Pedestal

They look at each other
One of them just stepped off the pedestal but they’re not sure who
So they’re not sure what to say...
He kicks the pedestal over and smiles
They both laugh
She stands up the pedestal and invites him up to stand
As he proceeds to climb the pedestal, she shoves him aside and jumps up
She then strikes a pose and sticks out her tongue
After a moment of admiration she steps down and it hurts him to see.
They swap places
He poses. He pauses. He looks down and realised if she were to kick the pedestal he would fall and it would hurt too
He steps down, kicks over the pedestal and smiles
They both laugh.
After a while he then realised he is miserable
He pulls a gun to his head
Just to do it
Just to feel the cold steel
He realises she has done so too
One of them did so first but they’re not sure who
She drops and kicks away the gun and smiles
They both laugh
He  picks up her gun and invites her to use it
She is not sure if he’s serious...

The long walk

A distant wall
I try talking to it. A week passes. The home no longer stands.
I tap. I wait. I leave. I walk
Through the cool evening. I walk so slowly the people don’t realise I’m passing by
I was alone and happy
I am not alone now so sad
I think of you but hate the surface talk
I wonder which of our steps made us slip in to the depths of the lake
I wonder what changed when I saw you wet
When I heard your lone voice without it drowning through the noise of others
We could leave the kids to squabble and learn how to interact with each other
We could scream into the night
We could sit in silence
We could dry each other off slowly
... Or we could jump back in to the lake

- Sleeps

Context

The language of our soul has no concept of context.
I have found.
No intent, just resonance.
The most content and/or invigorating.
I pull these words out of context and you with them
In a time where the dominant philosophy is romanticism
Which has a higher importance than love itself
You asked me if it was enough
...
It is not
...
I’m not sure I ever intended it to be.
As I lift these words, I lift myself too out of context
To play as a soul
And as I recover mine
I realise
I miss you

- Sleeps

If this were us...

A journey
Air into the lungs
Back seat
Under cover
Hands held. To dance. To move. Just to hold.
A joke. That all smile and all contribute to, whether butt or architect
Caring more for each other than ourselves.
Tomorrow we could die and that’s a humorous predicament to us all
For that, none of us can be “trusted”
But who needs trust in a totalitarian paradigm?
Just do as you’re told, as peace is more important than freedom. More important than truth.
Venturing the cold as a choice
Remaining sober as a choice
Being high on life as a result

... Because life is simply the game you choose to play

- Sleeps

The painter

The canvas and page trends to see more of the soul than a confession booth
And on that canvas, I saw the devil
Almost passed it by
Subtle and distilled
Knowing a whisper is loader than a preacher, all it took was for the king to look the wrong way for a moment
And with eight minutes, my peace remain...
(The one have to me, the other have to others)

But post this moment, an old lady grabs wrist and says 'don't let go'
She was imposing and demanding... But also afraid
I couldn't stay and through specific movement of the arm, could easily release the grip.

The painter stopped me from passing and proceeded to lecture me on my ignorance asking with others who passed his work without detailed inspection of it.
I stopped, listened politely and agreed so much beauty in the world goes unrecognised
Infact anything you chose to focus on could share it's unique history... Even down to each brick of this city...
But I couldn't give a shit about his beauty, especially considering his goal of selling it.

- Sleeps

Wore

He wore it for the thousands... He said.
So I came out to research this crowd.
I'm in a familiar City but all my friends are either out of town or I am forbidden to see.
Forbidden to see someone who brings so much joy. So much excitement. So much connection.
Hahahah can you imagine... Being forbidden
Sacrilege in this day and age
Born ahead of this century... So how do we make this work?
Could we make this work?
Should we make this work?
Because my head sways through states of mind
Almost like I'm tripping and begin to observe myself as a creature.

Sometimes you don't realise how happy you are
Sometimes you don't realise how happy you can be
Sometimes you realise meaning surpasses happiness
.. And sometimes you just want to watch the world burn as fire kills disease

I love who I am
I am excited for who I can be
I fondly look back on who I was...

I'm also interested in the moment people learn that ultimate freedom means ultimate responsibility.

- Sleeps

A Hero Dies

You taught me that my dark was not to be ashamed of, but instead to be explored
Expressed through means for which i had no skill nor any business being in
you taught me it wasn't a matter of being skilled, instead a matter of being
I then began to be
The deeper i went the higher i grew
The liars, the posers, the adored slowly began to be less relevant and even an absurd use of time
From a boy day dreaming of meteor shows, to a man standing alone.
Understanding death more than he did life.
Life, an essence of 'love', which is probably why no one could understand or explain it.
He just saw the decaying nature of it. The endless war and promise of death.
So he promised death to all those he touched.
And through their re-birth they could maybe hold hands and talk with each other.
Now they were finally free to...
Now they were finally free of...
themselves.

You taught me, that search and destroy was a beautiful thing, not a militant one.
Continuously destroying oneself. The most creative approach to life.

Countless other learnings... but today you taught me out of all current issues, from tribalism to racism, the biggest issue facing todays society is... white men

A hero didn't just die... i did too.