Mirror mirror
You look in it flabbergasted, this is not what you wanted to see! The mirror in all it’s innocence, only a mirror.
mind scribbles fill the papers, lost and found, found and lost.
You look in it flabbergasted, this is not what you wanted to see! The mirror in all it’s innocence, only a mirror.
Remain wary of the hole or you’ll be weary.Tired of fighting the deep endless thick stickiness.Quicksand is trying to dissolve me into a sluggish routine.Don’t panic but stare ahead with positivity. Wary of the hole, recognising it’s trap.Only me who can change the course.Only me who can lead this dance.Turn …
Chimes of little sleigh bells whistle along the birds.I see the shims hiding behind trees, unbothered watching as the river goes. Forward in the movie, past obstacles in a page turning romance.Catching the dullness in it’s drift, creating a statue of peace. Laundry tumbling in soaky bubbles.Cross legged in front …
There he is, the Saint, the Myth.Standing with his boots in the mud,confused by the cycling toughs. Travel has brought him to – a world – a place – a snapshot – in time.Dissimilar alike Blending playing the role – chosen – written before. Ordinary crafted, skillfully shaped, in the …
Mysterious as you’ll always be. Wondering about the romance, drifting away in thoughts of where you’ll be. What life you have lived, what things you’ve learned. When is to point a frame in time that is already set. She the harpist moves her fingers swiftly following the waves. Calmness is …
A pillar holds up the room where candles on the dinner table descended to a lower fume. Where a woollen rug discontinues the long planks of the wooden floor. In front of the fire place, together drinking the finest wine. Melted into each other staring at the dance of flames. …
Can I ask you for your perception, on how life works for you? What the soul writes interpreted by a human cerebrum. Read differently in another frame of time.Where the light bulbs above my head have changed their colour. The veil past and gently shaken hands. Promenade, shoes clicking on …
The rambling men who rambles on about the things he thinks he knows. He rambles his thoughts about future scenarios and past manuscripts that he has read. The rambling men knows it all, he has seen it all, he can make it all. In his own world he rambles with …
Cloudy day on a sunny afternoon When rain clears but the mist remains White breaks upon the water Rays of bright revealing Clouds surrounding, brighter known shines Clouds surrounding, protecting the untouched Knowing true colors sparkle, rain will fall Forbearance for a flower to grow A flower sweet and soft, …
Not a battle between You & MeNot a battle of the physical kindTo stand here at the foot of arc de triompheTo stand tall risen solid on the ground The battle has been won Fairytale lightning as no other can strikeThe fusion of the consciousness colliding rolls thunder through the …