Grey of days
Nights of told
Spin of wheels
Clouds of cold

Black of days
Rise to know
Awake of cover
Hands bellow

Red of days
Warmth of freeze
Doves to call
Begin the breeze

Green of days
Depth of roots
Flow what tears
Arrow that shoots

Fear of fear who knows
Fear of fear life’s woes
Fear of fear sight shows
Fear of what burrows

Fear of fear nothing to seek
Fear of fear always to keep
Fear of fear life only  told
Fear of what becomes cold

Fear of fear living life
Fear of fear becomes rife
Fear of fear lightening strikes
Fear of what mind sights

I know it’s there
Hidden deep down
Trying to find
A way not to drown

I know it’s there
Fighting within
Cut of the mind
A way not to find

I know it’s there
Taking its time
Words and feelings
The final rhyme

There’s days when rain will fall
Hiding through, waters storm
Puddles so deep within
Bittersweet the storm calls

There’s days when sun will say
Rise the light of rays
In every man changing turns
Shines the redness burns

There’s days when both will be
Colours of the highest gleam
Across the calling wakes
Beauty above, never forsake

When we write the doom
Stars that zoom
The child in me
My life, was gloom

As life did grow
Was stuck in know
To write the rhymes
My life ,I show

And now, I’m tall
No curling ball
I’d write my lines
My life, MY rhyme

One step is all you need
Time will tick hands to bleed
Look out inside, what thought
Life begins late of taught

One step in front to move along
Open up hear your song
Let go outside, what hears
Life begins late to cheer

One step behind no turning back
Closed cup to spill to dry
Release inside, outside to cry
Life begins, not late to try

Pen to paper black or blue
I write the words to match the truth
Reading back see what’s written
Story of life stuck in forgotten

Words now gone for me to grill
Spring summer comes the storm
Hang on branches not to brake
Crisp leaves crushed and torn

One by one written in blood
Evil sounds they make me feel
Word by word memories read
Hidden inside the meaning was dread

Verse by verse rhyme to see
Hands that hold the final key
Black Ink stain set in
Flowing freely write to feel the Chi

We think to the unconscious mind
Without the stars that shine
Searching inside my eyes wide
We think of the conscious time

We listen to the body that speaks
Without the world grow seeds
Listening outside deep breath
We think to the stillness of death

We stop to the foot that sores
Shooting alive forever more
Holding the vibration of rays
We think to the journey at bay

My children my world I’m here to protect
to be free but will never neglect
here for you to guide and to be seen
to hear to feel the love in between
Go do what you need I will always be here
listen to care to heal for you all to be free
Pumping of my heart is the love I have
you are my chi my being that’s all I need
We may disagree and fight in the wild
all need to know that your never be alone
Stand tall be young  and believe who you are
As I never new that until life was so far
Time to mend so I can be there watching you grow from the cub that will roar
My love will always be there the highs the low
you are my world that I will never let go

I fear the fear with panick inside
I tremble I sweat with the breath on my life
The hand that leads me to no where
The silence the stillness that wasn’t quite right
You monster you devil that thing that’s inside
I really not sure what life was about
The truth be told I know your insight
No dreaming or imagining the real thing was at night

The pond the game I remember some things
The stairs that led me to were the nightmare begins
The blankness the freezing felt like Ice
From that  day I will remember you took my childlike life
My breathing is faster my neck feels tight
It’s time to loosen them muscles and say goodnight

Hide under the stones  with jaw locked tight
feel that this thing will never be right
Closed eyes clenched fists
Time to live for eyes to sight

Poems are
Gift of raw
Talk to walk
Of past before

Life writes
Secrets down
Open door
Ink of hands

Hidden lines
Stuttered grinds
Question mark
Story rhymes

Favourite IF
Opened gift
Chorus Line
My poetry mind

We try to find a way, to ease the pain
When you left, my childhood began
Repeating what was before
Not knowing the meet was raw

We began to begin the circle of past
The reflection of broken glass
Looking back the future held
The stars to share, my pillow to tell

We turn the corner of the dead end road
The thoughts before, stopped to told
Who you were was not before
Journey of same, became once more

Slumped down no more  to bare
Burrowed so deep forgotten fear
Cruel was the kind ice so cold
Oh help please as I fold

Turn away no eyes that meet
Truth i thought was that cared
Evil there by your side no kind
Not knowing it was hidden outside the mind

Hands held down clock still ticks
Face out there everywhere to watch
Facts was the time to hear chime
Dark was the night of forgotten time

Trust that I thought for years to hear
Releasing the child never no show
Life that flys no wings to spread
Journey again clean hands to retread

Life of searching right from wrong
Chorus repeats, mind song
Open your heart as the beat begins
Right or wrong, no sin

Holding space to lie out flat
Hands together, warmth to wrap
Feel the heat no fire to burn
Right or wrong, we learn

Time has gone when days were night
Closed and pray, out of sight
Reaching out invisible finds
Right or wrong, beating kind

I lost my way when words were cruel
No spelling mistakes for one and all
The poems I write were life as was
Journey I found hidden because

I lost my way when spoken to try
Stutter and silence not knowing the cry
Tremble inside to push my way out
Journey I found hidden shout

I lost my way when you were taken
Turning and curling believing was broken
Hitting so hard foot steps I trod
Journey I found hidden forgot

I lost my way to find once more
Still I lay as thoughts would stay
Left and right to take what’s there
Journey I found was hidden
Time to share

To live is to laugh
To laugh is to love
To love is to live
To see is to hear
To hear is to see
To touch is to smell
To smell is to touch
To be me is to be me
To fear is to not
To stand up tall is the lot

Forgotton what we know
Behind of looking back
Bow the hands to sow
Open to pump of hello

Forgotton where we came
Dry the cloth of clothes
Strip to bear, no playing games
One of two the sun of same

Forgotton of forward play
Empty hands push through
No doors of hidden say
Forgotton for one more day

Windmills of yellow
Spring of joy where to begin
Warmth to cover wings