Autumn falls across the land
And trees prepare for winter sleep
Casting off their summer clothes
In blaze of gold and reds so deep
They fall to the dew soaked ground
Finally at rest, a decaying heap

As a morning sun breaks above the hills
It shines across white cotton bathed vales
Which swirl and spin against the burn
Tries to hold its misty form, but fails
Revealing a land of green and blue
And fields of sheep and straw packed bales

In the light of the growing day
Wonders now for the world to see
Resting amongst the nooks and cracks
Dew crusted strings of mystery
And at its centre at rest, work done
Sits the artist, eight legs stretched out so daintily

Aubergine hair falls straight to her thighs.
Tantalizing the spine with it's delicate waves.
The air is deep green and she can't decide
Whether to stay in this dream
Or to open her eyes.

I'm in a heart of a tree,
Thoughtless yet thoughtful being,
Where a stagnant melody of silence,
Blossoms with poignant dreams.

I'm in a core of the tree,
Growing in a womb, living thing,
Where I fight against a crave to fly,
To ignite an arabesque of the satin sky.

Upraising under watchful eye of ambiguous fate,
Unaware, uncertain, about flow and change,
Unbounded yet rooted, free yet unable to move,
Wanderer returning home, or one that never left its gate.

Light breeze sparks shiver,
Raise what have sunk in slumber,
Echoing a calling to rush,
Into a golden stream of brightness.

I am in the heart of the tree,
Awake, though it feels like a dream.
Am I the heart itself or merely a child?
My farewell...
                         will it bring my beginning or your demise?

I dreamed a dream so perfect
of white and pureness found
Of swimming pools of happiness
and creativeness unbound

Where I was king forevermore
and you could not invade
With all my joy in full display
and all true feelings laid.

You entered not
for it was you who feared
Me! You feared me
and dare not ever neared.

So beautiful.  Magnificent.
Yet slumber comes to end
and soon I found myself returned
into your lap again.

Until I can once more escape
in sleep where truth is gone
to places you shall never know
nor ever gaze upon

Sleep escapes me.
I've felt feint clues of what laid dormant in my mind for so long.
The chemical key unleashed it and now.
Now I'm consumed by it.
In the waking hours it stabs.
Stabs.
Stabs!, at the frontal cortex of my brain like a railroad spike being driven into the ground.
The tears, the feelings, they've all floated away before the coming storm.
The mixture of taurine, caffeine, sugar, and citric acid has a slight burn as it slides down my throat.
It's been raining for a month.
Everyday I walk through it.
I let the droplets drip down my lenses.
It somehow adds a small bit of feeling, a short moment of tranquillity watching them slowly stream across the front of my eyes.
I reach the cafe, the same spot everyday.
I pretend to read but I spend hours watching the ripples form on the sidewalk through window pane.
This is the second, third day without slumber.
Vision is less clear with each passing hour.
No matter, it's still there in my mind.
And now I'm in public there's no escape.
Is this all I am now? Is this all there is?
I wonder what she's doing? I wonder who she's doing?
She's so cold anyway, no passion for life.
I'm the same in some ways but at least I'm taking initiative, taking steps to improve, at least I don't settle for the mundane.
She wasn't good for you!
I keep convincing myself over and over.
The repetition itself is maddening!
Sleep escapes me.
I need sleep to escape.
She's not in my dreams anymore.
She wasn't good for me.

if life is like a box of chocolates
and i will never know what i’ll get,
how long do i have to await
the poisoned one?

or is every piece filled
with a little bit of poison
that takes eighty years to ****
or seventy five
or tomorrow
or today.

you ever wake up at 6 am on a holiday
and try to force yourself back to sleep?
bur your body just refuses and insists
to slouch into the arms of your mind
the arms of your mind that keep you
in shackles of an uncertain next second
what if a bomb goes off
what if an earthquake happens
what if that plane in the sky i hear crashes into my window
what if my neighbours die
what if someone is murdered in front of my eyes
what if what if what if
this uncertain next second is certain
to be the cradle i lay in as i take my last breath
will you say goodbye?
or will you walk by like you’ve always done?

will you fulfill the hunger at the pit of my stomach?
will you play my favourite songs at my funeral?
(will there even be a funeral?
do you know my favourite songs?)

this uncertain next second will sing me to slumber
and shake me awake at 6 am on a holiday
remind me of my 2 am poetry
and put my body in your hands to carry.

Cloudless and bright your visage
Your raven strands blow across it.
The gentle rise and ebb of your breath.
I gaze at you, asleep in pristine beauty.

The waves that lap the silver sands
Of shore bathed in pure beams of the moon,
Echoes of the sirens of the tired ships
for mooring to rest, from  their trips.

Hours pass over me, yet undeterred.
My eyes never content, longing more.
Calls out to your heart with silent gaze,
Waves of love, again, again and again.

As light on rippleless water
Flashes a smile on your lips
A flutter a flash of your eyelids.
Perhaps dream of me, you did.

Slumber evades my being
Captive it never is mine
As often as I sit a gazing
Your beauty in sleep divine.