The Slowness Of Winter When all the trees have dropped their fruit and larvae burrow through When all the starlings bellies are full and pigs boozy breath mists in the air When scarred and tangled branches crack heaving to sprout anew When forest floors are draped in crunchy blankets where cold toes never dare When stars light the pin pricked sky, and the dawn sun wars the chill When waters fluid dominion forgets its motion and surrenders to the still When man and beast are equals in the fight for #life and soul When the treacle dark of night pours over the obscured horizons bowl When is winter, cold yet sweet, savoured through the toil Persephones touch long forgotten in the barren of the land Today is when acorns slumber enrobed in fertile soil Tomorrow is when the trees emerge green shoots and buds in hand But now is where time stands steady, slow, yet surging on Creeping forward day to night, knowing that it's won

Where's The Strength Wheres the strength in choosing pleasure When the other choice is pain How can your worth be measured When there’s still so much to gain Wheres the point in passing judgement When there’s those who cant be judged How can one man move a mountain When a broken man cant be budged. The choices are taken, and the mistakes made, Innocent Souls forsaken and green graves freshly laid, Hate and violence reflected in pools of tears A hot red line through earths heart slowly sears. Wheres the strength in chasing rainbows When the only other choice is rain Wheres the hope in learning new lessons When the first ones still remain.

Saved Heaven Forgive such lonely words Only a deity is immune from emotions so strong I have been left behind, parted from the herds I have been nothing for too long Only a dead man knows its short lived The #life we are given is the #life that we give But I have been left behind, parted from the herds Somebody hear my tearful words Save me, help me get back in Im tangled in hopelessness When will the healing begin I have been left behind, parted from the herds Will anyone notice my screaming of these sad words Why do I bother its an endless cry Only a fool would attempt to give #life such a draining try But somehow, somewhere I know that i will be saved from it all I will be saved and receive that call That finally truth, hope and love will have given me my turn From these sad words might many hearts burn But I know I wil be saved i will return.

The Smell Of Green Tempting is the thought of warmth in the face of sour wind. Pushing through the air, thick with the microbial crystals of ice, breathing heavily and sharply inhaling feeling the chill I move through. The scent of Winter is short lived. Gone are the odours of living things, gone is the smell of green. Instead, the air, a #life giver so easily forgotten in the summer months, is remembered with a frantic and suffocating weight that pulls me in yet forces me away from walking on. Cold. Cold is not the right word to use, for it implies simply an absence of warmth. The Winter is so much more than absence. Winter is presence. The presence of nature, static, yet not dead, not giving up, fighting on, holding on. Remembering and hoping for the sun. The presence of Community, a collective spirit, not spoken or noticed, simply understood. Yet it is the acceptance of mortality, a reminder of our complete isolation. For flora and fauna, Winter is about survival, for us its more than that, its survival with an axe to grind. Defeating the Winter is like reaching the summit of an insurmountable peak without anyone to notice. We all experience Winter, we let it pass us by, the trials and strains of the darker times go uncredited. The accomplishment of man is ignored. Survival, it seems, is meant to be gained without approval or recognition. It is something we all share. Winter is hard time for everyone. Everywhere. Every year. Forever.

Academic Numbness i feel like a thought faker, writing all the thoughts of another thought taker. i see others fake thinking, searching for the right words breaking this deep curse withhout even blinking, A sentence or two to say what i mean, but mean what i say, no its just the routine, get your knowledge from the others, thier individual weathers but for heavens sake dont get it from your own #lifes endeavours. Prove you know what others do, what you do to who doesnt mean a thing, its just the way you win. take in all the crap and words of wisdom that have since passed, never missed, mourned or remembered just a frozen thought in a hateful task. spit it out like a professional, your academic confessional, its the way it works, dont change it or make it just repeat till it hurts. Read the same sentence multiple times, take it in, mess it up let the concepts rewind, Give the theory a spin, let the words work themselves in, take out every essence of you in search of acceptence and truth. Show them you know what they know but not a drop more, an unwritten hazard an unspoken law, send it in, wait a while for the endless green mile of judgement and decision, each and every incision, torn apart, broken open, each mistake a sign, a token, words too long words to short, thoughts are awry thoughts mean nought, opinion...no forget it, fact of disguised fiction thats worth some credit.