Hidden in plain sightLet the muddy water restAll shall be revealed
Don’t drag others down.Toil together to escape.Live not life in mud.
deceived by quicksand,here’s to mud in your eye, Rose;slip sliding away.
© Slk.2017
Through the Looking glassAlice retreats from This worldI wonder the Same
pentacle on breast
hanging from a silver chain
I sing the Goddess
From cradle to graveFresh…
Mud cake in the mouth.The bitter main ingredientreplaces snow flakes.
Drop it, again, beatsIn my mind, on repeat, noiseNot music, they say
When will you grow up?Let’s settle this once for all!ROCK, SCISSORS, PAPER!
Cradle rocks gentlythe Mother wishes for Criesempty Cradle rocks
Lightning and thunderFeel them up close, they change meTurn my mood darker
Givenchy powderpearls up morning blemishes,these days that last least.
Our sense of wonder,Goes away as we grow up.Now, I wonder why?