The fragile mind
a fractal lined with broken glass
where broken people pass in broken lines.
I tread warily where acid in the eyesight bothers me,where
washed up words are the emergency and 999 is something
that you see while watching your TV.
I move carefully
disturbing nothing,this community does not welcome me or anyone,
blink your eyes and they are gone but linger on the late night breeze
and in your memories,
the fragile mind at ease
the sleeping giant.

Magenta ruffle of petals
frilly fire of fragrance
deep dream of pink
wafting through my sleep
morning breeze of ocean
blooms awash in lilting
watercolor reds

Must vanity reign,
To sully music, poetry,
As it falls from sky?

a whole side of the hill
has been colonised
by a friendly tribe of daisies

i want You to be
the path i walk on and
the place i walk to.

still constantly trying
to find out if there is at all
more depth to
this mind of mine

this body
these fears
these vices

products of a
two dimensional way of life

the cause of constant
mortal strife

but I suppose if I
so
desperately want
to know

then there is hope for me yet

an ocean of being
that I float unconsciously above

driftwood that smiles

maybe there's hope for me yet

She moves like a cat,,all silent and that
rocks my boat,
quietly whispering,my body tunes in and starts listening to her.
She wears words like a skin,
I want to read what's within and
she opens the book..

This thing called work,
It's killing me,
It's stolen my words,
I can't set them free.