Poet Introduction Still me ... I just put the pixels on the screen, usually straight from the heart/soul with no filter No I won't compromise my principles Just Write ... Taken with a lot of things ... Like beauty of any kind ... Bless and love ... - Alan
Lonely in his own mind A world to imagine and he imagines it alone A universe to mold to shape to create sentient And he creates a solitary existence
Dark Light shadow bright Flickering flashing brilliance Dull non-reflective flat Black Walking in his mind he doesn't look back
He climbs mountain after mountain searching Wandering the realms pointedly seeing what's cooking Flitting through time uncovering and investigating Shining flashlights in the corner of his mind looking
When you know that face in your dreams doesn't belong When you feel that soul in your heart out of place When you smell that scent that pulls you back When you wonder how much is dream and how much misplaced
Its not the not knowing but the knowing Not the mystery but the suspicion Not the relief but the constant tension pulled Not how you feel but how you are being felt
Its not the dream but the promise of an altered reality Its not the mistake its the right decision made Its never the cause or the reason or logic its about ...
When the marks of age become apparent Sometimes they are little rug burns Or hickeys healed over and over clean Sometimes they're the wreckage of broken dreams
They often pop up at strange intervals Sometimes they make one smile with fond remembrance Calling back a special memory of sunny days and smiles all round Celebrated with loved ones near far and also ... now gone
There are the other ones though ... the ones that ache, sting and hurt The ones that left those huge gashes in our very souls The ones we learned the...
The night lit up in cascading streams of electricity The very air rumbling with quaking rhythms of eccentricity The wind howling and beating the windows shaking in their slides The cacophony rising and falling setting the night adrift in perverse delight
Amid the tumult and ionizing gales Amid the harsh natural attacks Amid the disturbing threat to life limb and borrowed time
I lie quietly thinking of you ... Watching our once life on a flashing ceiling fraught with peril ...