Handle with Care

Someone save me I'm in a lot of trouble
I walk the streets and see a blue green blue bottle
Take another pill but this time it's double
Softly swim in a pond with lily pads and willow with brown stubble
A sky above so tranquil it encapsulates my body in a rainbow bubble
To drift away the black thoughts of everything that's a struggle
I climb out of the clear water leaving ripples so so subtle
A door is in front of me as I stumble then I open it with a handle

I am

The final grinding ***** to the sea
A river ventured but not the way it should be
Remember just floating natural and free
My eyes were never clear enough to believe
My beautiful world turned into shattered dreams
I know death will bring me a soul of pure peace
I will I am I cry I sink into the sea

Number 1

Shifting desert dunes underneath the bright reflective orange sun
It's amazing what we turn to when the sea ends we must learn to run
All we have is each other and when we gather all we do is build walls till the stillness of the night time comes
We can't fight nature because there's only one then we look around us at what we've done
Hear the beat of the drum it's in rhythm with the Earth and the numbers don't stack up because some don't add up to the sum
Something to think about when you're sitting in the sun and mathematically we shouldn't be here it's just a prime number that we are from.

Caribou Crossing

Caribou crossing on the main road in the early morning
His eyes are so wide and clear as if he could see the whole world dawning
Tall and sleek with huge antlers born of protection and a slightly bearded mouth calling
He is animal of ages past and my feeling is that he belongs there without humans gazing
We know nothing of how his mind works as he us and that is nature both evolving and protecting
Many secrets do animals have and only by watching you will learn there is logic in all existing
The Caribou and many other animals won't be long for this world I like to think because we are not worth the beauty and gracefulness of their being

Between the reality and light

Shades of colours are we
Maybe I'm as blue as the sea
Everything is the colour it is meant to be
We are looking through the eyes of a dream
I often think of colours like emotional degrees
When I do the world is just a picture that deceives
All the places I have been to are all a shade of pigment it seems
Saddest thoughts are memories that you can't change because of your consciousness in means
White or black the mood is chosen to the wildest of screams
A broken piece of glass shatters upon the floor I see the dark red once more as it gleans
My hands are stretched out wide and I am floating on a white boat with flowers around my neck dripping blood and lives are but streams.

Spoken

Feathers on crows back are black and sleek
He wears a proud long billed black beak
When he goes hunting far and wide and deep
You know the squawk that someone else is ever weak
The colour of the leaves are green and brown and red to me to seep
My mind is out there trying to reach the animal that was caught but no one can never ever speak
I watch the birds on tops of trees to see their prey they have to eat but isn't it horrid to be preyed upon when one moment you're alive then suddenly you are gone and my eyes can see to weep.

Flowers on the Beach

Flowers growing on the beach
Some flowers are peachy pears
Some are long and slim and sleek
I swear I love every colour there
Especially with long blonde hair
The waves are gently lapping at their feet
One two three they are in my every heartbeat
I can't take my eyes off the curves that meet
The shoes they wear are crippling me just watching makes me weep
I rub some sun oil on because I don't think I can take this heat
Flowers growing on the beach
Just lead me there .................yeah .............yeah...........yeah