she forgives the notion
that her photographs are images
to her they are epic tales
to her they are living creatures with lives of their own
they speak to her
worlds full of life and motion
they jump up and get personal with you
still life breathing in motion implied
a girl with dreadlocks moving against the
trees in background
you can sense her laughter
you can feel the warmth of the sunshine
taste her sweat and perfume
epic tales to be told silently to your eyes
beautiful thoughts captured still life
growing in the heart
taste of her dreadlock beauty's hand

Suddenly it hit you
Not everyone adores you
the way you adore them

It makes you feel bad
but then you realised that
it is not a sin to do that

You tried to put yourself in their shoes
to convince yourself that
it is okay for someone to feel that way about you

They just don't like you
accept the fact that
you are nugatory to them

If only I had freedom for every bird
a right for every wrong
a first for every third
a voice for every song
a guitar for every pick
a reason for every rhyme
a solution for every problem that needs fixed
a time for every clock that's broken
a blender for every heart in the mix
a game for every token
a laugh for every joke
an audience for every word spoken
a high for every low
speech for every interaction
fire for every ****
a Princess Peach for every Mario
a reaction for every action
gain for all that's lacking
a smile for every pain
a cat for every dog barking
if only I had this for that

happy birthday they said to me
it would be the best day they said to me
they didnt know they ruined my birthday
cause they couldnt let go their own problems for one day
just for me
its ok
just because i did it all the time doesnt mean they have to put me first

A sunshiny day
It's bright warmth I do not feel
Food on my table
That I no longer can taste
Insensible without you

although i'm still having dreams about him,
you're what i thought about
when i first woke up

i hope that's okay

The silky blue and the silky green
The rocks and the rubble
The browns and the greys

The orange flower pots filled with peat
Flowers reaching out their buried roots
wildly drinking up the silky blue-
speckled white with rain-buckets full

There roams the cattle big family group
across the silky green munching as they go
Calves kicking up their heels frolicking
in the dewy wet grass their carpet and their breakfast

Where does man-flesh fit passing as he does each day brief
One could be gardener seeing to the silky green
Another predicting weather out the silky blue
One digs up grey rocks out the brown for building walls-
To help the farmer herd his cattle

Another sits recording a passing scene forever changing
Forever the same forever one passing hour
One passed moment a time recorded gone
His pen finally falling silent.