to hold onto the
threads of a web,
a sun that separates
the storm from cloud,
a day that falls over
its fields like song,
the shadows of the trees
create a scene o’ so serene
if you just sit to see it is the
best place you have been
take a second to be silent
and a moment to be still
feel the breeze across your face
and the sun upon your skin
feel the earth beneath you being
and the air around you is
Monthly Archives: February 2015
something isn’t right
when your friends wish
you happy birthday on
facebook
5 years after you’ve
died
-and they still think
you are alive
I wonder if i did believe
you were still here-
-would it bring you
nearer?
something isn’t right
when you find yourself
apologising
for what you didn’t do
ridiculing others
for something really you
judging first, before
and after, lest you
lose your self-created
place and find instead (o no!)-
-a real space!
Something isn’t right
when the same turbulent
conversations of seven
years ago
still haven’t settled
when only -your- response has changed
how do you apologise for patience,
or stupidity, or love?
words
have sieved through worlds
and worlds through words
feel
the crisp of sun on shoulder
the glint and squint of bright
the freedom of a winding path
stretching until out of sight
feel cool breeze beneath
big trees
the scent of grass so green
feel like an audience to a show
the best show ever seen.
mind space
ticker tacker thoughts on a
ticker tacker mind making type
on a ticker tape making
right into a stutter state
losing space moving page
making thoughts and making
wage making castles building
dreams finding causes making
means
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