A Vision

And there in the streets of an unborn heaven, a trepid lover reaches out to delicate fingers, clasping them with bated breath; laying his words softly out on the wings of the cold zephyr. Tidings of red love, on pale blue wings.. "Will she smile?", he wonders

She

Clotheslines stretching to the setting sun,
Dark birds, skywards, solemnly strung.
Lost eyes, jasmine skin and a dreamy sigh,
Pain and pleasure, fluttering feathers, fill the sky.

Streams

There are streams beneath this forest.
Silent and deep, they run like snakes in sand.
Unseen but for the life they nurture,
Trees, flowers, fruit and grass.

There is a wondrously nimble magic in them
A delicate balance of reason and spirit
Bend these boughs no more than they were meant to be
And stomp no charm that you cannot rebuild.

Stir not with vigour, these serene waters
Lest they turn murky and sour
Delve not so deep oh curious wanderer
Where even the stars will fail to please your restless heart.

Bunch o' my Brain - Instant Gratification, Expectation Induced Frustration

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A castle built in haste,
Not strong, but to good taste.
Never meant to last.
Just a snack to kill the fast.
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Factions of yourself
Warring in your head
No warmth by the hearth
And no sleep when in bed
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