watch out, spider
you're in dangerous territory
but i promise
to be careful
weaver of a new way
and this old world dying

heads up!
these rising aquarian times
are coming
to get you
and you and you and you.

old world,
be prepared
step aside or lay down in ashes
that is your comeuppance
we are through with your
tired times

see there?
is your perception
wide enough for fresh waters?
and new moons dawning . . . .
nice to hear it,
old friend.

might have been

what the hell?
i mean
all this coming
and going,
yet never leaving
this same place.
how can that be?

it would all be nothing
if it weren't for capitalism
or so-called
"private property"
that keeps me moving
all the time, rent you know . . . .

it's hot.
the garden beckons,
these empty buckets
call me to the creek
now that the spring
has gone dry.

oh yes,
and some wood to chop.
it might all seem quite zen-like
if it weren't spoiled by now
and all this talking about it.

.

metmorphosis

into a hole
shadows reveal death
sorrows
things missing.
healing
maybe in tomorrow's
joylight

Aiyana Tara

where is She now?
maybe out with the cows.
someday we'll recognize each other . . . .

no

through the back grove,
misty sunshine

after morning rain.

untitled

hey jackass.
was up then down,

again still nothing.

SlackTide
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