time to hide behind chairs

Lets get lost,
between the cracks of those faded cane chairs.

No on will find us.
We'll cease to exist.
When the rays flash on us,
we'll disappear into the brightness.
And befriend the dust if we want to.
Look at each other if we want to.

Maybe some red flowers will get swept in,
by the wind of nervous change.
I reckon we could talk to them.
Fling some incomplete meanings around,
take in a swig of air or two.
Fancy a dance maybe.

Or lets just sit quietly,
blink our eyelashes,
twist our lips together,
inhale a string of smokey lust.
Our eyes will continue to blink,
till they get dry and make raspy noises.

Lets hold our hands together till our fingers fall off,
or lets just hold them till we get warm.
Then the cold will join us,
and then we'll be safe,
safe from each other and warmth.

We'll stay in till the chair decides to stand,
when she gets tired we'll let her sleep.

Then maybe if we want to,
if we can still see each other,
we'll go look for an old mahogany chair,
and stay there for a little while.

through the narrowed light

darkness and strife,

it shines like mud.

               through..      narrowed..           

                           the..                   light.

dust particles waver,

emitting a stench.

     through..      narrowed.. 

                         the..                  light.

selfish and kind,

the wind blows.

      through..      narrowed..

                          the..                   light.

numb screams,

              filtered by white faces.

       through..      narrowed..

                           the..                   light.

you see me,

                   burnt through a black fire.

       through..      narrowed.. 

                            the..                   light.

Notice me

a faint buzz and the colour of honey,
he swirled around my head,
his body oblivious to gravity.
he passed me once,he passed me twice.
he never really noticed me.
yet my body tingled with his presence,
my eyes followed his humming movement.
he didn't notice me,
but my eyes were all over him.
he gently placed himself on the fire sign,
his energy focused on one point,
his invisible face seemed to light up,
as he attempted to read.
yes he wanted to read,
and why shouldn't he?
his eyes were glued to the fire sign,
as his gentle feet touched it.
ever so lightly he crawled over it.
he didn't utter a word,
nor notice the room full of people.
he tried to read,
then gave up and flew out the window.
maybe he'll come back,
come back to read.
or perhaps he'd rather discover,
that flowery world out there.

"Hell is other people" - No exit

No way am I to be left alone by these parasitic thoughts

It challenges me to think beyond this fatal world,

The light seemed brighter even the multicoloured spots,

Or the words which are continuously being hurled.

Did you hear that?

That eternal whisper.

Did you see that?

                                                      The ray of blue light.

                                                      We circle each other,like vultures over a dying being.

                                                      Continuously sucking out the energy flowing within.

                                                      Do you even really see what it is you are seeing,

                                                      Can you even distinguish an act of good from one of sin.

                                                      Did you ever let it touch you?

                                                      A fleeting thought.

                                                      Did you ever dare to breathe?

                                                      When toxic words fumed pass you.

Why is that we are what we are most afraid of?

That we never seem to want to care,

When someone silently did cough,

Or when we were needed,we weren’t there.

Did you let someone in?

With your eyes open.

Did you silently cry?

When the sun was shining.

Have you cringed when people got nearer,

Or shunned out the divine light.

Looked behind you to see things a little more clearer,

Felt like soaring away from everyone like a blue faded kite.

Did you listen when the wind was singing?

The pitter patter of soft footsteps.

                                                                                                     Did you want to paint yourself green?

Let the colours mesh into you.

Yet we are surrounded by a growing number of dark bodies,

With them we must spend this mortality.

Give out this life on a substandard lease,

Attempt to preserve our already shredding sanity.

Did you let the trees guide you?

Weathered leaves rustled by.

Did you dream a dream of dreaming?

When all else ended in despair.

A time to live

The truth will set you free,

We’ve heard this time and time again.

What about the things we never want to see,

We block it out to to keep ourselves sane.

Like when you see blue but hope it's yellow,

Or that the orange sky will swallow you whole,

Or when you see that halo floating over a certain fellow,

Making your body soar high along with your dreamy patient soul.

Life can fling things at you and expect you to cope,

Climb up that golden staircase with your head held up high,

Always smiling never shall you be allowed to mope,

Never shall you allow yourself to question yourself why.

We need to face brutality and the loss of faith,

Need to find courage within ourselves when all seems lost,

Need to find things that will sometimes our needs satiate,

Yet hope that our souls it won’t cost.

Living in such a hectic pace we struggle,we fight,

We loose our way sometimes and even that scared goal,

That we set for ourselves so that we won’t lose sight,

Of our Eutopia,fearing we’ll get sucked into a hole.

Sometimes it is so easy to give up and go,

Never look back,never remember what we could have had.

Keep plowing the fields of our mind with a rusted hoe.

Only in darkness do we let ourselves be ungrateful,be sad.

Yes fear drives us,but when did passion fade away,

When did the truth become so ugly,

That you could no longer grasp what I had to say,

That you had to turn away to hide your humanity from me.

Sometimes when the darkness crept in those droptlets of water would hide,

The times of innocence wouldn’t be out of reach,

We didn’t need to choose a side,

Or have to pretend to preach.

They said the truth would set us free,

Yet it blinds us and makes hatred grow,

Doesn’t let us soar or let us be,

Or let us on the river of infinity row.

Maybe a time will come when the truth won’t be circulated,

Like a cup of coffee wanted by no one.

A time when we won’t be able to remember the ones we hated,

A time when what was done could be just as easily undone.

Or maybe when we get over the fear of being unaccepted,

Be strong,be daring and be able to face the bitterness,

We’ll find a way to accept the truth and rise from the dead,

And embrace that beautiful,undiscovered and violet wilderness.