Meanderings

Do we do what we say and say what we think
or do we say what we think we do?
Complexities compiled, boxed and bricked
to fit on a shelf, filed and fixed
or focussed on feeling and felt?

Discribed and dissolved, dealing and dealt
dimensions and doors ignored.
Divine interlude, diffused and amused
and perfectly pardoned apart.

Cleaned and closed and stringently dosed
defining and digging its grave.
Diligently dull and pining to sell
it servantly longs to save.

So lift and left, lightened with life
and listen with wing overhead.
To sigh and sing and sift to swell
a delight in a life not death.

Dance of the ribbon

A surge from behind and tumbling forward a ribbon unfolds the black. uncovering the sinking and propelling it on no motion of turning back. It flies ahead a dance of red and delight. Moon-lit skies and death-empty nights consumed with the pain that soils another heart and washes my hands clean with guilt. a hole Time decaying in motion erroding into a beauty not seen but felt.

There is a room in My mind

There is a room in my mind;empty and full deserted room of chaos. Intimidating walls with no exit cross in lurking dark corners and peel off layers of everything that ever was shedding the raw Complexities in piles of timeless turmoil. A soft heart burried under rubble, waiting at endless doorways. empty and silent it Screams