A fragment of mist contained within a black and grey rainbow
Drop of acid rain
Scent of sulfur on a sunny day
The thorn that ****** the finger of the rose given Lady
A speechless recording
Out of tune song, sang by crows
Hair on a starving mans plate
A childs screaming nightmare, at the witching hour
Golden haired sinner amongst the feast of all saints
Me
~A

I read these words today
Like "when faced with overwhelming fear,
Human beings will do almost anything to survive,
****, lie, steal, pray... anything,
Whatever gives them hope that each breath they take won't be their last,
As long as hope remains,
the human will is stronger than steel..

It's when all hope is lost is lost,
That human behaviour reaches its basest form,
And actions that once seemed inconceivable to a rational person become real possibilities..
In desperate minds"

And it got me thinking like..
How many times have I had a one time chance,
To change everything,
To change me...
And all that clouded me was fear,
Fear of being misunderstood,
Seem an outcast, different and at times rude,
Fear that "oh I think he's loosing it" with a pinch of sympathy..
is all I'll get from the people around me
Every productive thought was choked by fear.

And I thought...
may be some dreams don't come true coz
I don't want em bad enough,
Bad enough to scare the hope that I'm moving,
While reality is nursing me
I'm ******* crawling..

I got me thinking,
May sometimes it's okay if people don't get it
Coz sometimes even I don't get them
The decisions they make seem far fetched
But then...
Then they make it
We all do,
in our own little words
Filled with true gaffes and laughs..

Maybe I can do it..
We all can..
We just
Need to want it
That ******* bad

There's spring and there's summer, there's all that's in between
no listless skies of anodyne; now nature flaunts and preens

What beauty fills the hungry eye 'neath a sky of blue, serene
verdant vales soaked in sun, awash in palettes of green

There are pastels that awaken and deep shades that passion brews
created hues that trickle...sprinkled with 'chartreuse'

There's the green of 'asparagus' and that of 'artichokes'
Of 'forest', 'ferns' , of 'moss', a brush of different strokes

Fragrant plants of 'mint', then 'myrtle' and 'green tea'
'Emerald', 'jade' or 'harlequin' and 'malachites' that be

Off creamy shells, just 'pistachio', 'green apples', then of 'pines'
It lies too in 'sap' and 'teal', in 'avocados' and tangy 'lime'

There's green of the 'mantis', in 'jungle', 'hunters' and 'shamrock'
The lithe 'parakeet' fluttering and the lazy sanguine 'croc'

In blessed 'basil', ' pickle', in 'pear', 'olives' in 'bottle green'
'Gourds' and 'peas' that farmers grow in cultivars pristine

'Tis there in 'aqua' and 'seaweed', in the ripple of 'sea green' waves
In 'turtles', 'sea foam', 'anemone' and a 'tropical glistening lake'

From 'laurel green' to an 'army green' , in 'sage' ( a shade of grey )
The color of 'grass' , the murky 'swamp' , hues in array

There's 'neon' and an 'Indian green', a 'Persian' one to mystify
A 'midnight green' to bright 'fluorescent', oh, for green rainbows in the eye

I'm not a smart man
Which is good
Because love is stupid