My mood betrays me sometimes I need blue skies to smile
I'm tired of the cold hands pressed against frigid glass praying for a break in the grey
But the grey doesn't move it settles in its blinding grim existence and refuses to cease its tears that drown out everything else until nothing is left but sadness in my hands and a chill in my soul that craves sunshine and blue skies
A small boy in black shorts and plimsolls, shoots roots through a dusty herring bone floor, and his tree begins to grow, seeking out the sun. Peaceful Venus plays a light breeze to ruffle his leaves as he grows again, a glorious oak swaying in the wind, torso twisting with age.
His breast pushes out and hands flap, fingers flutter, tiny wings hop from branch to branch inside the large old oak, the bird reaches the top and through pursed lips, it chatters its message to Mercury, and the forest below.
BACK TO RETRO REVERSE INTROVERSION AGAIN (12:00am, 5-16-2022, Palm Springs, California)
ive so unsettlingly noticed increasingly over these last four or five years and now more than ever it seems that whenever i find myself in social gatherings of almost any kind where theres more than three or four people or even friends ive known for years at times depending to some degree at least upon the situation and the unpredictable mix of egoic personalities fluctuating individual moods temperaments and the ever shifting flow of other such ...
Up came the moon one summer night To mix its light with radio Playing an ancient jazz delight That paired well with a wine I know. I sat and watched some meteors Grazing the atmosphere atop And thought of microwaving smores Into a carbohydrate slop. But then I thought the moon and wine Might mix some fumes with lunar beams And somehow get them to refine The honey scent of summer dreams, Which I encounter now and then Like all true midnight gentlemen!
my heart left in the night the gaping hole in my soul is a horrifying fright a thousand times I ask "why" of the simple letter saying "bye" Can one cry without a heart or are those my bloody tears masquerading as my fears raining down from arteries or is it just pissing mockeries are you treating my heart well or like Pavlov's dog ringing a bell I wish I could have said ....... or that I did not feel so dead I thought we were .... but it is all such a painful blur dear sorceress why the disdain ...
Been surveying you from my laptop with wonder. Though I can't gauge your feelings, I won't be put off - Till I've pictured myself at your magical farm. Still looking at you through childish eyes - I never properly said goodbye last time. It's not like I've not been before... Only this time more eager to explore, Those limitations that held me back.
Much time has passed me by, So far away that I could cry! With each day more ready to die - You found me reaching for the sky. But let me tell you a wonderful story - Of an...