Questionmarks

The sun in me

The sun is me

Small deity

Hidden away

Clouds hold sway

Over and over

Figures so little

Over us hover

Like you and me

Humidity

Gnaws on our bones

Anxiety

Kills immortality

Vapours

Puff immorality

Come crashing down

As downpour

Will we endure?

Little sun

Am I right?

Blinding light

Is it worth to fight?

For another sunset

Another sunrise

Another overcast

Another day

Goes by so fast

At the speed of light

Blink once

And you might miss it.

Hive

Busy bee

Me with you and she

Clueless as to why

Drain the posy

Objective is a lie

Nest on a scree

Busy bee

One plus one is we

Hard as we fly

Gravity we defy

Busy bee

Work makes free

Choir in hi-fi

Under marquee

Noisy bee

Constant supply

Identify

Busy bee

With blind's eye

Hive requires fee

Be not a far cry

Busy bee

Gatherer botfly

Plastic devotee

Echo the war cry

Bachelors whereby

Busy bee

Made a shanty

Puking rupee

After rupee

Nitzsch scrape by

Nips you honeybee  

In the hive donee

Safely set by

Beneficiary of thy.

Deposed Queen Bee

Drones traded for bolts

Hexagonal new boss

Has order on the ropes

Honey costs moults.

Fickle Twinkle

A connected solitary

Meets one and zero

Input commentary

Wins a hero.

Hacked capillary

Own a lot

Auxiliary

Many a bot.

Iam vivi flavi

My body's a tomb

Iam vivi flavi

My retreat's a womb.

Teachings in staccato

Fear and tremble sow

In wait for my cameo

Changes I undergo.

Distributed in a rodeo

Taught to know

Bow down to the dough

Dread the feeling might show.

A crack might grow

On the public window

And the wind will blow

Shot like crossbow.

Anon's whistleblow

Inconspicuously true

Right from the heart

Through and through.

Aimed at the flow

Circuit disrupts

And the afterglow

A surge of arts.

A field of mindsets

A field of mines

Planted to take root

Planted to scry.

Livid a bruit

Let out to blossom

Bloated to fruit

Ensnared the whole sum.

Boogeyman's shadow

Boogeyman's grip

Snaffles the captives

Arrests their kip.

Swaddled in wires

Blue light wave

Around campfires

Do they behave.

Crown

Ivy sprouts thenceforth

Where Satyr stained

The ground received

Gift of living madness

Right from his girth

So toxic, yet so fine

Dryad was instigator

Gaze rushed to dine

Devour she-tittilator

Where seed fell

How don't ask

The trees won't tell

Green stars appeared

Wet behind the ear

Was I your father

To choose this wreath

My son to crown

His heat bequeath.

Harvest Gold

Lounge

With anxieties
Seats are full
On luggage belts
Forgotten
Souls going around
Stickers are staring
Stuck with strangers
In a waiting room
For life
My heart caves in
Think I can't take it no more
Of the libel and the labels
A sentence undeserved
Though served
Fixed to the departure board
Waiting on my flight
To flee the scene
The place I don't belong
Trip I wasn't asked for
Yet pay
Like a cigarette I smoke
Constantly I choke
Until the signal hails my plane
All this time I cared in vain
Lost in the us and you and they
Bundle of pronouns
Hit me
Like bundles of sticks
Blocking my way
Clouding me
Before the Judgement day
Halting my prayers
In delay
I hold my breath
I close my eyes
Hoping for a bad dream
Hoping for a sky
So clear and baby-blue
Just like the times
Of innocence and laughter
Before I grew
Wasting on this queue.

Idolatrine