I have a strange
      black
         cat,
      with bright
   green eyes,
and a curved back
   but truly strange
      is it's
         At
            Ti
               Tude
that all reason
                  defies

We all survive
Till the day we dont
Then who's left survives
Till the day they don't

Ever thought about it?
   You being an actual parasite
In that body you think is yours?

We live our lives
   Ignoring the multitude
Of protestations
   From our bodies
While we flood them
   With too much of our vices

Sugar
   Alcohol
      Nicotine
   Food
Stress
   Time

Living for the day, today
   Putting off thinking about it
To tomorrow
   or the next
Or never
   Until its too late

How do you know
   You are not
An Uninvited Guest?

   A Pest
A parasite?

we live in a cruel cruel world
and yet we wake up every morning
expecting the world to change
expecting today to be different
expecting today to be the day
that everything goes our way
we trudge through the day
with hope tucked in our pocket
and each night we take it out
shake it out
and put it away lovingly
in that pocket close to our heart
hoping tomorrow will be that day...

How much is too much?
When is too much ever enough?
Ever been too paranoid
About too much paranoia?

How down is down?
   Below the grass?
Below the soil and rocks?
   Below Earth's crust?

The deeper you go in
   The more you reach in
The closer you get to the centre
   What's down about a centre?

Tis the heart that beats in time
   Tis the heat that fires the crust
Tis the spin that moves the world
   Tis the soul of the earth alive

But below my soul
   Is no centre pole
Where the centre should be
   Is a gaping hole

Thunder in the distance
Rumbling ominously
This dry dry earth longs for those
Precious few drops that promise to fall

The wind blows the dust around
The wind blows the dead leaves around
The wind blows the hot dry air around
The wind just blows and the sky is brown

The wind stills for a moment
And the earth sighs
But the rain does not fall
Not a single drop to quench her thirst

While you ponder your existence
   Obsessing over the here and now
      Remember there is more to life
   Dreams keep the heart alive and
Smiles lift any water-logged soul

Eyes blinded by sight
   Hands numbed by feeling
Smell suffocated by senses
   Heart crushed by blood

There is a song in my heart
     A lightness in my step
Serenity in my being
     The cracks in my life are healing
Hope is shining through

Softly, softly, on tip-toe she treads
     Happiness creeping in
Balance winning over chaos
     Sunshine melting the darkness
Hope has won the day

When you spend idyllic hours
   Taking bits of this
   And pieces of that
Moulding them into a new whole
You also mix in a piece of your soul
So when you send it out into the world
   Whether for admiration
   Or a need to tempt fate
That little bit of you remains out there
A little reminder of the spark to create

The silence was deafening
Without you lying beside me
I lay with a pillow over my head
Blocking echoes of the silence
But it infiltrated even my dreams

Work work work your ***
Work your life away
Then happily rest your weary soul
Upon your dying day

How do you know that what you have written is original if you haven't read all there is to read out there?

Once you've read all there is to read out there, how can you possibly write anything original ever again?

At a certain stage
in your bustling life

Where you come from
Becomes less important

And getting out of here
Is always on your mind

blue is not only a colour
     but a state of being
darkness is merely
     the absence of light
reality is a figment
     of the imagination
and the universe is as big
     or as small
as the mind that perceives
     it to be