Colin wheeler

Colin wheeler Aug 2013

Stories for the liking
Words that are outspoken
Supple thoughts reaching us without loss
till starting without my friend
my end is my beginning

Artists walking in circles
going about for a story
speaking minds behind no words
this is the raven
starting from my end

Beginning on paper
sometimes to comprehend
I will stumble around corners of amateur levels
Transitioning the whole
nothing around the middle
the end and my beginning

Climbing up to classes
people searching the colors to many eyes
but never following really
seek the flows with my mind
The beginning my end

inner circles not perfect
without any sound
drums in my ears
strings to my thoughts
and papers around my fingers
My end is nothing i want to see

Without beginning with my start to the end
The story is not always playing
according the fellow man
being sorry
to stop the mere end

Time wont save my soul
those words
forgotten from the start
there is a beginning to each new end
focus from chapter 21...

Anything

Colin wheeler Aug 2013

My Mind a Blossom in Time

the start of a seed with pure dirt
nothing in disguise
little things to water of the sky
all we need to see it come alive

a green stick of sour muscles
spreading his love
getting longer
seeking for shade
absolute light
growing confident into pure luck

Turning brown over time
like the dirt you allmost came with
getting circles for each end of time
all the cycles to stiff
blossom its mind

making green fur
not being naked and empty
green veins of species
all unique

spreading love
turning little green ***** covered in hair
like a bald man
opening up to be a beautiful gland
pink shapes made of white material

Can this be a

blossom
flower
person
human

my life is catching up to nature
nature just wants to please itself
just like all the others

the shallow region of the heart
a concept of living
throughout
or
without you.

Colin wheeler Aug 2013

Dust

the taste of morning dust
with a feel of penniless thoughts
that dont give a ****.
great moments that lasted only mere seconds
to zero dust

the colourless imagination of
hiding behind wood finish sunglasses
all the stars are open
smoke black heart
its just your way to die
leaning over tents in a blue river sky

String noises
wine but never 'whine'
voices creating
never time

looking for animals of the lesser
busses searching for the life
create some discussions

pretending to see that you are looking at me
avoiding the sounds of people searching for me
Shield of imagination
wondering alone without temptation
nobody can seek creation
please dont ask for the dust of the imagination
I will allways reach to the thorns realizing
my expectations
I dont have a response

the dust is just my way of telling
my being to be
alone in this sponge of the
never ending cycle
of me to be free

Colin wheeler Aug 2013

Covet

winters are all the same why would it change

white
brown
wet or dry

winters all perfectly different for us to try
I dont know where this is going

maby to seasons

maby just words

maby friends

maby nothing

i've looked all around the search for that
we will never really know if it is that
so we wander around looking to

smell that
feel that
look at that
read that
judge that
enjoy that
Love that
eradicate that

walk away from that

or simply know that

pretencious people wanting what they dont have
never finding that
selfless people will judge
make up con artists will allways seek
all ******* they speak
mindblowing weapons of the tounge
faking all that is done
living the real way
I'ts time for me to get that
making people believe in that
can be the best achievement in that
don't think about that
It's just a rumour that

**that is that

Colin wheeler Aug 2013

Addiction to Madness

Crazy thoughts doing nothing but works
listen to the madness of mind mattering words
creating things just for a poll
singing all the way to nothing at all.

The madness around us
playing with suttle thoughts to crush us
peacefull minds opening up to the world of madness

Dwelling voices around my head
can't say a word reaching for inner self
creating my own unreal reality
I am in a sofa around a smelling of that.

lying in bed
alcohol
sigarettes
pills
music
thoughts
Still

The uspoken thought is my broken fork
turn into my love of non thinking state of the you
stay true to say who are you.

dont let the madness pop
madness that bubble
**** yourself up
kick it up
The Addiction

Colin wheeler Aug 2013

L I F E

We walk the plank
With fear or love
Good or bad

Colin wheeler Aug 2013

Mirror's being

The colourless imitation of one self
the selfish thing that shows us ourself.
Seeking the faults of our rear image
The flaws of our perfect image

Tell me silver being,
Are you the two face we are seeing;
Reflection of our sanity into madness
Never knowing the real sadness

One way conversations into.
Telling every story the way you never want to
Jailed to the revealing found,
showing emotion to the reaction of the mind

Darkness around light.
Seeking the day or night.
Already bound to a similar thing,
we call the body, of the being.

Craft the perfection
Now to reflection
Born in colours
Who is he to judge others.