Turquoise Monster

Words pinning meaning to a board
Trapping and caging the wild thought
But no death here only growth
Tethered and tamed sensation caught

Calling the ice queen
Invoking the winters heart
knowing the sting
of frost upon lash and cheek
Numb toes
Wading wading
Through the snow
That fell and drifted
And glinted
Sometimes blue
Other times pink
Often with yellow ambers glint
But mainly grey
To match the sky
Except when it bruises
purple-yellow
And Blizzard is on her way
To cover all
Until a blue sky
Scudded with fluff
Turning snow
To melts
That rush and gush and flood
Or flash freeze at the edge of night
Glass hard skating rink
Unseen and unknown
Cherish the scars it leaves
and know
you are lucky
kiss a fractal dream
drifting beautifully
And perfect to the dirty ground
A wind is sharp
Cuts and slices
The teeth of ice grow
Glacial times
Wrapped and warped
Crushing
kiss the crystal
Love the queen
See the purple stars
And the white drops grow
Winter’s Blooms
It’s beauty harshness
Cuddle up to bring warmth
Waiting cacooned
For the defrost
When she may ride
Free to dance with the stars
In the deeps
Of our lonely galatic skies
In the end
The cold is all that will remain
A frozen moment
At the end of time

I dream of you in the darkest of hours
I dream of such warmth, cuddles embraced
I dream of love in colours of light
I dream of the delightful soul you bare

I dream of eyes like vaults of the sky
I dream of lips soft: rose, bud, feather
I dream of hair in chocolate hues
I dream of hands full of gentle grace

I dream of times shared together
I dream of memories, our secret film
I dream of whispers and golden sounds
I dream of pure addiction to you my love

Words racing ahead still
Crawling, sprinting across the mind
Constructing worlds not yet known
An infinite number yet to find

Words dancing wild with life
Threading meaning around a core
Building shape as the form
Showing the picture with something more

Little kitten plucked from the ground
To be hugged and petted and stroked all round

Shame the fur ball shows it’s fear

You see all cats know the score
Weather they have black, white, ginger or mottled paws

When all the children want to do is pet
The pusskin fears it is time for the vet

But this little kitten is lucky today
And the children really do just want to play

And so with love and bits of string
The kitten pounces and does her thing

The children giggle and jump about
Until the kitten tires and dreams of splishing, sploshing, tasty trout

Refractions, reflections, mirrors and ghosts
Worlds built upon hidden rules
Each the same in different ways
You weave, you wait, you dream
Always lost serene
Beautiful

Refractions, reflections, mirrors and ghosts
Worlds built upon hidden rules
Turned in on themselves
Each the same in different ways
You weave, you wait, you sip, you dream
Always lost serene
Beautiful

Refraction, reflections, mirrors and ghosts
Worlds built upon hidden rules
All the same but different
Variants, interspliced and intricate
You weave, you wait, you sip, you sing, you dream
Always lost serene
Beautiful

Ripples flowing into echos
Returning wonders highs and lows
reflected back ghosts of echos
Cross cutting generations of friends and foes

Ribboned light locked her tight
within a shadows embrace

The embrace locked her place
Within the loop of time

Of such a time marked a crime
Within a crimson tide

Bloody tide, nowhere to hide
Within this hell of now

And as with now all shall bow
To the queen of desire

Of her desire build your pyre
Consumed in golden shame

And her shame smoldered to blame
Form which the solider crumbles

As he crumbles nations stumble
Into a deep recession

Dark recession gives a scarred impression
Of those who dreamed away

All away those things that sway
Beneath the moon beam lair

Within the lair you may loose all care
Of rational thought or act

Without that act you will make a pact
With the deamons within

With whats within you can not win
But lie broken and forlorn

So forlorn the warrior warn
With weapons scorch the ground

And on the ground such are found
The flowers of despair

Such despair for the lost – beware
As they wait in shallow grave

Lost the grave upon the wave
As time it’s toll did take

Lives to take and souls to break
As patrons fight the nations

As the nations loose those who choose
Those at home do suffer

All shall suffer like a war torn lover
Who stands at the gate

And at that gate their hearts do break
For exists is all the rougher

If a human grabs you and wont let go
even with claws flashing too and throw

The chances are its time for the worst
Being shoved in a basket always come first

The the engine roaring loud
Drowning out that little mewing sound

Then the vet whilst pinning you down rends
Their thermometer where it offends

That’s right they shove it right up your bum!
I think humans must think that it’s fun

And as if that where not enough
There will be an injection of foul looking stuff

Sore and aching and feeling rotten
You’re shoved back in that cage and promptly forgotten

So beware when the human over pets
It’s a sure sign that it’s time for the vets

Struggle as much as you can
Use your claws and have a human proof escape plan!

And failing all of that…
Do a revenge poo on their door mat!