on this ledge I sit
feet dangling
for no support exist
I clambered up here
as a kid of 6
holding a cake
and making a wish
soon now at 42
the wish will come down and all
will be true
I believe
I am right
I will be paid
for all the nights
the snow [...]
there might be another way,
I hear friends whisper,
they talk gently,
(as if a breeze might snatch the truth away),
we can we can live lives flowing over,
I start simply, by mumbling thanks for what I have this day;
a friend , some bread, some sunshine,
that [...]
was I a passenger?
all different and unconnected?
or all conniving erratically to one place
a plunging through the clouds
falling down and down
until
you swallow the empty alone
the Marvel © (™) quantum zone
of zany-art blended nonsense
where sneaky senses are blocking and
the [...]
A drop of incandescent colour
on my warming skin
syncopating perfect time
arrival unforeseen
on a tedious day
on a parched spirit
its beguiling essence unrolling
dissolving into soul
reviving reminders of
strong bright days
the look of love
the touch of hand
words unspoken
words knowingly unneeded
words avoided for
patient bleeding
time is leaving
yet love encircling
one [...]
we start
more yielding than the air
we start
taking breaths of potential
we start
because its desirable
because its needed
how might a soft thing
survive?
how can a caring thing
breathe?
how should a creative flower
bloom?
oh so rare
oh so rare
let’s hide away
let’s protect this musing moment
so short
so tight inside
this hardened ball
this [...]
I battle with the truth,
so it will accept,
my lies,
perfect misdirection.
‘I did it my way’
what a tragedy,
what a lie,
in pretty wrapping, with a bow!
I need something new to,
interest me,
I need a waterfall of ideas,
to love,
falling freely upon me,
my focus lies beyond the [...]
Gucci, Pretzel, and,
Suspicion, the Sky is Everywhere,
Foundations, Lasso, Dragon,
Lincoln’s Dilemma on the
The Morning Show?
The Kings Man in The Matrix?
Atypical and Godless, trash?
West Wing Dead to Me is Old news,
the First team, BMF, think,
After Party, Dear,
for Tom Hanks, as Gentlemen Jack,
or Vida knows [...]
why set out ?
when you already know,
who told you ?
now you are so sure,
what shall become of us?
there is no one to care,
when will it happen?
is tomorrow to soon,
where will I be?
when this fatality,
befalls and then,
the end.
