If imagination imagined me
the way I imagine it might
would the imagining of
imagination
imagine me filled with light?

She sidles up to me,
unbridled lust can be
no more exciting than this.

Reformed
reborn and
conforming to
the norm.

This is life in the golden glass
a backward look at those who
pass
inspection.

It's not special being normal
but
it's different.

I am different too.

In time when the time comes
and the ships sails
when the tasks I have failed in
of which there are many,
(pick and choose one if any)
it'll be time to move but by then
I'll have moved on again.

In this race against time
who
can change base into wine?
it's
better and lighter than lead.

The winning post plays host to the
one who gets there first,
if you thirst for an accolade
run faster.

I thirst for lemonade
it's tastier.

window panes in the dark
secrets locked within...
twisted whispers whirl about
dance the dance of sin.
broken mirror on the floor
yesterdays hope reflected...
dreams dangle from a noose
forbidden love rejected.
cinders pop beneath the hearth
vacant words to vapor...
crimson color stealing sight
blood of her hearts *****.
nevermore she softly sung
while razor slipped into flesh...
pleads for help screamed unheard
as body made final thresh.

end.

A delicate hand paints on an invisible canvas
With blind fingers and a seeing heart
A loveliness no darkness could ever swallow
Because this hand is not afraid
Of the dark

Longing to chase shadows into their chains
To see water flow from a promise
A delicate hand paints the bluest skies
With clouds embracing the sun
On a canvas

What a remarkable sight inside one’s mind
These delicate brushes of happiness
Blind fingers paint with a seeing heart
Scattering darkness from a world
That’s grown cold