dark

amongst stories

of dark worlds.

and fallen angels.

and scars. that never heal.

there are shades

of light. and stars

shining bright.

waiting for you

to come home

© Hudson Biko

 

 

 

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bedlam

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in the bedlam

of days

there are times

when the haze

of yesterdays

will come in

and play.

and there are times

when the decay

of the better times

will come in and stay.

and we will

pray

in the only

way

we know how

to ask

for a way

to make the less. less.

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Lydz Leow

flux

rain

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it was 3 am.

some sampha was playing.

and

the earth was still.

and

the rain was dim.

and

every so often

there was nothing that mattered

as much

as

letting it fall

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Sarah Diniz Outeiro

blue

it was about midday.

the branches were low.

a lawn mower

hovered

above the sound of the birds

lined against the silence

of the sky.

the blue

was bleeding.

in

and out.

© Hudson Biko