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 Feb 2018
Kenya83
If you were a colour I’d struggle to discover
One that represented all that’s comprehended
There would be bright and mellow hues, tones of multicolour zones
Depending on multiple factors, you’d transmit watercolour attractors
Technicolour passions formed from synchronised, monochrome fashions
Ever changing patterns, rotating kaleidoscope lanterns
You give your yellow to me, I stare at it till I see
Orange, it’s heated with fire
It cools to purple without losing desire
The passion in your charcoal grey, you shared
And red declared I was prepared
To share tie-dye techniques, however unique
You rinse off your paintbrush in artistic rush
Diluting my balance, for a moment I’m crushed
Then colours touch, creating rainbows and such
Chakras align, bleeding colours my lifeline
 Feb 2018
Third Eye Candy
i cannot begin. i've already started.
now i'm staring into space.
i can't see where i'm going for all the being there.
like a forest and a tree
exchanging a Polaroid
for methadone.

and a stone compass...

a compass that never believed in True North.
so it spins.
 Feb 2018
Cné
from head to my toes
you don’t seem to see my flaws
& i love your eyes.
Gorgeous is the woman
with storms in her eyes,
a bruised soul
and many scars
but still dares to open up,
to trust with her heart
and fall in love
that is a woman
who bleeds stardust
and cries
tears of pure love….
This is dedicated to a really sweet person that I know, who has no idea how strong she actually is.
Sweetie, you shine, keep shining!!
 Jan 2018
David Noonan
lying here waiting to wake
may unconscious streams return me home
as a gentle flow succumbs to riverbank
meandering drift through memories of yore
aromas of sweetest royal fern consume
my days now passed for this night I long
to wrap me around a reed buntings song
so far from this storm of rattling gates
destined to tear through a fragile facade
reality she rides late on a January gale
entrapping my dreams in her deceitful fog
riverbank night heed a compassionate plea
o let sleep announce that I may finally wake
only when we sleep are we sometimes truly awake to the beauty and possibilities of living...
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