[tabby title="Poem"] Why do you give us promptsAs if our lived experiences are not prompting enoughI say this as if I matterAs if anything mattersJust because we believe in consciousnessAnd that consciousness determines what mattersWithout that belief nothing matters So...

[tabby title="Poem"] This stillIs reality frozenThe opposite of reality in motionA photo of reality cannot any longer be realityIt is detail of what was within a timeline of what is trueThis is a cycle that we should love but have...

[tabby title="Poem"] I find myself hiddenBetween the conflation of wordsAnd the compounding ideasSurrounding personal kingdom expansionsAnd sourcing improved territoryThe meaningless augmentation of moreAnd the distraction of a scene viewed from a distanceCreating an unnecessary dark cadenceLeave me free from these...

[tabby title="Poem"] Why would you tell that story?Littered with insinuations and societal indoctrinations?A story so clean, yet so ravaged with bias.From an outsider it sounds so true.But scratch deeper and realise it is framed.A collection of words bound by a...

[tabby title="Poem"] Without memoriesYour life has just begunBut this is about memory, not memoriesMe-mory, mem-ory, m-emory, memo-ryAnyway you say it, it's just a dreamPart of life's painful and beautiful schemesIt's not real until written on seamsIt's not good until woven...