The vibes of confusion

There are vibes of confusion
when your life is a ramble.
Swinging, resting, falling
landing. Nowhere better
than a gamble.

Our lives are confusing
Fears widen bringing burden
Tension rising without warning
Sudden, stopping, sorry, no.

If a moment can be telling,
Thoughts now combining.
Then constant moments you
don’t want.. Is that hell?
Bring rest of pressure building
making certain, if uncertain
Sudden, slowing, weary, no.

Now its just a glitch.

There was that one time the whole world seemed to fall away for a while..

Now its just a glitch.

nothings broken

nothings broken
no
we’re just a bit
all over the place

no-ones spoken
about this smile I can’t stop
                           might drop
                           won’t stop laughing at this rate

Something broke hun
It’s a crack in my serious
sad and sorry self

Smiling over..
tumble, dream
and dance and
forget it making any sense

nothings broken.
Were just a bit all over
under and around
the place

echo, echo.. little light.

Clumsy warmth fills the air, cold darks streets and shiny hair.
crazy stuff sets the scene, it isn’t real yet not a dream.
An unstable place in between.
Memories spark a hidden light,
magics working out of sight.
echo, echo.. little light.

escape with me to the stars
need a friend to show me the way
in the dark where you can’t see the scars, I’ll whisper things I cannot say

Rescue the shimmer in my heart, when I spill and fall apart
Tried to run when I couldn’t walk, I start melting when you talk.
I’m a bottle with no cork, an open substance to consume.

nothing ever goes to plan, things change without consent
my fear is turning sweet, and my consciousness is bent

In the heat of the storm

I walk through the park the air is warm
Warning of an approaching storm
The heat is raw, intense and bright
I shield my eyes from the burning light
In the centre stands one lonely tree
Itís leaves and branches beckon me
I run toward it, sweat trails behind
With only shelter on my mind
I reach the tree, it’s cool embrace
The shadows seep across my face
I catch some leaves as they ride the breeze
Pollen spikes the air, and then I sneeze
The sun shifts and the shadows slide
Overhead the storm clouds glide
Dancing with the shifting dark
Under the lonely tree, in a sunburnt park
Then thunder claps, and burns the air
And raindrops slowly fill the air
A mist of water washes down
Some moisture for our dry old town
I look to home, so far away
Turn to the tree, wishing I could stay
The rain pours down drowning the land
I smile and then I take your hand
We walk together through the park
Soaked half to death followed by dark
Running now, through muddy ground
Above echoes a crashing sound
Short of breath, home at last
The rain now stops, clouds leaving fast
I turn to face you, but your gone
I’ll wait for you, by the tree, at dawn.

reflections

Sometimes the world seems to reflect things. Remixed bad memories or background noise distorted by fear in a loop skipping occasionally to more pleasant ideas.

Scenarios present themselves, with subtlety or quite suddenly.. They could all be true. In their own way.

If it feels more like a nightmare, it might still be worth holding onto the moment of sadness, fear or regret anyway. Letting it sit, seeing a little more of whatever you seem to want to face, deep down.

What matters.. might be what we find out, as reality shatters in a moment of doubt. Let the moment stay as long as you need it.

stay lucid.

trust me, it’s a dream.

trust me, it’s a dream
all of it, both places.

trust me, You’re awake
everything, both faces.

Like me, it’s a date.
memories, to keep

Trusting, in your dreams.
you can do it while awake

Hold me, while we sleep
dreaming of love
asleep or awake

trust me, life’s a dream
It’s a beautiful mistake.

a thought can make you shiver
fear can make you shake

if you don’t speak your feelings
they are stories left untold

Hold me, as we walk
there’s a dream left to unfold

A quiet little dream

Dream quietly now
There’s time to spare
Walk softly now
From here to there
Still, solid, purposeful
Dream softer now
No need to blur and scream
Dream quietly
a quiet little dream.

Good Morning Ideation Cafe (Taken with instagram)

A Wild Storm

Life is a Pattern
Never the same

cute copies of copies
shot incorrectly in between

Pause a moment
Breathe for 4 seconds.

Breathe it in
Dance it out
Forget that it’s a dream

switch send
lock, pause
leap smash
staple, gauze

Chase or Choose
Echoes of Light.
corrupted data
Ignites.

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Above is a Pattern
sometimes it’s rain

over there, a scatter
of items that flatten
wake up to a murmur
sung simply
said softly
Walking underground
till the sky feels firmer.

Thanks, kindness.
told off sweetly.
Yes dream big
Please think small.

Call me on my mind phone
find me if I’m weak, the
idea
stop there.

Don’t Speak.