LIVING

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LIVING

Seek and you shall find

what the mind may hide.

Follow the soft sighs

to where the bird flies.

Dig deeper into your dream

as you float with the stream.

Time will never end

nor will it ever bend.

Enjoy the here and now

as I give my last bow.

A PUZZLE

Life is a mystery,

A puzzle of its own.

You need to fill it in,

So you won’t be alone.

WHAT DO YOU SEE?

WHAT DO YOU SEE?

The mind is complex.

It stores information.

It reasons.

It’s also creative.

I see a butterfly and its shadow.

What do you see?

THE MIND’S EYE

The mind’s eye.

Portals to our souls.

Our words can hide our lies,

but our eyes can’t.

A LITTLE MURDER

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The mind can be a strange place.

It can create dark stories.

With monsters and demons.

A little murder and mayhem.

Skulls and bones for decoration.

Maybe your cup of tea is blood.

Your coffee carries poison.

Let your mind roam the darkness.

And maybe beyond.

AN ELECTRIC STORM

Let’s scale the heights.

Be careful of the crevices.

The deep valleys.

The empty holes.

Climb the next ridge.

Enter through an opening.

Small as a fly.

Hear the blood pound.

The synapses sizzle and pop.

Journey through the darkness.

Through the unknown.

Exhilarating as an electric storm.

Colorful as a fireworks display.

A ride through space and time.

FOOD FOR THE SOUL

The bird sings in its cage,

happy to be alive.

The musician plays his violin

in perfect harmony.

Nature at its best.

Beauty in its simplicity.

Food for our minds and souls.

BUDS OF HOPE

BUDS OF HOPE

In midst of despair and sorrow
rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
against all that can go wrong.

These are extreme times of confusion and change,
media expanding over a broader range. 
We are attacked by sounds in each direction,
leaving no time for thinking and reflection.

These flowers know what’s real,
they go by what they feel.
Away from the hustle and bustle,
they grow wild without any tussle.

A day to clear my cluttered mind is all I need,
to recharge my battery is what I should heed.
I’ll recharge in a quiet place like this,
a zest for life is what I dearly miss.

PRETTY IN PINK

 

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Petals drift in the warm breeze.

Pretty in pink, they flutter.

The fragrance tickles my nose.

Velvety soft to the touch.

My senses engaged.

My mind is at rest.

No need for worries.

No need for more words.

BOOK OF NIGHTMARES

My dreams haunt me.

They torment me each night.

They follow me,

Giving my heart a fright.

I’ve put my demons in my book

To ease my troubled mind.

Why don’t you take a closer look,

And see what you can find?

BRICK BY BRICK

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THICK AIR

There are no limits to

what your mind can create.

No end to

what it can inspire.

With a little thought

and imagination

you can build the world.

SKIN AND BONES

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Skin and bones.

That’s all we are.

Easy to break.

Easy to fall.

Don’t fall apart.

Keep strong.

Keep fit.

In mind,

Body,

And soul.

A SECRET PLACE

A secret place

To call your own.

To think or

Perhaps to dream.

Of better times.

Of a better life.

A place to escape

From the darkness

Of your mind.

STAND TALL

In midst of despair and sorrow
Rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
Against all that can go wrong.

These are extreme times of confusion and change,
Media expanding over a broader range. 
We are attacked by sounds from each direction,
Leaving no time for thinking and reflection.

These flowers know what’s real,
They go by what they feel.
Away from the hustle and bustle,
They grow wild without any tussle.

A day to clear my cluttered mind is all I need.
To recharge my battery is what I should heed.
I’ll recharge in a quiet place like this.
A zest for life is what I dearly miss.

DARK SHADOWS OF MY MIND

The nightmare of my mind.

Crammed with trees and dirt.

A deserted forest of the night.

No visitors or intruders.

Only death and silence.

Graves mark the spots

where life once stood.

Now all that’s left is

darkness and shadows.

Shadows drifting across

space and my mind.

MY TROUBLED MIND

My dreams haunt me.

They torment me each night.

They follow me.

Giving my heart a fright.

I’ve put my demons in my book.

To ease my troubled mind.

Why don’t you take a closer look

And see what you can find.

THE DEAD GAME

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