thinking about you
the one who understands
without speaking
like a fist on the surface
squeezed muscle underneath
the power of you
and the infinite heat

Dying
At home
Is the biggest bliss in the present times

All I hoped
was once a dream,
but fortune was in my favour.

I came to life
to live and love
and give all light a flavour.

A cave within
was filled with thoughts
drowned by emotions contained.

First of the friends,
show me the way,
to be, no longer, estranged.

the girl with the blue hair
bled outside of the lines
like the overdose of colour in the
comics that she read.
big eyes and
big lips - the girls on the pages
had hearts for eyes and tears
of fat diamonds.
their sadness so precious.
their affection spans shaped
like rainbows in the
big big blue.

she liked all the colours.
the girl with the blue hair
painted her lips
in the new york cold for
life should be livid, life should
be vivid.
and she
wanted the colours
inside of her blue.

like inking a sketch she
filled herself up.
i was silent when this meant
she threw herself at countless walls
to call
the carnage 'art' -
see how

the girl with the blue hair
became an artist.

Waterfall eyes watching
Kaleidoscope skies,
Clouds blend into blue,
My tongue dances for you
Behind grinding teeth,
Where my secrets creep.
Your tongue invades eagerly,
As your poison slowly seeps
Graces my cheeks,
And crawls down my throat.
A fatal kiss that pulls me
To another world,
Tried to pay the toll, but
I can't figure this out.
There's a bad taste in my mouth
And all my emotions flew down south.
Even though it's not winter,
On my spine I feel a shiver
Dancing down my vertebrae
As you pick, my scrambled brains.
My mind served on a silver plate,
Your forks scratch and scrape
At fragile tissue
That drives me insane.
Matter that I misuse
Worrying about trivial issues.
Following the yarn to the ball,
To unravel it all.
The source of my pain
Reduced to nothing but string.



I don't care what they say,
You're still fun to me.

-SLuR

Sat  on  a  bench  in  the  park  today.
A  Chinese  tourist  was­  down  
on  her  knees.
Taking  photo's  of  the
daises  in  the­  grass.
We  would  never  think
of  doing  that.

Keith  Wilson.­  Windermere.  UK.  2016.

Warm Afternoon

It was a really  warm  afternoon

Almost  like  summer
Stayed  out  for  q­uite  awhile
On  my  return
Shafts  of  sunlight
Were  beaming  through  my  ­window
An  endless  blue  sky
Across  the  heavens
The  only  sou­nd  was  the  chiming
Of  a  nearby  church  clock

It was a warm and peaceful afternoon


Keith  Wilson     Windermere  UK  2016

Spring  is  now  resting.
After  some  lovely  spring  days.
It  is  now  snowing.
Typical  British  weather.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK  2016.