CRAZY

This is the 19th poem I have written since the beginning of 2011....I know we are just entering February so I am effectively 12 poems behind....ho hum......


Crazy little moments

Running through my head

Jumbled bits of clutter

Cluttered, running scared

Tap, tap, tapping

Scuttling on the floor

Running up the hallway

Looking for a door

A place to hide their feelings

A place to hide away

A place to bury deep inside

A place to remain and stay

Crazy little thoughts

Bouncing off the walls

Bouncing like a bouncy ball

Bouncing up the halls

Crazy little thoughts

Send me spinning in a twirl

These crazy little thoughts

Stuck in a crazy little world

It’s time to clean the cluttered mind

Clean the dust and dirt away

Because crazy little thoughts

Are getting in my way

Crazy crazy little thoughts

Grow quickly in the dark

Emerging into one big thought

Moving quickly to the heart

Taking over every room

And every living space

Crazy crazy little thoughts

Its time you went away.

THE MORNING TRAIN

The last few days I have been writing a series of different poems, that funnily enough have somehow become connected in some way, they are three separate poems, yet they are one.....my dreams have been vivid and  they have traveled in my thoughts this week

Dawn amongst the

Silent breeze

Broken light

Decorates the blank pages

Colouring the unspoken

Words

Clawing at

Denied thoughts

The heart listening

As silent patience

Stays trapped in a knowing

Place

The asking heart

Sheds its sadness

Sitting lonely

Stitched up from isolated

Pieces of thread woven

Amongst the

                      

              flesh

6:34 the dream felt

Screeching sounds

Like rusty gates

Low hung clouds

Under my foot

As spicy salami lingers

Amongst the sleepers

And the grease shines

On her chin

 Nauseating my heart

My words true

Street lights

Train lights

The light in your heart

Turn off

Archways twitch

Music is played

Held tightly

In a coffee mug

Green flowery dreams

Warm the hands

One more chance

At happiness

His tie of blue

Watching

My love is yours

Caught in the nightmare

Oriental lions protect the

Entrance

Morning light broken

By a thumping soul

The rush of looking for

                        Love

That treks the hills

Looking for comfort

As her cracked lips

Call for the sky to come

Toward you.

Bending on the turn

Slowly pulling away

The book I carry

Bent from the hungry desire

Of being held

Hurts in my hands

Lost amongst searching

Following the ribbon

Draped from the window

The memories wait

Amongst the pages

Of cool water

And sweet lingering perfume

Surrounding the weightless

Stones that sink

As the floatless heart

Is embroidered

With silky wet moss

Seeking approval

That can't be controlled