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!
Time did stretch and yawn and break
Winding into endless slithers
Of nothing
The base unit of all
Turn and twist the mortal plane
One road loops
Falls back on itself… in itself…
Of itself
Containing all in perfect empty fullness
To assault a banana is to create a drama
but not for the farmer who likes to
salt his narnas to feed to his llamas
who actually prefer sultanas
resulting in a banana-rama of banana munching llamas
Oh what a palaver
The banana-rama
of salting a narna
Which is really insulting to bananas
As it makes them sound like sultanas
which due to karma creates an uptight farmer
who will throw sultanas
At the assualter of bananas
even if they happen to be his llamas
But the farmers llamas love sultanas
And so have good karma for assaulting bananas
even when they are farmer salted narnas
for insulting llamas
As they get to much ob sultanas
Which they love
Oh what a drama!
The karma driven banana-rama of farmer llamas eating
sultanas for assaulting bananas the farmer has insulted by salted results in…
A banana-rama of a llama farmer panorama showing karma
Or maybe just a mess
well The farmer did do his best
I think he may need a rest from the stress of the banana-rama, drama of being a karmic llama farmer.