
Bleeding chaos through colour
seeing imaginary cats and dogs
hallucinating uncharacteristically
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Bleeding chaos through colour
seeing imaginary cats and dogs
hallucinating uncharacteristically

Different colours bleed
chaos across the Earth
Mother nature decided
to take it all back
In the pandemonium
we didn’t listen
Now she will make us listen
Now we will have to hear her
Now our world will change
So that in the future
we will all have her
Remembering us
standing in the summer rain
wetting our dry skin?
Now we stand inside waiting
for the acid rain to fall.

autumn calls to us from across the sea
shades of vernal delight take your soul
here sunlight hides behind grey clouds
there the burgeon march gathers pace
little flowers dance in the breeze for you
leaves fall onto deserted streets for me

From the depths of depression and anxiety,
after the harrowing lockdowns and death,
you breakthrough your mind to be.
From the black nothingness
you see the light and walk
with a renewed sense of
kindness and love.

My companion;
We have walked together for so long.
My confidante;
We know all of those secrets hidden.
My consort;
We agreed to walk this path together.
My love;
You are The Wolf and I The Blood Fire.
My heart;
The raging fire was tamed by the kind one.

Thoughts of the virgin
my stoic apparition
beckoning me home

From the shore
a solitary boat
lingers defiantly.
Out there, you will be
painting the horizon
with your thoughts.
Here, with me, you’ll
spin poems and tales
showing me what you
want and love to see.
From the shore
a solitary boat
lingers no more.
Your red boat was lost
to the sea, your stories
were taken from me,
and your love lost at sea.

Frost-worn longings echo
the trauma that manifested
within to take over my being.
A renaissance within for words
bled colours, for I am a tree
at the point of rebirth.
Awakened and anew, the colours
appear sharper, and the moon tells a story;
I have not heard one for so long.
A montage of mosaic gemstones,
your artistic licence in overdrive.
A pastiche and a dreamer of the sea,
you’re artistically afraid to be original.
