Poems #Poetry

I don't have much human contact these days. But there are moments when creatures other than people come to me to say hello.

We all have those times when we feel totally and utterly alone. Sometimes through loss, grief or through not being amongst those with which we resonate. Yes, this poem is essentially about loss, but also of trust in the new beginnings that lay ahead. Society often looks down on the side of one acknowledging ones loneliness as being "self-indulgent" or "negative". I disagree. It's a feeling that we all have either in the background or right in the centre of our lives at various times. And one that needs to be worked through, not ignored. For whatever reason, we all feel sometimes like we are the last one on Earth.

Busy is our world. Why it gotta be so busy?

Love means forgiveness. Love means you are willing to understand that all actions are perfect. Love means that love is perfectly imperfectly perfect.

Born with no pants, born innocent, born perfect. You are still that naked wondrous truth.

Self explanatory really. I have an affinity for trees and the natural world, it's our connection to our true identity.

An ode to the pain and bliss of awakening.

I've lived, and loved, lost and gained. I am a person of immense feeling and emotion. I think it's my greatest strength.

Notes about the dire state of the world, the food chain, and its being under corporate control. Originally penned under my previous nome-deplume "Hunksten Proudfoot".

Originally penned under my first nome-de-plume, Hunksten Proudfoot, this is essentially a love song, of becoming one with another, of love making, devoted to the love of my life, my darling dear transcended Habibi.

Notes on the increasing use of technology in our lives, the soul-less agenda of trans humanism, sci-fi and the search for the soul beyond cultural and religious givens.

About the distance that can build up between yourself and those who you love so dearly.