lots of bits and pieces here, bits of strings, pieces of cloth, laundry pegs, handles to god knows what, scattered coins from scattered lands, paperclips, brokendreams, rubberbands, scraps of life
on paper doodled, rolls of film, batteries alive and dead, scary thoughts from one's head, lego blocks, bits of wood, seashells from the seashore, keys from a life before, unknown things, important somehow, jigsaw pieces of a china dove, thumbtacks, nuts, screws and bolts, lists to do, that just did not, lids from old jamjars, spent pepperpots, bright neon plastic straws, words left unsaid, that may have started wars, little stone pebbles collected,
because, packets of seeds, vegatable and flower, the combo to the lock, of all the lost hours,  bits of the times, i often regret,  pieces of my heart, awaiting repair.....
but amongst all this
stuff i cannot find,
any leftover, clarity of mind.
rooting around in the junk drawer of life, always an adventure, not always kind.

broken glass ,shattered dreams*
scars we try to conceal....
lies masquerading as hopes..
a raging sea of torment .....endless storms within
one side of the mirror....me, myself , i in doubt.
on the other, the man i need to be.....screaming
loud....silently.
a teardrop mask...... a reflection of who i am,
portrait of truth i cant accept.
who knows what the darkness hides.
words unsaid, a withdrawal..... do not second
guess......beneath lies a chained soul..only
love can break free.
broken glass......empty shells,whilst trying to pick
yourself...... they cut.......and you'll  bleed across
the land...
broken glass will tell you lies,
bleed your soul and blind your eyes.
beware.....like a demon on the rise...
fought against the world, knowing how fragile
broken glass can be....as fragile as glass ...
that is me....
where do i go from here, what fate is drawing
near.....in the end......i am what i am..
broken glass of whats left of me

#broken #fear #dreams #torment #storms #fragile #fate
#brokendreams #shattereddreams

ONE STAR
lifted mast high
how it dolls up
the lonely sky
as i lumber over my terrace
while the dusk breeze in
envisage some analogy
between that single star
and this forlorn lover
waiting since forever
for a mere touch
of his mere fingertip
just how this luminary
waits to be embraced
by the angelic moon
so i close my eyes
let my hand
run over my hair
while the flashes
of an uncelebrated goodbye
make me unair them
and look up to find
TWO STARS
lingering in the sky
alone, yet not so alone
cherishing the entity of other
more than its own
i shut my eyes again
a gentle wind
vibrates through my veins
as i beseech
for their togetherness
THREE STARS
i look up and find
FOUR STARS
FIVE STARS
and all at once
about a THOUSAND STARS
gets the sky
a fresh lease of life
and gets me into
the swing of moment
now when i look back on
the blank sky
much like my barren life
this eventuality somehow
aids my hope.
#Stars #Brokendreams #revitalize