Dream Time Poetry

Ten, thirty, forty, fifty. but more
words of the foolish into the bin
for overtaken they are by the pain
of no love today.
There are no words now for the truth
follows the words into “nowhere”
from whence they surprisingly came
to spin webs of deceit and lies
in the heart of one so inclined
to believe in the wisdom of love.
The wisdom [...]

No snowflakes fall to overlay
the truth of who we are
and yet there is a shroud
thick, heavy, and so dense
that grants unto the beautiful
the semblance of a grave.
And when there are no snowflakes
no one thinks to clear away
mortal imperfections
and facilitate the rise
of the buried but not dead.
So the beautiful lies comatose
awaiting the awakened
to brave the elements
like [...]

How like life to twist the truth
into knots of little use
and glue and staple them in place
as an extra safety measure.
Come the fingers deft and sly
but up to now not yet tried
for years it takes to plot and plan
an attack on all the knots inside.
The fingers have been twiddling thumbs
in the safety of old comfort [...]