics glide off the violins string and bow 
Without consciousness or deliberate control
Heavy with sorrowful darkness
Lifted on turquoise glow
Eyes close to mimic the graceful song
Breathing controlled, deep and slow
Feeling enchanted grace of rhythmic flow
The deeper I go
Hearing all the separate segments
Complete the whole
Waves like butterflies flutter by
Lifting my soul
Kenya83 Mar 2018
And then bang.
The feelings flood my body like an uninvited tsunami
Wiped out with giant waves of butterflies
Taken out, without warning
Adrenaline spills through me, diluting rational calm and oxygen
Uncontrolled, uninvited
But more welcome than the night coming over with piano music and wine
More welcome than the late afternoon sun seeping through canopies on forest walks
This disaster is delicious
I’m addicted to the trauma
I can’t out run it
I don’t want to beat it
I surrender to the inevitable
Kenya83 Mar 2018
I fly among the Milky Way
When you play
Transcending through skies
Journeys of daylight blues and night stars
Melodic moments of mind altering components
I’m stilled and cocooned seeing mountain tops and the silver moon
The rise of the tune meets a slight thud of the key
That combination really does something to me
Transporting, place and time where imagination thrives
Where adrenaline topped peaks meets the calm of golden beach
And you reach beyond belief
To a language I could never speak
That touches my soul deep
Floods my body with cleansing seas
Thoughts wondering what those brown eyes see
Kenya83 Mar 2018
My boots crunch in the frozen snow
I feel cold but home
I look up at the trees, in the canopies
It’s like relief
It’s my religion
Nature and the bright white skies
The bark, the leaves
The sounds of peace
Inhaling the gift of purity and life
Flawlessly, effortlessly without pride
Exhaling demons and suffocating feelings
Cleansed and nourished
It’s how I flourish
Nature
It’s my religion
Kenya83 Mar 2018
The street lamp sways in still wind
It’s midday, though I’m on my morning tea
Precisely I pick the raisins out of the biscuits
Sharing the uncontaminated bits with Ted
Grapes are poisonous to dogs, so raisins would be too
Together we finish off the packet
Ted curls up under the radiator
Out of the window, snow is delicately falling  
Rooftops are bright white
The street lamp is still
Kenya83 Mar 2018
Staring at the crescent moon
Knowingly she smiles back
Om becomes everything
Everything becomes me
Molecules dance
The earth spins so fast

I feel luscious rain
As acid pains
The African planes change
Eco systems strained
Greedy gains
As bullets clash with endangered skin

Forests fired to desolate ash
And it’s all just for cash
Murderers hired
For your hearts desired
Civilisation long retired
Humans attack  
Humanity half heartedly reacts

Oceans blue to red
So much blood shed
Arteries cut
Carelessly abrupt
It’ll never be enough
We watch them draw their last breath
Scarlet spreads death
Through lands and through seas
An inglorious disease
Pained to the core
Scarred and sore
Long suffering abusive acts
Our planet finally cracks
Earth cries
And we call ourselves wise
Kenya83 Mar 2018
Unravel my body
A petal sighs
Catching a raindrop
You hold me

Out of reach
Each vibration
A migration

Aching limbs
I’m seeing things
My mind explodes
My eyes close
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