Woodpecker

 

Brilliance is radiant

only when courageousness

flows thriftly in your 

heart region

Beat the drum of 

togetherness only

when your heart bleeds

the right colours of 

harvests 

we never thought existed

Beat the drum of 

the heart of the forests, trees and

billabongs

Beat the drum of 

young children and old

sick and injured

and beat the drum of 

all human beings

and visit your own flaws

and whereabouts and 

beat the hell out of

earthly endeavours

and be mesmerized of 

the drum in your heart

Beat the drum in your heart

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Blackbird

The vile youth

of hearts

both know

they will never

steer apart

beat the anchor

of forgiving mothers

of anxiety on decks

of lustering heart ribs

that never unjustified 

your living clairvoyance

of how dreadfully

the planet burns

underneath

your bittersweet

daydream of 

a sweltering boyband

in lingering shirts

left to knight 

their own bad habbits

And save the world

from drowning

in stigmatic benevolence

that never sought 

a right winged nightlight

Be the Blackbird

screaming in the 

desert

that was a forest

And be known

to have been out there

at least you cried

at least you are 

a wonder

in these backstabbing nightmares 

of times we are in 

Be the left winged soulbird

of the righteous soldiers

of realistically closing in 

on harvests unbeatable

to the noble man of York

Be careful in these 

lingering times

And Beetroot was always something to eat 

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Translucency

Beckon underneath the doorstep of a bewildered youth 

and swim out in clear blue waters of testimonies lovers can unfold

bittersweet is the sun of lovers untold 

and be joyful in the garden of Eden

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Coll

Scriptures of enigmatic indifference 

keep mesmerizing the fountain of divinations come through

The wonders in the lifelenghts are breathing with hope 

and burdens of the tea tree oil are weak as tables must burn out the woodlands for deeper enigmantic ways

 of trusting the universe to solve the mysteries in your gardens of mother figurines.

You never asked to beckon underneath the masters of early kingdoms of Yule  

Beat the drums of togetherness 

We are one with the planet in heartlands 

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