There is a drop of coffee
Drying on your finger.

Of it, I feel envy.

Red is bold, red is strong
Red is power, it can’t do no wrong
But red is just a colour
No different from the other

Green is wealthy, green is kind
Green brings calm to a cluttered mind
But green is just a colour
No different from the other

Blue is soothing, blue is light
Blue is mysterious as the night
But blue is just a colour
No different from the other

So how come if red is just red, green is just green and blue is just blue is there a sense of division amongst them?
For colours are just colours, not divided boxes of purity.  
Just pretty pigments, nothing much else.

Welcome to life’s
rented out property.
The entry fee
is completely free,
but the interest charge
is pretty **** hard
and you can’t get out
of this backyard
alive.

bare minimum
wring me as the towel
that I use to wash
from the oil & the pigment
leave me in the faucet

A place beside the trees,
A vibrant place for me.
Surrounded by the leaves,
A place where I can be.

The trees don’t jeer.
The leaves don’t even ask me my name.
The wind’s blow judges not,
Whose face is graced with its kindly breath.

This is not my own however,
As many share it too,
Opened doors to whomever,
Worst of even you.

People carelessly walking,
Without the slightest aim.
The thought ever pervades my mind:
“I wonder if they feel the same?”

In this fruitful land, my greatest catharsis.
And yet, there is something not quite right here.

A gentle, creeping darkness,
Whispers in my ear:

“It is said that where you look,
You can find and see,
A place with all the answers,
The place inside your dreams.

But when all is said and done,
And nothing’s left but rot,
There was no place at all,
And you will be forgot.”

it's a cube...
it's a sphere...
it's a club...
it's a spear...
it's your life...
it's not his, it's not hers
was it hers, was it his.
                                       .
                                         .
                                           it was never gonna be yours...