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 May 2014 imaginary reality
Jack
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“Well she's walking through the clouds”

Little wings keep her upright
as she strolls through the sunrise
now brightly glowing within my heart,
blind to my feelings

“With a circus mind that's running wild”

Beneath azure tents of atmosphere,
smiling at another perfect day in her world
While tame white tigers
roar on cue

“Butterflies and zebras”

Watercolor happiness fills her eyes
as she chases the beauty that is her nature,
caressing all that she touches
with the wonder that is her essence

“And moonbeams and fairy tales”

Moonbeams, something lost in my imagination
and once upon a times, when poppies and dandelions sing
the saddest of songs for my desires
flood in a downpour of dreams not realized

“That's all she ever thinks about”

While frolicking childlike atop cotton candy visions
never once looking my way,
finding this love I hold so gently,
only for her

“Riding with the wind”

On whispered breezes she disappears
as day drinks of twilight
and weary eyes find star light harsh…I sleep,
waiting for the new day, waiting for her…once again
Written with the help of the lyrics from the Sting or Jimi Hendrix classic, "Little Wing". Which ever you prefer.
 May 2014 imaginary reality
Jack
I fell hard for you
but my parachute never opened
 May 2014 imaginary reality
Jack
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Capturing Zephyrs

Soft on the wings of a butterfly dreaming
Comforting clouds wrap me tight in their hold

Floating forever on fresh water wishes
Counting the whispers of love that unfold
~
Cascading whims fall in pools to discover
Finding reflections on ripples embark

Drawing a line between each star above us
Tracing your smile as it glows in the dark
~
Sipping the tea of a magnolia blossom
Savoring every moment in time

Reading the words penned in endless devotion
Breathing each phrase filled with magical rhyme
~
Basking in sunlight now sent from the heavens
Capturing zephyrs in frolicking charms

Color me free on the petals of posies
Warm the embrace as I fall in your arms
 May 2014 imaginary reality
Liam
insidious...
the forces that bend us toward self-destruction

insidious...
the illusions that feed those malevolent forces

insidious...
the stories that construct those obscuring illusions

insidious...
the thoughts that metastasize into those deluding stories

insidious...
the mind that identifies with those detrimental thoughts

innocent...
the soul that succumbs
 May 2014 imaginary reality
Liam
like a fish out of water
walking backwards upstream
grand illusion of compliance
buying nothing sight unseen

respecting their essence
detached from their path
connected in spirit
repelled by all wrath

norms without ethics
morality sans love
passion ever searching
a need to rise above

heart sinking hatred
mind numbing neglect
mountain moving greed
rarely circumspect

not infrequently i ponder
how my being was unfurled
wondering deeply in my soul
if i belong to another world
 May 2014 imaginary reality
Liam
on the crowded quai of inception
   gilded minutes ornately revolve
time is measured in tranches of soul
   transporting moments of his essence

never versed in the outside world
   an innocent daughter of imagination
boarding a train of transfixed reverie
   her departure held fast in sistine release

such a private exhibition on public display
   their affection left open to interpretation
a tearfully expressive and inspired farewell
   within a shrine devoted to the art of the muse
 May 2014 imaginary reality
Liam
they say a watched *** never boils
but my mind certainly does
and i watch it all the time
it's never out of my sight
yet it's constantly spilling its contents
in a roiled turmoil
all over my consciousness

the result is a reduction
of my state of mind
of my perspective
either a concentrated awareness
or a flavorless sludge of grey matter
it all depends on the heat applied
it all depends on evaporation

a proper chef would be attentive
a saucier of good stock
choosing quality ingredients
maintaining a simmer
avoiding a seethe
controlling condensation
distilling even pabulum to perfection
i like to watch the stars lighting up the night
twinkling in the sky like a fairy light
high up in the sky floating wild and free
millions maybe more shining down on me.

such a lovely feeling such a sight to see
makes lifes seem so peaceful and so heavenly
glowing in the dark like diamonds in the sky
i like to watch the stars as they go floating bye
i was in the garden when i heard a funny thing
the hedgehog on my path he began to sing
he sang a lullaby underneath the moon
very soft and gentle he began to croon.

it was a lovely tune ive never heard before
very sweet and gentle a lovely music score
he had a lovely voice as soothing as can be
i think  it must have been a song that he wrote for me.

when he finished singing his lovely melody
i felt really happy and my heart was full of glee
he wandered down the path and went along his way
i still sing his song to this very day
 May 2014 imaginary reality
Tea
A bird in the nest is
safe
warm
protected
but how will it fly?
If you're in the same place forever, you will never get hurt. But you will also never grow.
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