A Splashed orange juiced hug on a chemist
Of patchwork flowers showing off their
Summer Coats wile pouring out their potpourri
Of sexy perfume,
each warm fingers turning buckets of light
To energy, huddled pettle lips blowing out
a tank of Oxygen.

To walk in the sand at sunset,
The hand of your loved one
Lightly gripping yours.
To feel your bare feet press
Into the beach --
Knowing you belong, perfectly
Right there
Breathing
The air that is all yours.
To stand surely in your own presence
And know
Life is for you.
Your it. You’re the reason for it.

The figurine stands,
pristine and fragile,
until the bulls come
and decimate her.
The figure pulls herself
together and stands
with her cracks.

The bulls rampage,
and the figure is
toppled.
The bulls laugh
harming it further.
She stands on her
own with chips.

After the repeated
onslaughts, she is left
crushed, no longer
knowing her form,
Unable to stand or
reassemble herself,
she is left as dust.

In the beginning,
In arrivals.
I started to cry,
Didn't know if or how,
I could flap my wings, and fly.

Then I wandered and roamed,
Stepping out into the fire.
Treaded carefully and slowly,
Hoped to learn,
Tried hard not to burn.

Only life wasn't kind,
Many traps were set.
Evil people came calling,
Clipped my wings,
Sent me falling.

Looking through my cell window, I can see other cell windows. Some with lights on, some with lights off. I imagine what sad thoughts and sad hearts are dreaming behind those cell windows. Children, husbands, lovers. To taste some good home cooking, to touch without being scalded. To laugh without fear and to cry without shame. I wonder? How many hearts behind those windows want to smash that glass, just wanna scream in anger, hurt and pain. But! It's just in vain. There's no-one to listen, it's not worth it, only to be placed in another cell, with no windows...

Rolling waves of salt white throth spluttering
from the mouth of the ocean mirror, hooded magic cape
hiding distant treasures, Pantagrams of fastened
silver into the black sky roof like spilled coins

Glimmering like lost beacons trying
to guide lost ships looking for drowned
Wooden cousins

Look at how far
You have come
Still, you think you
Are stuck in neutral

You’re not strong?
Excuse me do you get
Cell signal in that
Brain of yours
or is it out of range?

You been to
Hell so many times
They might as well
Give you a passport

You let them down?
I would find Atlantis
Before I found these
So called people

You don’t contribute
Even the demon
On your shoulder
Is knocking to see
If you are there
Or gone for
the weekend

"Life is more than chemicals,
mixed in just the right way."
I heard her voice in my head,
as we met up yesterday.

She was in a pensive mood,
no new stories, just as yet.
She looked at me and she smiled,
but her sable eyes were wet.

I thought, "Oh, what is it now,
whatever has gone wrong?
It must be the reason, why,
she's been gone away so long."

You and I, confederates among the ashes,
find resolve in the face of loss bitter to the touch.
But sometimes it feels like it has never rained so hard.

Stop! pay attention
Turn off your phones and ipads
Listen to others