A burst of indistinguishable colours
Beam up from my chest
Indescribable, and new
Replacing the old, and decrepit
Ripping and burning
Void and space
Greedily hunting down the source
To become the new light
To enable me
To paint all I see
With my own colours
From my own palette
God breakdances on the cold, hard, church floors
The worshippers clap
And the priests exclaim
Kicking, spinning, and alive
Two sets of footprints
Left in the sand
Stretching on and on
Fading from view
The gentle waves
Filling in with their paintbrushes
Painting over everything they touch
With shells, seaweed and life
A billion eyes watch from their TVs
Experiencing life behind a screen
I sip my cider and sigh:
“Life is only as hard as I make it.
It’s actually quite easy, I only have to breathe.”
I want to feel
A desperate need
And love of life
A torrent of life force
To hold me by the shoulders
And shake me, shake, shake
Until my soul leaves its lips and flies, flies
To the skies
Flitting this way and that
Feeling the sun on its wings
As it soars ever higher
Into nothingness
The cold bites into my flesh
The rain gives rise to complaint
My soul, the helmsman of a ship
Falling and rising above the many waves of thoughts
Some high and spiteful
Spitting froth, stinging my eyes
Some low and deceitful
Lulling me to the reefs
Yet still I hold onto the wheel
Guiding the ship so that it does not sink
Streets lined with colours
That beg to be bought
And we like moths
To the flame
Do flutter our wings
Aggresively smashing our heads
At the windows
If the sun doesn’t rise
Then Japan was wrong
And the emperor should abdicate
Most definitely
I’m in a room of mirrors
They’re each telling me something different
About myself
The mirror I should listen to
Is the one that reflects my heart
The falling of raindrops
Causes the piano notes to play
When I’m outside in the forests
And it’s raining
It’s the most beautiful sound
You could ever imagine
The noise between words
Is unbearably loud
Mountains, paths
Beginnings and ends
My soul leaps for the sky
When I take that first step
Poetry and Writings - A Mind 