Draw me a—new.

my dreams
they are rekindled nightmares
of my most negative bits of life
they move like thick syrup along a cold plate
drawn out slowly with no resolution in sight
bringing me to the edge of madness
and then
I am awakened with a thud
as if I have fallen from the sky

perhaps a mechanism
or some caring soul slapping me into consciousness
to save me from the real dark stuff

I've experienced the other side in many ways
I've been touched
attacked
threatened
I have also heard the gentle voices of distant souls
allowing me a moment of connection  
I am not quite sure how dreams are intertwined
but I am quite sure that they are

Not knowing when a heart does open
We are just looking for the clues
We wonder why the words unspoken
Choose traveling  on tunes of blues

Avoiding gazes to collide
And listening to words, not feelings
We might just let a soul to slide
Away, from this life fast spinning reeling

Wait up, let the murmur of unknowns
Fade in the quietness of darkness!
Don’t worry about the stones not thrown
If kindness stagnates, it collapses...

I see remembrance of embraces
In the stars of shapes of hearts
Across the sky, they all form laces
That puts together my heart’s two parts.

He lives in books
In all sorts of media
In the hearts and minds of children and adults
Our big red Vizsla dog
Holds court at the  Children's library on 42nd street library in New York City
Where Patience and Fortitude the Marble Lions live
Welcoming visitors and delighting them
His voice was silenced when we lost John Ritter
Somehow the smiles and tears come when our big red friend comes to call
We love you Clifford

C@rainbowchaser2021

It was the bicycle wheel that turned me on my heels to go back and look,
slightly misshapen as if someone had taken a dislike to it,
the rest of the bike was with it although not as interesting as
the wheel which had some spokes missing, 'mind the gap' ha, the dentist has been.

I felt the tyre, it was tired and worn, barely noticed the saddle which was leather and torn, but the wheel, I had a feel for that, it felt to me like a life gone flat and yet still capable of movement

and all this in a moment,
reflecting in a minute
a wheel that made me
spin around.

A man
smoking alone
in his room.
The clock
keeps watching
and singing all night.
You can feel them
and try to ignore them.

Felt good to be coveted,
Wanted,
Desired
But she was too simply
In normalcy mired
And barely could form
An opinion
Or query
And of my intentions
Seemed overly
Wary
As if I was there
To embarrass,
Abandon
Her, at my expense,
My performances
Stand-in