Sing to me what you wish and curse,
in a choir or solo verse.
Scribble down A poem or rhyme,
i’ll give it all of my time.
Sculpt and carve me your heart,
with all its many complex parts.
Paint me all that you dream,
the simple or thee extreme.
Draw me things of what you fear,
or what you hold close and dear.
Speak openly about your thoughts,
all that you seek and all you sought.
Suggest it in A metaphor,
so I can envision what you saw.
Act it out in A scripted story,
so I can marvel at what’s before me.
Write it like A biography,
so I may behold your odyssey.
Free hand me how it is you feel,
so I can see something that’s real.
Be yourself come as you were,
that’s the you that I prefer.

As we toss and we turn,
Our conscious adjourns.
Thoughts start to disfigure,
When closed eyelids flicker.
Memories of time gone distort,
Visions of future form and contort.
Within the mind we easily create,
Wondrous love and passionate hate.
We’re free to judge all we have been,
Even the parts that we hide, the deleted scenes.
Too enlighten our deep seeded sorrow,
Or darken our ever awaiting tomorrow.
Spoken in tenses past and present,
It may be nonsense or possibly relevant.
When we spin ourselves tall tales to fantasise,
Time as we know it so easily passes by.
When torturing ourselves with merciless power,  
Every minute feels like an hour.

I course through the veins of leaves,
I hide amongst the rushes and reeds.
I can carry home A mass convoy,
I can aid others too deploy.
I run through the vast rain forest,
I feed army’s in a flourish.
I can reflect all of what surrounds,
I can let you glimpse at my deepest grounds.
I glide my way down the mountains,
I pass my way through the home towns.
I have rolled under the bare footed young,
I have washed away blood of those that hung.
I am the one the ocean calls too deliver,
I am thee almighty river.

I give you A nod, A how do you do.
You nod right back, in the politest way too.
I give you wave, on this particular day,
You copied my wave, in a similar way.
I moved to one side, to let you get by,
Yet you waited for me, without saying why.
I smiled at you, as you moved on behind,
I think maybe we’ve passed, some other time.
I change my path, from this way to that,
Then suddenly I see you, coming right back.
Is this simply A minor coincidence,
One of those that makes no sense.
Then I stop, I see you there,
Fixated on me, with your dark stare.
I dart to my left, you move to your right,
Your following me, I know your type.
I start to move, I pick up my pace,
Thats when we begin to race.
I criss and I cross, to shake you off.
I duck and I dive, to bide more time.
I have to stop for it’s no use,
For me to try too lose you.
You check mate me right throughout,
Without A SHADOW of A doubt.

Passion or obsession,
Conviction or oppression,
Influence or hindrance,
White lies or spoken wise,
Truth teller or fortune seller,
Construction or disruption,
Digression or expansion,
Education or incarceration,
Conformity or abnormality.

Today seems brighter than yesterday,
Tomorrow no longer stands in my way.
Was it A gentle change from the wind,
That turned A grimace to A grin.
Maybe the new colour I saw in the rainbow,
That reminded me, of how little I know.
Or was it the bird who changed its melody,
So I could sing along, when it sang to me.
Possibly the flower that bowed, as I walked by,
That brought the beauty back to my eye.
Yes, I Thank them all ~
It’s far too kind,
To bless me with your precious time.
At last though, it was the words I saw,
Amongst the moon and stars read,
You Can Always Return, Once You’ve Gone Too Far.

Parents Evening;
At the tender age of two,
What will they tell me,
about you?
From the beginning,
You sat there - legs swinging.
Posture slouched,
Lips placed in pout.
You looked at me,
With A smile so sweet.
Then glanced across,
Towards the empty seat.
You fidgeted you fiddled,
You picked and you nibbled.
Your teacher entered,
And she read,
Your report that clearly said -
Ava is A lovely girl,
Who speaks so well!
When in defence,
She can raise hell.
So kind to her friends, and shares a treat!
She rather has a stubborn streak.
To summarise, without much time,
Your daughter is doing perfectly fine!
I looked towards my little girl,
Our thoughts linked, our eyes synced,
So we could swap our secret smile,
For she truly is - Me as A child.