wise mysteries

Author's Note: These two poems are written the way they are meant to be. This includes spacing, punctuation and spelling whether grammatically correct or incorrect. The beauty of poetry is that there are rules, but you are under no obligation to follow them and have every opportunity to break them. That is why i write free verse - it is my escape into my mind and an amazing way to vent but also create. Create something unique, untouched and purely of your hand. So please, read on and enjoy one of my recently published poems and one that i made up just now.

- RR ❤️

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strip me of my halo

and smash my smile to smithereens

there is no point playing hero

when all you want is for me to crumble.

there is no power in what you think you have

there is no pain in the words you bring

and yet my lips still feel the stains of blood

among my endless shadowed smiles

there is too much to know

but my heart will continue to breathe

as this is my rabbit hole of truth

and my dreamscape of mysteries

which will remain full of twisted memories

may the hopes of endless watchers

be fulfilled such as our destinies

and the thoughts we bury invisibly

stay forever fighting to reach our minds

you will not know my many promises

of a world too distant to understand

and there is no way for you to remember

what kindness they let you have

as the feather floats down

it is clasped

smothered

but still glows

it is the indirect image of our wonders and desires

the curiosity that flows through our minds

don't ever forget it's sweet lullaby tune.

....

when the magpies dawdle

and the kookaburras laugh

the silence is banished

far from us

the desert stretches onwards,

while the kangaroos trail our ute

the snakes dance in the red dust dirt

as the wedgies find their way home

welcome to our colour-island

somewhere away from you

there is a choice to live either costally

or find a home among the wild world

let the sea spray tickle your eyelashes

and the echidnas watch you from afar

there are snakes and spiders and crocodiles

but "they're more scared of you than you think"

the peace is something else here,

it never comes is what i mean

there is always something to laugh about

or someone to chase from the trees

the koalas will scream at dusk

but the birds will never really hush

the mozzies and geckos signal heatwaves

while the blue-tongues demand sunshine

after the clouds calm the morning's warmth

the crickets will chirp endlessly into the night

announcing the end of another Australian day.