Moyo Island

Waterfalls on a rain-lit day,
Lush ferns and bright orange flowers
perfume the fresh, spring air
So alive and moist
I can feel the soil breathing
As I stand nude in the clear, spray-misted tide pool.
I paint myself with red clay mud,
Each stroke a new emotion, a new expression.
I am my canvas, hiding my sins with the Earth's perfection.
I pluck a deep crimson blossom from the bank,
it smells of undaunted passion and robust sincerity.
I adorn my hair with its beauty
and I smear the cool, muddy war paint on my face.
The sky shatters into thousands of tiny lights; sparkling mirrors,
falling onto verdant branches, skimming off waxen leaves
and I tilt my head to partake of heaven's kisses.
All my inhibition is washed away
And I am consumed by the even drumming of waterfalls.


Erik

I release my hopes from the tourniquet binding my heart.
Tearing out the stitches, blood on my fingers,
I empty this shell
So you no longer live inside me.


Gone Walkabout

Hot coals to tickle my toes
Barbed wire to brush my teeth.
Being pushed away, being thrown away,
Leaving you.


Biblical Note

I am your savior,
I am your God.
You are nothing,
You are my World.
So what is this you feel?
Sorrow; Pleasure; Pain; Anger?
All, and none of the above.
For I am your savior,
I am your God.
And you will accept and worship me,
For I am Fear.