If the trees kept growing up to the stars
Would we climb as high as we do today

If the road kept going without any cars
Would we reach a place where we could stay

If the earth turned it's back for the sun to burn
Would the moon wave goodbye and just fly away

These questions and others we have learned
The answers as always we cannot say

Black and Blue
The Colour of our Love

life should be lived
fleeting as the morning sun
ignore the doctrine
ignore no one
accept as is
'til the inevitable departure
the closure of night
the reveal of rapture?

Listen
Saturn rings
I turn towards the full moon
Talk to the sun
Forget the stars
and
Face the dark

pressure of descent
the nihilist stoic
madness prevails

the lights die gently in the vacuum of night
with cover of dawn
they are still


Not all You see Is true

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

Bring forth the animals
With such importance of identity
That they defile beauty
What is inside cannot be contrived
By an outer layer of paint and ego
For once upon a future world
Who we are
Will be all in the mind
And everyone
Too afraid to tell
The true story of our disgusting passage
To preconceived living
Erases themselves
From history

Dark night
Wind noise
Lonely

Knife strikes to cut
Air does not resist
The target is the point
The pain the sharpest kiss

Broken bones
Apology attacks
Misplaced love

Too late

For happy
Ever after

Broken bones
Apology attacks
Misplaced love

Too late

For happy
Ever after

Anticipate
Life
Reality
Will
Not
Wait

the depth of mind
larger than the world
a private universe

The fate of the hopeful....

                                               S    creaming

                                               T    owards

                                               A    ltered

                                               R    eality

before the light disappears I stare into the sky
clouds have taken on a tinge of colour
horizon beckons my thoughts
somewhere out there is my daydream place
where the past mingles with now
such a feeling of calm
I wish I could stay

far away
                   in my mind
all is well

sheltered from the outside world
dark and chilled
                    far from hell

left alone to create a scene
happy to believe
                    life's still a teen

but late at night
                            when I can't help                   but dream
its a place of nightmares



where my heart
                                                              goes to scream

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

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

Do I seek reparation
Do I crave adoration
Am I drawn by the critics
Am I freed by the lies
When I question my cause
My answer repeats

Without me there is nothing

I am my life

Organisms
Designed
Controlled
Formed
Slaves To Fiction
An Exclusive Club
Follow The Rules
Prepare To De-exist

Red, green, yellow, blue
What are colours but a point of view

broken clouds
patterns
mind visions

I arrive at the mountain top
Nothing but cloud

Civilised
Wildlife
City
Follows
Freedom

Head below water
A moment of realisation
Before accepting the inevitable

Earth - Goes on

(What is not broken cannot be fixed)

Man - Does not

(Who will defend us from ourselves)



The world will outlast generations.

Earth - Goes on

(What is not broken cannot be fixed)

Man - Does not

(Who will defend us from ourselves)

Life is not meant
To smell like roses

But
The thorns are real

sometimes

hard to give

think to please

it seems the toughest plants in the garden are weeds

if all ideas  sciences  theories  preconceptions etc
are created by humans

do the really exist

when will we know if what we see is really there

the busy mind is holding back the joy of being alive

Was I awake when I dreamt I was dreaming
What better time to think of life and it's meaning
Is it all that it seems
Or some mad scientists scheme
Is it real what you feel when you dream?

Was I awake when I dreamt I was dreaming
What better time to think of life and it's meaning
Is it all that it seems
Or some mad scientists scheme
Is it real what you feel when you dream?

Was I awake when I dreamt I was dreaming
What better time to think of life and it's meaning
Is it all that it seems
Or some mad scientists scheme
Is it real what you feel when you dream?

Behold the hopeful
Awaiting a sign
Life goes on

we are all different versions of the same thing
no one better than the next
no one worse than the other
no right
no wrong
just human

J  oin
U p

S ave
T he
I  nnocent

C hoose
E mpathy

J  oin
U p

S ave
T he
I  nnocent

C hoose
E mpathy

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

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

It's snow good
My rain is over
And don't mention the wind
My sun

I succumb to prostration
My mind castrated of the love of life
This no longer resembles civilisation
But a scene of farmyard politics
Chickens and pigs fight over the sheep
No hindsight for respite
Time may reveal
In course
Hope
But me
As my birth certificate nears expiry
I must leave

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

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

L     I     A     R

o     s     l       e
v           w      a
e            a       l
              y
              s

In pleasure
I cry
In tears
I am silent
My salvation
In demons
When will they free me

In pleasure
I cry
In tears I am silent
My salvation
In demons
When will they free me

I violate you with my deceit
But descend into madness
Insecurity
Impurity
Thoughts of Sadeness