illusional reality

musings and songs twinkles and stars brown and white the lyric of the twine a cream coloured robe fringes of ice snow.melting and slow. mine and mine and mine. a bottle of blue coloured wizards waiting for the whistle of the train jutting out from its shelter candied almonds. a ladybird looking up at the stars two-three-four and dreams in yellow. a big fat envelope overflowing with nectar a jar of jam .raspberry a pot of cheese.brie a plateful of cherries.blushing. a fistful of daisies.wild. instincts ,cower and grin. advance and retreat..that's the name the winged mate of the dancing girl a ballet of all things.. red.bright.blue.

a pool of mystic blue a parched sky and a pillar of strength changing the old ways of the earth planting new trees feeding.gently moulding. a slab of see-through glass and my Soul to give. I live and exist. You, love. anonymous singers and a sea of gold a tuneless whistle and a graceful bow. interlinked Fingers and curly Hair. the shadow of a Smile. the Eyes of a mystic. countless stars .and a green horizon. one, two or three..the numbers grow. a reed of music. and a jet plane. a quest for the truth. unsullied. a colour so new and pure. old habits DIE.Hard. crossing the threshold of thorns wiping the dust off those roads. a new path.new hopes. warm tingles at the base of a heart. someday it shall be so. painted roads and red alleys. humming the happy blues. an eye ,that nose.. a Red, red rose. And those little Words.. at the Harp.

the richness of its colour caresses my hands in lean long lines that define the path of my life a silk like vice around my throat a whole tin of dewdrops white and disillusioned cold and uncaring emotions that mean nothing and people who do. the world,my oyster. bursting at its seams clouded by misty rain a fear . solitude?loneliness?rejection? the boat has sunk. its treasures all lost and forgotten where are you when i need you so? the threshold of despair. and longing. molten.simple. clear as glass what have i come to? an icy hand . a spear of gold through my brain shivering .shuddering. split open.violated. what have i done? regret?loss? a game of the past? a legacy of hers lovingly piercing my thoughts with its sting of poison ivy what have you done? ruined.desolate.empty. standing at the altar of life begging for a little mercy. a soothing touch. two big tears salty sentiments.foolish. and a tombstone that reads- the curse of the black eye lives on. Even the mighty fall...

a trauma that blinds the senses a breath of ice on a shiny silver platter a note of white on a black dewy night words and feelings it takes an aeon to crystallise the images of the mind and then i wait despairing ;for the letter which shall never come. fronds of sweetness and love wrapped around a cordial finger chocolate brown dripping with honey sheathing a dark blue mate a million miles apart you and me. and nothing but the sea can smell the hopelessness of that burning desire vapours of indolence and hurt mingle with those secret cries a hand to hold a death to mourn and nothing to cherish and love

patience and letters dark and violent lending a helping hand to all who care flints in the eye.. roars of the sun catching every little laughter that burns old or new? or a garb ,all blue? yet ,a little ray of light seeps in through the cracks at dawn dusky feathers rattling all untrue this way or that? nothing ,ever, is true or certain.or big.or really new. white circles on a violet ground leaky wet , all brown. dripping.red.blood on his hands. and a four letter word aching to die.