Took a whiff of that
The good and the rest
Swinging the air
Sitting in a set

Patches and patches
And green it grew.
Colours of above,
Dirt shade and hue

Chameleons in my garden
only when the colours flipped
Is when that I realised
they even exist

Lost in the dust, straying away
yet sometimes, the choice to make.
Smiled to the wasp, stood on the flower
Cleared the smoke, in about an hour.

A secret moon, my eyes reach out
Breathing the fog, a silent shout.
A soft lilac hidden around
Buried in the pages
Without a sound

And so I walked, I loved and lived
Under the breath of a moonlit gift
I came, I saw and leave I must
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

A.S.

You can call me names and make me fall.
But you don't know what I can do when my back's against the wall.
You can mock me and tell me I look like a freak.
But it's okay because these things don't make me weak.
We're all different. So why are we so afraid of how people walk, talk or think?
We're all different. So let's embrace it and have a drink.

I can see sand on the watery riverbed.
Dappled grey clouds reflected ripples.
A curious swan glides over to meet me.
Winter is relinquishing it’s hold
and grey-green grass is sprouting.
Shaggy sodden crows bob their heads and
the geese are calling.

Secret and senile condition,
It obeys that old self-righteous act of contrition,
Tentative and taciturn me,
Longing only for my fleeting thoughts to be free.

Obscure and opulent friend,
You remind me of life and a journey's end,
Wonderful and whimsical you,
You're the best I have known, the best shade of blue.

Unknown and unarmed us,
How could it be that we are walking thus?
Crippled and unstable we,
Blessed be the path that did heed our pace's plea.

slow deer walk on snow
brown on white
large and little

Lord, save me from empty lent abstinence
Protect me from light hearted choco-resistance
And stir in me longer-lasting adherence
A dig down deeper ringing resonance
That falls in step with your quiet insistence
to follow a path of greater resilience.

Lord, save me from a temporary temperance
And lend me your eternal Spirit of endurance
That I might take lent as a growth accelerant
And so hold my head higher
in your post-Easter presence.

Every sunrise we receive is a chance,
to find the purpose of our existence,
the opportunity to stand amidst the burden,
and to give life a chance to strive once again.

You may be running low throughout these days,
because your past left you wounded and scarce,
history has taken you into blinding darkness,
and the atmosphere had brought you jaw-nagging coldness.

I will be with you in the walk to reconstruct yourself over,
to regain the pieces that you tore up in building up others,
to help see your worth and feel not empty,
and prepare you to bounce up after fall and  shatter no more.

You are never a fantasy nor a surreal poetry in my mind,
You might be invisible to my sight at times,
but never intangible to my heart and soul,
Please help yourself to stay strong.