Struggle

We struggle through our time
we see so much of the things we’d rather not see
we look upon each moment with a feeling of fear
and yet, here we are
living and loving through our time
seeing and making things we love
and with feeling, feeling
with feeling we strike at the heart of fear
and see that its blood, its soul
struggles just like us

for things to survive
even that pretty little flower
there has to be a struggle

Life, you see, isn’t so easy
it takes so much effort for it to be,
look at the chick breaking through the shell

Look at a baby pushing its way out
and listen to the mother and just feel her effort
and hear that cry, that primal scream from those tiny lungs

Why do we make it such a struggle
do we forget our first call while still covered in life’s blood
all that effort we made to live
only for us to live in fear of our neighbours

and yet, here we are
living and loving through our time
seeing and making things we love
with feeling, feeling …

Persephone passions

The tail end of death
shall soon be upon us
as too
the heady scent of birth

Both majestic
and extraordinary
for they are
destroyer and creator

There is no definitive line
no singular moment
as veins of love
take hold over the other

Rushing to the light
breaking through cracks
these rampant orgasms
bleed Persephone passions

Winter
fades into hades
as spring
grows into a rose