the sky blue blue blue
the pond below cool cool cool
my heart like the sky like the pond
blue and cool
I shiver
the pond below cool cool cool
my heart like the sky like the pond
blue and cool
I shiver
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like a hollow in a tree
hanging in there the dry leaves fill the hole in the tree nothing in the distant surrounding can find refuge here broken lives searching for futile desire in the twilight frustrated tears
sick body drowned in toxic chemicals i suffer tired of fighting, waiting, explaining with none of my beloved believing they are like my executionists my life is doomed with no support from my closest old turns young
when rejuveniled with a drink from the spring of life my heart coated with youth silently gains momentum gives my life the best shot over long stored cowshit Alchemy can stop hallucinations
so she's told she even joins the hub of magic nothing's changed, she still feels strange she turns the table stop the magic dose hoping others will perceive the visible trying hard to show the world the improbable It's in the living room
all gathered together gazing and listening to the brown box The story began hard clear and cold a detective one When was the last time you saw her a question always asked in a murder case Notes exchanged with clever analysis the real motive the weapon the murderer revealed the time range was also matched a tired ass rests its head on a flower bed
dreaming the mid summer dream clothed with magnolia leaves enters the fairyland loved by the fairy queen everything ceases when the spell vanishes a dream is a dream billions of micro beads of water
flow down entering a pond with floating plants with gold swimmers framed by eyesight for the beholder and a churning sound soothing as chanting I lie on the bench lost in the world of peace in mind i shut shut shut
ears mind heart soul exact exact exactly the land upon afloat floats floating i curl i curl i curl see see see unseen plays with squares triangles rectangles cut through all all all judge judge judge if will will will |
AuthorI started late to become a writer, after I graduated from the University of Auckland at the age of 57. It all began when one of my articles was first published in Muse, a magazine in Hong Kong. I just finished my first novel Tree which is about Chinese immigrants here in New Zealand. Being bipolar it hasn't been easy but I'm proud to have broken the vicious cycle and begin to enjoy life. I'm glad to have survived to this age and be able to live a most fulfilling life. Categories |
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