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Food for Thought of a Wall Climbing Plant

Food for thought of a Wall Climbing Plant

Alabaster echoes of new anxiety

Whitewashed over fences of violation

Ivory carvings of hopes and dreams

Pearlescent in a setting sun.

Ebon eyes staring from dead dreams

Shadowed wonderings of anxiety

Charcoal wastelands within ideas

Leached out highlights of dead fashion.

I can taste your true colours

And it is brutal bruise blue

Under a rainbow of indecision

Do you wonder what is true?

Kaleidoscope memory of a time now gone

Rainbow visions never heard of in song

Incandescent imaginings lost in a fog

Khaki ambitions running in the wood

Tunes of muted neon

Fading to shades of prayer.

I am the turpentine upon canvas

We are the scissors cutting life’s magazine

Creating a mosaic of inter-personality

They are the implements of inter-invention

And you will never be worthy

Because you cannot see the palette

Attempted Reality

The Morning Sky

The Morning Sky

Her gentle touch, her heartfelt sigh,

All things remembered with the mourning sky.

Her smile was peace, her hopes set high,

All things forgotten with the mourning sky.

Her boisterous laugh, with wit as sly,

All things brought back with the mourning sky.

Her passion held close, in your heart held nigh,

All things once loved with the mourning sky.

Heartache and pain, in caring do try,

All things so sorrowed with the mourning sky.

Her love and her spirit, with a tear in your eye,

All things held so dear with the mourning sky.

Her memory held close, her soul lost to the sky,

A morning to whisper one final goodbye.

Self Images

Just a picture so I can learn how this all works... more to come.