Plants' minute fungi
Or growth on paper, leather
Tainted flowery words

by Jemia

If only my ears
Were sometimes blind
And my eyes
Occasionally deaf
And not to taste
The smells
Nor sense
The numbness
Of prejudice
I could pretend
That the World
Was a happy abode
Whilst wavering away
From realities road

by Jemia

When i leave
My mortal coil
I would love to think
That mourners, do not toil
But instead, are awash with colour
With flowers in their hair
Created at home
Or from an art group flair
No cut flowers
If can do
Let natures beauty
Remain alive, and true
I would prefer my burial
To be green
But realise that this
Would be a costly dream
Although i have no religious views
Folk could express, their own adieus
My greatest wish
Is to leave love
For all of you
And this love
Will remain as true
And as hot
As a Vindaloo
As i drift off
Into an ethereal mist
And dance with the fairies
Drinking mead
And getting ******

by Jemia

On my way
To another watering hole
Last sunday
I met a man
In disarray
Now homeless
And nowhere to stay
And in a gliche
His name was Mitch
He was ten years younger
But not in hunger
But homeless
Nonetheless
I was tempted
To give my address
He thanked me for the chat
And that
Was the end of that
I know that today
He was going to the council
Looking for somewhere to stay
He said he had nothing to lose
With a sleeping bag
And a bottle of *****

by Jemia

People are strange
Doors are ajar
Strangers often met
Is it the end?
Threads of doubt
As doors remain open
To a parallel world
The horror
Distantly floating
To a faraway land
Where infinity resides

by Jemia

Words
Floating around
Inside my cider
Mirrored reflections
To quaff
A berry haze
Of memories
Distorted echoes
Like runic symbols
Coated in a pale blood
Indistinct
Chaotic
Beautifully mesmorised
And as sublime
As time

by Jemia

The sky is now grey
And leaking gently
Wallowing, in the wetness
Abiding
In an hollow abode
Emerald dreams
That carry the mother load
A preemptive silence
On the eve
Of another day
Where the friendly frolicking folk
Of a myriad hoard
Will gather
On this second day
Of May

by Jemia