Things Poetic

 Mirror Reflection facing me warts and all seeing some more than others knowing its slanted, coloured by life twisted almost the hurt and pain, smothered in time and distance of thought and reason hand waves no response in return smile nothing in reply love desert in return deserted, displaced a stave, misplaced, discordant words unmatched to eyes cold covers warmth  arctic winds whip around pulling at hope casting it to the void

 today I was here today and yesterday and will be tomorrow but when you want me  I won't be I will have gone because my energy left yesterday my soul was destroyed the day before my mind tomorrow

 What is something worth Time energy money though feeling emotion ...thats it and if not that worth is less than nothing

 Sunshine Birds sing me out of my sleep, their calls soft at first, swirling into the swirl of craziness thats my dream dream....a swirl of colour, of movement, of faces, of places touching down where I recognise a face, a person, a place watching something happen in my minds eye interrupted by the soft call of the sparrows, chattering to each other, softly and then, louder as the swirl of colour goes  and my eyes open "what the ....." oh, its sunny,  and noisy and early Bloody summer the reflected light catches my eyes, and the walls, reflecting off the glass the artwork the soft curves of the bombshell delectable up we get in every way

 Step forward alright,  again, again, almost.. assuming art, an assumption always, alright black, blue, brown, black, but being basically boring, because  catching consciousness, calling chronic catastrophes common can detach, delivering downward diving depression, determining every event, every evening, every existence, expressions, eventually  filling fearful futures, finally feat fills  her hands, holding hope, holding her heart  immobile, inspiring, immutable, in its joined up  kaleidoscope, loving, liking, leaving laziness, living life, letting life live, leaving love meanwhile many months may never nowingly need outside  peace, particularly  quickly  running, restorative  sensory silences, silent shallow  teasing tales, taking the time to  unwind, until varied wishes, winding without extracting your  zesty zebra .... zero

 Nesting Loud scrabbling breaks the apparent quiet,  head appears, sunlight scintillating off the opalescent feathers  black etes searching for... There it sees the feline presence watching,  but 15 feet below safe flies out and away calling back to be aware and careful