MINDFULNESS GONE AWRY
I’m surfing on my
latest brain wave,
clarity hits me
as I fall in a
momentary laps of
concentration –
mindfulness gone
awry
CREATOR OF DREAMS
I am sky and ocean, waves and sand on days of towels and melting ice cream.
I am beacon of hope, your guiding light when all seems lost, darkness rules with no end in sight.
I am blankets wrapped on cold winters night with stars above and holding of hands.
I am radiating suns, the first light and the waning moon, the warmth that melts and cracks in ice.
I am beginning, I am end and I am everything you cannot comprehend.
I am reflections in mirrors, flickering in eyes, the kiss on the cheek and a whispering wind.
I am all you wouldn’t dare to be, all your wishes and prayers unfulfilled, always the answers staring you in the face.
I am to you as you are to me, one and the same, the creator of dreams.
S.1.R.3
The creation,
spawning by dividing
energy twice and twice only,
making the parts rejoined
observing the undeniable truth
the whole will be greater than
the parts
yet
the process kills,
weakens me with
every new attempt,
an agonising fever of
the mind
bringing me one step closer
to conceding
DISTORTING TIME
Time changes perception
as perception distorts time
I hope with time my
perception of you
be distorted to allow
for another to
hold my heart
WHISPERING WIND
What be divided
among those
with nought
to divide
What bones
be broken
by those
with no spine
What whispers
in the wind
among those
with no voice
What path
lies ahead
for those
with no choice
CHAINS OF PERFECTION
The painting
never finished,
The poem
without ending,
The words
almost spoken,
Chains of perfection – Suffocation of souls