Daydreaming;
Streaming then sieving
through words to find
their precious meaning
whilst leaving behind
the ***** sediment of
unneeded sentiments
which do not heed
the verse.

Imagine sighing
into a silent night –
and all the stars
suddenly take flight
upon your breath
to rest
upon the empty midnight sky.

Imagine how it would feel
to know
you hold the universe
in your breast
every time
you hold you breath.

Would it be too much
for you to bear?
Or would you dare
to open wide
your lips and eyes
and laugh
as you give birth
to your universe
with a simple, sensual sigh…?

If you play with fire,
You’re gonna get burnt –
That was the lesson I learnt
when I was very young…

So I must be very dumb
to let you start
playing with my heart –
When that tongue of yours
spits out sparks
with every breath you take.

And every word you make
Catches on your lips and rips
against them like matches,
Blowing the glowing embers
of your lies tenderly
into my eyes where they catch against
my blind desire.

If you play with fire,
You’re gonna get burnt –
That was the lesson I ignored
when I was very young…

So I guess it doesn’t hurt
when I get burnt.

Or maybe I just prefer
being dumb.

No thought tsunamis -
One idea at a time, please
don't drown me in words

A confession of crows
crowd and clamor around
a jackdaw preacher

The line that lies 'tween
love and hate is not fine but
merely too fragile

The day slowly dies;
Scars bleed across the sky as
sunset stains the sea

Love is someone who has your back
by never trying to hold you back,
Love is someone who gives a ****
by never trying to give you ****,
Love is someone who helps you out
by taking time to hear you out,
And
love is someone who takes control
yet never tries to take your soul.

**** happens; it’s true.
And no matter what you do,
****’ll happen to you.

It’s nothing personal; it’s just life.
And life don’t differentiate
between wrong and right.

So the best thing to do is have fun,
And laugh as **** happens,
‘Cause when all’s said and done –

This **** that happens ain’t a curse,
So when it sees you feeling good,
Then perhaps what’ll happen,
Is this **** that’s happening
will feel worse.

I am an island.
I am a little spit of land,
Swept away by unsettled waters
and shifting sands;
Forced alone to
make my home
In an insubstantial sea.

Yet on my island
I am free; free to preserve
my eccentricities
in a nature reserve
made from nurturing love of
what I choose to be.

I am an island.
Borne away on wistful waves, I
travel onward,
Seeking a place where
there are others who are free;
And when I find them,
There I’ll stay, and
thereafter spend my days
Not as an island…
But as me.