the comfort of a deep-seated sofa
scruffy and a dark green
sink into its comfort,
the air stale and chilly
a stack of books
silence from the mind
is a salve
a moment to be
without being scathed
from reality

A small spark flames a forest...
A small stone ripples water like torres...
A slight anger turns us into raging beasts...
While a childs giggle makes life a happy feast...
A mothers love eases enormous pains...
As a fathers words moves us up again...
A sisters secret gives way to teasey torture...
While a brothers arm awares unforseen horror...
Friends are there but they tend to change...
In good ways keeping us at close range...
None other are as closest as I to myself...
Yet, we keep brooding about ourselves...


©sim

My Soul Reflects The Darker Shades,
Once Was Full But All Soon Fades,
My Soul When Formed Was Pure & Bright,
Reality Soon Flicked Off The Light.

My Garden Grows & Withers In Time,
Mountains Mount There More To Climb,
The Skies Will Grey & Lighten Too,
The Stuff Of Life Will Frighten You.

If Spirit Dies It Can Be Reborn I Cut Mine Out Like A Coat To Be Shorn.

Was Never A Sheep It Wasn't My Form,  
Angels Could Weep We Transformed To A Storm,
Demons Still Seek So I Have To Inform.

Seraphim Sing To The World & The Calm:
" In Life You Need Learn, Or You're Not Our Concern.
Inferno You Should Burn, If From The Light You Would Turn. "

So Each Day I Take A Note,
Of What I've Learned & What I've Wrote,
Of Every Deed That's Destined To Float,
Of Every Bird & Every Boat.