Small like a mouse
But larger than the Krause
Will come undone
And like her daughter who left the son
Of a mother’s number one
She too pretends to be blue
Yet follows you to find yr clues
And tears you down
Smothers you takes your breath
Whatever for the hue is red
Cannot find those that tread
Softly behind amongst the fog
Just like a puppy dog
There are those that will see through the Liar s
Free
Chains envelope me
INFP
makes sense now breathe
Pray for roads to open
Pray for ways of coping
Overwhelming moods of broken
Tired blues, lowered eyes
Bloodshot visions downturn smiles
Glimmer shimmer hopes are fading
High waves start wading
Swallow salty tears cascading
Waterfalls hitting rocks
keys and locks beckon opening
Knives are out start to sharpen
She won’t let up admit defeat
Leave it alone you beast
Give it a rest and peace
When the same old same repeats
Folks turn away you see?
Find the new meld with the rest
Now you know who is the best
Listen learn hear their heart beat
Sense the wars offer peace
Palms open honesty brews
Shoulders relax
I hear you…
Spinning swirling flying swooping
Winter approaching but yet so far
The hillsides are dry with green afar
The farmer reaps but yet he sows
Seedlings planted all in rows
Another gift was yet discarded
Flew for miles left broken hearted
Trees planted on sides of roads
Then left to fend amongst cattle and toads
Climb those steep hills
Take in the cool air
Feel it in your chest
Now it’s time to rest
Watching the birds again
Effortlessly gliding and swooping as once again
You struggle to understand the why
You’re so wry yet painfully shy
Climb the hill what’s on the other side
Greener pastures I heard the cries
Go forth make the change
You whisper as the chain
Slowly unravels from ankles
Sailing adrift without any paddles
The calm descending on quiet thoughts
Not a breeze to rustle leaves as something caught
Your eyes a twinkle
With every wrinkle you realise
Now it’s time
Is ugly, makes you fugly. Scrupulous unthinking but mostly tragic. Old and withered and green not true. You’ll lose who you are, your identity no clue. Put down your sword, there’s no war here. I know you are reading this, it’s evident and clear. He told me he knows there’s only one that’s true. He told me he knows definitely it’s clear it’s not you.
Ghost words of the imaginings 