Do I Exist If They No Longer See Me Am I The Tree In The Proverbial Wood. Do They Forget What They No

The rising dark

You rise again

Old friend

It had been some years since

Your darkness graced my door.

I see you have the other dark with you

What of our agreement

What of the words we spoke

Our decision to go

Our separate ways

To no longer continue our involvement.

So why,

Do I find you here

Now

Like unwelcome peddlers,

Pests.

Filth!

Ah, I see the infection is spreading already

I will not go gently

Even though you’ve come in force

We’ve danced this dance before

Let’s hope this new partner

Knows the steps

TwentySeven

I drift silently Like blood through water The purest pollution. Confined to a bottle With no shore leave I float My only aim is to wait To make it out Whole And no longer diluted.

Wait, what?

Little fingers never waited So long To be waited Upon Had to weigh out some Gold, or was it silver That had a lighter weight I can't wait for the answer Now that they're waited They can move faster But that's only after They've waited to have The weight lifted To become weight-less

Are you prepared for this undertaking?

You've shown no sign that you are prepared for this gelatine product, Which is a good thing because you clearly couldn't handle a body of such voluptuousness

Subversive social commentary

...we’re fucked.

The eleven thirty train to sleepsville via stone heart town has left

How do you feel Because I don't know how To. I want to know But Don't lend me your knowledge Just let me know, Tell me Your side of the story Don't let me in the door Just let me peek through the window And catch a glimpse I don't have the time Or the capacity For it all

No stones thrown

I can taste the air.

Soil and water,

The light of a star,

Life givers.

The heat radiates inside you

You take my breath away

Make me perspire

But I can’t leave.

I saw hello to all inside

Whispering and caressing

Rewarded with treasures

Shining and bold.

Yup

Esquire he's my idol But now Now Lets not get Carried away Swept A-way with the tide Weigh anchor dogs This whale wants us inside But we won't go down No we won't go down Not with this ship Not on your life No not on your lives Neither on mine

I, dormouse

This is no kind of life For we are all dormice Being torn from our love To squirrel away all our lives Working at something we didn't choose To bring us shelter And brief glimpses of what it all could be Never able to keep what we collect for the proverbial rainy day. Because it was said And so written We gain nothing but the next day And is that enough To go to our graves Being forever owed From the previous ones toil. I dare say not. Even rebellion would lead to the same end And there is no solace to be found in that. Perhaps I should leave then Sail the seas And walk the paths of my forebears But with that comes the paradox Of not being able to afford my shelter or sustenance I would surely come to the end much sooner Than if I had remained that timid dormouse Once again Squirrelling away for the Never ending winter

Closed, go away

Too much duvet In the way Thinkings not allowed We're closed The mind opens at 10 Come back then Wait outside if ya have to Just don't expect any Privileges for being keen Sharp as a stone The mind opens at 10 On The Dot Just five minutes more Just five Minutes more