blank walls surround me
ceiling is so so low
i can't esc a pe
                     but yet i try

you ask me
why do you claw at these walls
kick until your toes are ******
i re ply:

         have you ever had a sensation so terrible that just for an instant you do all you can to make it stop? i tr
y

you stumble down
not far to the floor
yes. a simple ans wer

well, that is my life i say
keep kicking

Don't approach a dog unknown to you
Holding out your hand, making eye contact
You may frighten him
Let him come to you

Don't write a poem uninspired
It won't work out
In good time
Let it come to you

Don't go out there seeking love
Like a child with a butterfly net
Live your life
Let it come to you

scream! fog separates
announce that you are here!
whatever you do
don't cry!
scream! i understand
announce your prescence!
please
don't cry!
help me understand
hot tears are everywhere
i dont understand

aslee
p
dripping into a timeless dark
quietly
silently
slipping into a mindless dark
breathing heavily can't breath

dizzy
chills burnt amber skies
tress grew
grew!
green surrounding
finally home
amber skies like candles

little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower

who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see       i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly

i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don’t be afraid

look       the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the ***** the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,

put up your little arms
and i’ll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy

then when you’re quite dressed
you’ll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they’ll stare!
oh but you’ll be very proud

and my little sister and i will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we’ll dance and sing
“Noel Noel”

when life is quite through with
and leaves say alas,
much is to do
for the swallow,that closes
a flight in the blue;

when love’s had his tears out,
perhaps shall pass
a million years
(while a bee dozes
on the poppies, the dears;

when all’s done and said,and
under the grass
lies her head
by oaks and roses
deliberated.)