through the beige
find the colour of dreams
listen to the world
while man intervenes
forgive

Trespassing in the wake of hope
I rise to the challenge of looking for optimism in all aspects of drama
To feel charged is preferable to being drained
What's the worst that could happen apart from the already inevitable

I am not patient
Except when I am
I am not tolerant
But accept that I can be
I Love
But
Is it for personal gain
I cry
But
Is it to free my own pain
Do I go against all that I should be
Or
Do I realise
Through all my searching
That I find
I am
Who

I am

Struck by reality
The anonymous banana bends in the sun
Will the lemon return from the party ?
What about the others
Camouflage gone

What fate awaits in peeling
Exposing the pure flesh
Devoured as whole
Split from the cream

Does it seem
Cold

Awaiting armageddon
Or more

My thoughts are a lost ocean
Seeking passage through winding canyons
Leading back to the source
The source of creation as perceived by the regimented structure of modern life ?
Modern life that views man's achievements as a eureka moment
A life that requires an explanation for all occurrences
I must climb deeper to the peak of this inverted mountain
To a time of wonder
No boundaries
Unprogrammed
It is almost within reach
In this depth lies the truth

Feel the pain of being alive

Behold the hopeful
Awaiting a sign
Life goes on

by tomorrow
today will be like yesterday
a fleeting moment in the cosmos
noticed by none in a 1000 years time

or else
the future
is lost
within dreams

Earth - Goes on

(What is not broken cannot be fixed)

Man - Does not

(Who will defend us from ourselves)



The world will outlast generations.

in the depths lies the truth
hidden from those who seek
to go forth with false intentions


waiting for the naive uncomplicated spirit
that exists in all who ignore the masses
and proceed with an open mind

How sad not to experience the design of nature if you are constantly looking for the sun

To sit down and write
                                       using pen and paper
a feeling of creation
                    
                the words

                                                                                          ?
the handwriting illegible unless studied                ? art ?
                                                                                          ?
thoughts of this particular time
passing
          may be forgotten soon

                                                     replaced with the boring
must do this
                      must do that        routine

dreams are formless visions
their reality is imagined
unless you create it

Chilly golden
Fading green
Freed from the mist
The autumn dream

Earth slowly wakes
No more will it take
Destiny is our cake

EAT IT

Created by the mind
This perception of reality

Welcome to your life
Unknown to others

Unique


Do with it what you will

by the morning the waters had receded to reveal new horizons
the surface of a different world
but this was no sea of tranquility
more a reflection of a barren future

but I digress
too many distractions like colours in a peacocks tail
lead me from seeing the real thing
camouflage is only skin deep

my imagination is pulled apart by the outside world
plated by life
existing purely to nourish insanity

I dip my pen in ******* and write about peace on earth

Who tells the clock how much time is left ?.....

The streets are uneasy at this time
When the twilight separates the day
Party goers , lonely wanderers, the disturbed
And yet
As the darkness fades
All takes on a new perspective

The real disappears and the routine begins once more
Uniformed of mind take their places in the daily experience  
Isolated beings for the sake of repetition and familiarity
Weak every day through the months and years
Until
All stops

Those in the shadows prefer the unknown and unexpected
The challenge of survival without a  fragile safety net
For it all ends for all
How we reach that point depends on our perception of a life lived

And cometh the morn
I am awake
Not through choice
But the need to live

She Strode The Catwalk

With Poise And Grace

(and a few others who promised not to talk)

Suddenly

Her Hair

Fell Over Her Face

Trip Hazards Are Everywhere

Why ......  Start
                   Terrifying
                     Ordinary
                        People

saturn rings
no reply
maybe later

the vault is closed
leave now
my patience wears thin

chasing the mushroom
always just too late
once again left in the dark

the night sky glistens
like a comets echo
fading into the void
known only to the gods

With the empty mind
Start the day
No plans
Behold

head below water
that moment of breath
balanced between two worlds
here or there
a choice that is not always my own
before inhaling the future

departure gate
9:15
alone

Timeless world
Holding heart
Arrested lifetime

sometimes

hard to give

think to please

walking towards you in the mist
glimpsing peripherally
unsure of why
imagination does exist

Gulls cry
Or do they scream
your nightmare
their dream

talking exhales our initial thoughts
not deep enough to mean anything
just the start of freedom
life is listening
just don't speak

Be who you are forget about the gimmicks
We were born original don't let us die mimics

my day is a good day
my heart dreams big
ignoring the nay sayers
this is my gig

the emptiness of a blank page is my expectation of tomorrow
whether I choose to fill it with joy or sadness is not always up to me but if I colour it with positivity my mind will be free

Slight shadows on  a cold morning
I step outside
The deceit of the autumn sun

Morning stroll along the fragrant path towards the chill of the woods
I stop before going further to clear my mind
Too late
My senses have already revealed the future

Bring on tomorrow for yesterday is too late
Let the path from today face up to its own fate

I must embrace the road ahead let the future drive
It will turn out as it should no matter how I strive

Be who you are forget about the gimmicks
We were born original don't let us die mimics

the good life is a state of mind
relax a while see what you find
when you get the feeling right
you could be anywhere
from exotic lands
to your favourite chair

twilight sun
turns the water
gold

the depths unseen
but
thats the thrill
my time is mine
to do what will

I inhale life
I grow

bold

Sanctuary
Peace
Car space

tiny spheres blossom
to reveal               what
sadness
happiness
or purely just emotion out of control
as with so many challenges it is in the midst that we need to plot a course for the destination
pushing us forward to experience the complexity
and celebrate within
our own
tiny spheres

Close your eyes let the world disappear
Forget where you are forget where is here
Picture the happiness of freedom within
Forget where you are forget where you've been
This moment is now
This moment is real
You're surroundings don't matter it's how you feel

the hope of tomorrow diminished by fate
I wait for the life uninhibited by hate
futility is mine I cry in vain
this life unattached unable to attain