Travelling to the outside
Of in
A world contained
Of nothing
By no one
To examine
Perhaps the genius of snails
One cannot
Encapsulate
A life
Too real
For some

Dawn
Quiet(ish)
Streets are
Empty(ish)
Just an old fox heading home after a good night
Howling laugh
Those cats didn't now what hit them
Yeah

Time
Happens
Or
Not
No control
No problem

and the narcissist cries
this is my world
why are you here


your world
your world
this is the 21st century

welcome to prison earth
there is only one escape

Beyond my mind no description exists of who I am

Green umbrella
Broken apparition
Misty sun
Revealing emptiness

I fly on thoughts to the distant horizon
All before is gone
History
Not mine
I am leaving too late to enjoy what is left
Awake in a reality not of my choosing
But is it a dream
Is it real life
Is it me

Yesterday
Tomorrow
Today
Live in your own time

Night
Descent
Cold
Free
Rising
Beginning
Light

The air has been ****** from the sky
The seas can't cry
The shark hunts the lion
The path of life is flying
Contradictions of a world unknown
The past visits through the twilight zone
My heart beats faster
breathing gets harder
WHAT'S GOING ON    WHAT IS GOING ON

a window is a gap in the wall
glass can fill the hole
nothing comes in
nothing goes out
without the glass
we can make a difference

The choices of the past
Have led to strange futures
Not all has been as foretold
Even fixing things can have consequences
Be careful what you wish for
Albeit in another life time
Predictions are unclear when fear is the catalyst

Let us begin
Once upon a time on the third rock from the sun
Confusion was afoot
Identity unsure
Purpose unclear
All in all quite mixed up
As an outsider I observed with sympathetic curiosity
Conclusion
Perhaps better left alone until they manage to understand themselves
No rush
Maybe another thousand years

Beneath the colours of the butterfly wing
A brighter world awaits the coming of the king
Wish it all past
Make light clean shade
This realm is alive
A stranger hidden glade
For this world exists but not as it seems
To reach it alone rely on your dreams
The others who are there will follow you true
As sleep passes by and life is anew

This is reality
The summer
Only an escape
Yeah
Summer living
Some just existing
Where do we hope to be
Always looking to escape
Wanting for something better
Will we grasp it when it comes
Or let it slip through
Ahh
Here comes the wind again
Stirring the sand
Clearing the footprints

I open the door
Welcome the sun
Put away the umbrella

Planning for the future
Not living for today
Look at the past
All those things
Did they go you're way??

All looks the same in black and white

I live for the night
It never fails to excite
The darkness prevails
Those unearthly tales
My future is clear
My destiny is here

Sea
Shore
Sun
Shines

Here I come
In the time of now
Chasing the sun
Moon jumping cow
Freedom mine
Trust is naive
Leaders sublime
Pleasing to deceive

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

Waiting for something to happen
Bird calls
What else is there ?

darkest of dreams

what do they mean

distressing scenes

not all they seem

figures on screens

remain unseen

to trick         to scream

it's halloween

I'm awake
at least I think I am
eye slitted and post box red
lining up with the horizontal blinds to create a morning rainbow

once again dear world
I am still here



I think

Dark night
Wind noise
Lonely

silence is a friend that will never betray
but do you want to live your life with nothing to say
be who you are forget about the gimmicks
we were born original don't let us die mimics

In the scale of things
We have more self importance than required

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

Time is a barrier to progress
It allows procrastination
Major changes take too long
The small things seem more relevant
Performed in an instant
Through them all is achievable

Reality is a figment of our imagination

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

The brightest light                                 will only project so far
For the future              must remain in darkness
Hidden
            By a present
T
  h
    a
       t                          
                                     dictates so many possibilities

Presence of mind reflects the insanity of man

Reaching from the fear
As the true unknown
Looking for the cure
Manipulation
As required
An exercise in
Paranoid
Orwellian
Dystopia

Or...............................­...

unusual thoughts  
pounding in my head
       me

i'm not dead

leaving my dreams
style the day

if all this is real

     i've lost my way

new !!!

create your own black hole
be ****** in to the depressive void
charge your negative energy

available to stream on all channels
NOW

Be lucky to have life to live
For
A walk through the cemetery
Projects a reflection of impermanence

Sometimes people and society don’t allow us to be who we are
We have to comply with unwritten traditions
Mass insecurity tries to hold back individual growth
You cannot do this
You cannot do that
It may affect the lives of others
(But)
Life affects the path of all on a daily basis
No assistance is required
Follow our individual drive and travel together
Work with what we have
Instead of against
Lose our fear of reliance
Experience the event

Help
Our
Purpose
Evolve

cascading through the storm surge
I reach for the vine
but drown in my addiction

Days
Die
Differently

Coral
Kisses
Carry
Me

People
Pass
Politely­

World
Starts
To
Cry

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

under a watermelon sun
the grain of sand casts a long shadow
pointing the way to a butterfly moon
for all to follow

Did I put my "Out Of Office" on ?

Created by the mind
This perception of reality

Welcome to your life
Unknown to others

Unique


Do with it what you will

Juxtaposition
Does not entertain
*******
But
Encourages
Harmony
To maximise minimalism
More
Or
Less
Is
More

Taste the hops !

To be
Like a tree
Soaring and strong
Until
The seasons change
Then
I must leaf

The day awakens
I reach out
The view is a lie
The brightness is only a picture