Grievously crossed the Stepping stones

Place me on the land before the stepping stones,
Grievously I edge towards the starting zone,
Distant mirage of unfamiliar homes,
These scattered stones are mine to tread alone,
But I've never been alone,
In this familiar acapellago.

Place me on the coast beside the light house,

The raft close behind will remind me to have no doubts,

Gather me a map and only send me on the known routes,

Lists kept pristine enough for me to host my own joust,

Inattentive to the fates below,

In this familiar acapellago.

Place me on the rocks out in the far sea,

Took up skipping stones as a hobby,

With these wounded soles carnivores might fall upon me,

Pull me from the path and slowly turn me to a zombie,

Honestly, I'd never know,

In this familiar acapellago.

Place me on the rocks, make it the last time,

Tease me with a win before I swim back to the coastline,

Legs bruised and bloodied from the last try,

Silence laced with iodine war cries,

Sea denying my tears to show,

In this familiar acapellago.

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Lover in the East

Lover in the east,
Maiden of my memories,
Sweet siren of reality,
Despite irregularities,
You still chose to sing to me.

Lover in the east,
Blinding me from peace,
Each new day in grief,
Steadfast in my belief,
These moments will be brief.

Lover in the east,

No place I'd rather be,

We'd disappear beneath the sheets,

Nothing here left to critique,

Blessed be every sleep.

Lover in the east,

A yearning crossing seas,
Doting on the salty breeze,
With eyes that dot the eve,
Return in full to me.

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Harmonics 

Sparrows sing above,

Harmonized with cicadas,
A bow with each bell.

Symbiosis

Nature blends with man,
Tributes hang from the pine branch,
Hearts pressed to the ground.

Intangible 

Gold, gilded, guiding, 
Gazing down, sights set upward,
Breeze that carries faith.

Hot, Wet & Loud.

In the hot monsoon,

Drowned in wet concrete,

A city silenced. 

Outskirts from this platform

Each street, a new sight,

A maze of hieroglyphics,

A neon network.

Korea

It’s the wild wild east,
Where concrete and jungle meet,
Bloodsuckers, mosquitoes and gnats,
Foliage leaking between the cracks,
Farmland snuck into every free space,
Not a square foot can go to waste,
Nature preserved through cordoned off forests,
In which cicadas and crickets both sing in their chorus,
Pockets of paradise between each tower,
Air-conditioned and draining power,
Discordant aesthetics from city to town,
With air so humid that you could drown,
Concrete habitats stacked high for room,
Temples of gold where lotus’s bloom,
Stained shades of yellow, coating the greys,
Beneath them lie commerce in vibrant displays,
Peddlers push products while perched by the pavement,
While bikes run red lights each lacking in patience,
Cigarettes and soju stain to the throat,
On dust and smog the people choke,
Towering statues give tribute to saviors,
And a national pride which never wavers.

Once I Was Blessed, Even if it was by the Cursed.

I was arrogant to think I was a step ahead of anything my mind could conjure,

Never believed an offered reality could be worth more than my own dreams,  

Each force attracted became greater than my own evolving imagination,

Fighting a lifetime of ancient anxieties just to be considered undefeated,

Vowing time and time again to never let myself be overpowered,

That confusing road to victory anything but smooth and painless,

Each bump familiar in all its abusive forms.

With a lack of faith I could allow myself to never be unworthy of anything,

Smug and content with my own presumptuous and contagious heresy,

Pursued in a witch hunt by those who were never weak enough to infect,

The prison of ichor stank of the same fear and regret I drowned in,

That substance I was saved from was slightly less viscous,

What a shameful and blasphemous existence it was,

Struggling free from my unsympathetic cesspool.

I was barely servant lorded over by consistent contradictions,
Settled as a peasant spoilt amidst wealthy company,

On loaned time while wasting the ticks of others,  

Cursed to be tantalizing and remain unloved,

Freezing to death amidst the warmest souls,

Content to the slow death of attrition,

While I maintained my stockpile.

Blessed by the the Shepard wanting no part of his flock,

Blessed the same soul I could never put my faith in,

Blessed are the eyes forced open by my brothers,
Blessed be my created and incomplete entity,

Blessed to be ignorant and oblivious,

What a blessed abomination I was,   

At most I was blessed,

At worst I was blessed the least.   

Eyes In The Stars

I dreamt I was a space farer,
The sun stroked my many spheres,
Helped synthesize this warmth,
Manifested these dark fears.

Made these mirrors in the void,
Immured glazed eyes behind them,
Progression at the speed of light,
This cosmos mine to condemn.

Preserved from deterioration,
The sardonic space faring barbarian,
His cage of flesh so vulnerable,
Suited alien humanitarian.

Enamored by savage impulses,
A greedy linchpin in the unknown,
Brought these butterflies into orbit,
Old ecology given new home.

A hope they’d choke In the vacuum,
Or be overwhelmed by Infinity,
Escaped a rotation to join the expanse,
Amongst the edges of sanguinity.

Why whisper in the vacuum,
Disregard unreachable stars,
This mix of silence and darkness,
The same void we claimed as ours.

So Grateful

Its'a Valentines,
Im'a spend some dimes,
Wine and dine my wife,
What a splendid life,
I will spoil her.

(Once a year I'm grateful)

Might make me a steak,
Brownies we will bake,
Belts about to break,
Might just change my shape,
To the mounds of our plates full.

(Hope She's grateful)

In bed we will spoon,
I'll be bigger soon,
Lay the towels down,

As I go to town,
Turn this night around.

(In this space I'm so grateful)  

Might just suck my dick,
V day head is sick,
When she hit the base,
I will strain my face,
Kiss her for the taste.

(For the face full I'm grateful)

She loves me? She loves me not.

Rose gold cum stained memories,

Found myself compelled to pick petals for my enemies,

Transitory melodies combined to make our symphony,

Minor stimulations make me recreate those energies,

My plans to synthesise and dose myself for centuries,

Admit to me: Were you happy? With such necessity?

They should have warned us we'd be altered by such ecstasy,

You laced our lips with lullabies I wish you never said to me,

Synchronised traumas which corrupt and changed our destiny, 

"You didn't have to mention me" or "You shouldn't have to ask", 

Tasked with archiving life's lessons from the past, 

Tripping on the bars I placed as homage to the last,

"Lets get this done fast" to "We should think this through",

Both ignorant to the cost of the absence of you.