Comprehension

We took turns to be misunderstood,

words turned to glass,

as winter took it’s last,

cold victory,

satisfying Spring,

painted and bathed,

a festival of love,

falling summer rain,

shattered blue sky,

little yellow strikes of burning light,

the sun shone through us,

we ignited,

kinetically delighted,

dark but fair,

deep and blue,

could what your saying,

possible be true,

I don’t like to stop to wander,

nor shall I let us stand here while I ponder,

every single second of every interaction,

chasing laws of maths,

she smiles when he laughs,

 

 

 

Oil

Reality bites,

painting with layers of oil,

blood and handfuls of soil,

colour, textures, patterns and shapes,

years of toil,

concealed with thick layers,

all are now one,

competition for resources,

a quest for the conscious,

floating away from each other in the vastness of space,

decisions made with pressure and haste,

black holes battles for control,

remaking, recreating over and again,

The Wind and the Sun

The answers were never clear,

deeply submerged by fear,

solidarity my only retreat,

please let me know where we can meet,

streams warmed by the sun wash my feet,

the babbling sounds capture my heart,

my love for you and your art,

gives me a daily fresh start,

we climb the mountain,

on a clear summers day,

I feel your warmth as the wind whistles,

we climb down and stop to bath in a mountain stream,

blessings and wishes, I will always be holding your hand,

running to catch up as we walk your land,

Listen

Through the clear night sky,
I spoke my mind,
clean space,
clean air,
sitting still,
drinking tea,
it’s kind that you listen,
let’s watch the branches wave in the wind,
let’s listen to each other,
contentment stares back to me,
the sea waves splash my feet,
I walk slowly in,
floating on my back,
warm sun gently soothes,

Silk Sky

I ride by my ancestors side,

Gliding through silk sky’s,

Scotch smoke

Warm Scotch Wiskey đŸ„ƒ rain,

soothes my heartache,

soothes my pain,

strong smooth smoke fills my brain,

peace and tranquility I seek to find,

Creation elation

Grafting together in the silence of a golden night,

a painting of true delight,

dashes of colour,

textured depth,

brush strokes pulling through the paint,

mixing,

love,

selfless patience,

pursuit of mutual perfection,

passionate loving affection,

a vibrant image,

an everlasting contribution to evolution,

creation elation,

Frosty Starz

My stars have aligned, I will disappear,

no love, no worry, no heartache or fear,

I will take your photograph every day, print it and send it on its way,

so as I wander lost, I will meet you and share a smile,

everyday you brighten,

speaking through rambling thunder,

lightening cracks in the sky,

starting another beautiful day together,

rain falls, we begin to march again,

we stand in solidarity,

with everyone and who they tried to be,

malicious,vicious,

evil, wicked,

narrow-minded, short-sighted,

heartless, selfish shits,

love enveloped them,

we fight to forgive,

as the paranoia disposes of every pleasant feeling,

lonely and miserable,

I mutter,

a testament to lack of trust,

what do you know?

I am happy,

perhaps I was born to hate,

you my white friend, are in the wrong state,

Pressure

Pressure applied,

stress evoked,

fresh air,

turning to smoke,

backs turned to suffering and pain,

leaders chosen,

destiny delegated,

care relegated,

keep together, hold the line,

let them through and slaughter a few,

now I sit and listen,

the dinosaur dawn chorus,

I fear you, I have to respect you,

not because I want to,

but because I do not want to die,

not now, not ever,

I ask them who was the first?

the first what? they say,

the first to kill to eat?

you know the past-time so many repeat,

they replied with a pause,

a shake of the beak,

they said, even the herbivores have to compete,

your ambition, your approach,

you have shaped for some time,

man made measures of infinity,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Palette

I mix my oil paints and pour them upon the canvas,
warm Spring mornings,

I texture the paint so you may feel the story with your hands,
Summer afternoons,

the shapes are driven by my imagination and mood,
the dashing colours of Autumn,

the image appears like unsuspecting rhymes in a new poem,
the bleak tranquillity of Winter,
a mixture of virtues,

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