Burst through from the other side
Jump on a bike
Take a ride

What thoughts inside my head
All this
While asleep in bed

Are dreams a real place?
Or just the space
Behind the face?

When I was little, a voice in my head, said.
“there’s a monster underneath my bed”

Not liking the fear that he gave
A part of me was it's slave

I needed to be brave
Look him in the eye

It was time for a monster hunt
Not knowing the word confront

Monster underneath my bed
Are you inside my head?

Jump up, you can't get me
Claws grabbing that you cannot see

Eye’s closed
Stick my head under the bed
Open up after three
There was nothing there to see

Earbud buddy's
Shut the world out

Earbud buddy's
Silent scream and shout

Earbud buddy's
No eye contact for me

Earbud buddy's
Nothings for free

Earbud buddy's
No man is an island
You wait and see
Interaction,  it's not for me.

Sister
         There's
                     A
                      Twister
                                   Heading
                                                 Our
                                                       Way
                                               Avoid
                                               I
                                      Must
                               This
                        Gust
                    Of
            Dust
    Let's
Be
   On
       Our
             Way

The kaleidoscope
has been shaken

The pieces are
in flux

Fear and ignorance
divide

Balance is the power
love and truth
unite.

"If a big bang occurs and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?"

SPEAK TO ME IN THE VOICES OF BIRDS

all the statues
start to talk
all at once

in the voices of various birds
I watch as their thoughts
take to the skies

now they fall silent
or speak only
in raindrops dripping from foliage

the rain puts
tears in their eyes
or gives the ends

of their
cracked noses
a snotty cold

a few heads
lie scattered
at their marbled feet

eyes closed
with lichen
lips sealed with green

they say nothing
only watch
the silence deepen

an earwig
crawls across
an eye

a passing guide
with a flock
of tourists

blah blah blahs
about the lives and lies
the statues once lived

and of the what
and who
they were

the statues
looked bored
having heard it all before

even in
Hungarian  
and Bulgarian

"Speak to me again...  
" I plead
"...in the language of birds!"

but all
their thoughts
have flown away