A child of Venus trying forlorn to GET HOME///

By tdf, June 13, 2023

Best begin with a bounce!

flashes of feral wild wanabe human,.

The pulse of something echoed ever in all of the wilderness…

A heartbeat pounding,

ancient gods haphazard conjured…

as I am squealing,

‘find me a ticket to VENUS…’

Such is the furious spin of my compass, it comes to time travel,

back to my youth,

to SLug and chums,

when life seemed a story of loving nature, adventure and giving my everything romeo berserk to a woman,

assuming she was reading the same fairytale,

I kinda knew

I was writing…

I have traveled far flung to alien climes,

walked off coaches into fire when stopped in the middle of somewhere in africa,

arrived in Moscow and made no sense of the trains or sounds or faces,

scaled a million steps in Nepal,

found myself led by providence alone in the ancient souk of Fes,

dragged into grottos,

then awakening to camels threatening to throw me,

into a darkness so thick I could see no stars in the Sahara…

When spat out by these realms stll echoed by ancient pulses,

I seek the high tide and glare at the full moon…

dive in, no matter the season,

trust my senses…

my mind starts to regain vigour,

the best of poets still focused upon the colour of our skin…

We have gone backwards.

for to find colour as a measure of anything of any true depth,

is so saddening I have no idea of any creature to summon to relate…

Talib Kweli…

his name as beautiful as the rain,

a human born with more Nature than this garish scripted sad shallow,

our majority buy into,

rinse and repeat,

fuck a body,

never MAKE LOVE…

Yet after all these broken fairytales,

mega effort to become one with the tides and blizards,

I must lean, begrudging my idealism…

As much as I lose my human awful when I dive into the waves,

I have to emrerge,

wish I could stay that way…deep in the lunar symphony ,

but no…not yet.