Open up the word book,
What do you see?
Poem’s of the mind in 3d

A stream of consciousness on every page,
It’s your mind I wish to engage.

So put on your imaginary glasses, and have another look,
What stands up inside the poet’s book.

As the sediment of memory
settles on the river bed of the mind,
only a little is remembered of what gets left behind.

How I'd like to drill a core sample without getting clinical,
slice up that cylindrical.

Re-examine, re-discover the things I left behind.

One night it did occur,
Magic carpet's are real and true.

My mattress where I lay in slumber,
My dreams, my magic carpet ride.

While riding one night a thought did arise,
Dreams feature sunshine and light.

Dream light, I could not help theorize
upon a leaf would it
photosynthesize.

Thank you for all you gave,
I feel like I've been saved

The university of life
was worth the pain and strife

Every hard lesson
Now met with forgiveness

Even death now a friend
The end or more to come?

There are certain things
to which I will always be
sat upon the fence

My favourite sunset
my favourite poem
springs to mind
as my de-fence