Do you think that you would know if youíd lost your mind? For if one did go crazy Iím sure theyíd miss the signs. And if indeed thereís ďno one home, yet all the lights were onĒ, could someone still find their voice, to lift them up with song? Certainly if I feel perplexed by the loss of such a thing, that in itself should then disprove that which Iím pondering. So, surely as Iím sitting here, racking my functional brain, I must exist inside myself. Thereís no way I am insane.
~~ ~~~ it remains dark ebon down pressing hard silence holding dominion fisted in a shadowy grip still chilly with a mere bent toward warmth muted noncommittal a mood fraught with clouds somewhere in the unseen distance thunder growls low & menacing fitful lightning slashing lashing across indigo canvas tracing a fading echo of bright across the blindfolded night it's just me two bare feet immersed in solitude waiting for the changing of the guard when morning...
Losing a part of oneself creates a strange tactility that gnaws at all of the senses. A well crafted puzzle pulled apart in irritation due to a couple of lost pieces. The full picture no longer matters; it will never be complete.
My acceptance meter is low on cash; I know better than to stay parked for too long.
Perhaps tomorrow I will fire up this pretty vessel and again look lovingly at my imperfect picture.
I wish some shoes regulated Themselves a and a suit always clean (a film was made) also, underwear that Didnít need to be changed How easy it will have been to travel. A tiny holdall for shaving cream blades Moreover, a toothbrush; come to think of it No need to shave when travelling and The toothbrush could be stuck in the suits Breast pocket, hands-free taking pictures Of wild elephants or polar bears. Free to have your belonging riffled through By a uniformed officer. Travel in a plane have my...
The darkness coated my walk, † † while the sounds of the gravel † † echoed throughout the garden, † † † † silent winds broadcast scents† † † † from blooms, growing abundantly.† † † † † † † Gathered and playing within memories, † † † † † I smelt each flower, felt each moment, † † † † past references still unmistakable †† † † † while the colors are as vibrant †† † † † as they will always continue to be. † † † † † † † † † † †
Even within the thoughts experienced and fleeting, traced with shadow and light what becomes more precious as moments are awakened, every laughter, every tear, through each painted sky illuminated with flowing dreams and silent sounds of beauty.