I'd like to capture a rainbow and
stick it in a big box so that, anytime
you wanted to you could reach in and
pull out a piece of sunshine.

I'd like to build you a mountain that
you could call your very own. A place
to find serenity in those times when you
feel the need to be closer to yourself.

I would like to be the one who is there with
you when you're lonely or troubled or
you just need someone to hold on too.
I would like to do all this and more to make
your life happy.

I hear Him, when He whispers
and, the air around me suddenly turns warm,

not like an epiphany
more like the air has thoughts, and it takes a different "form",

I'm allowed to know all, the reasons, "why?".

My soul awakens,
allowing the pureness of His energy to take hold,

as if I had a choice to resist,
then, I'd miss the message my spirit's told;

and I feel love, enough, to cry.

I hear His whispers,
they have a way to "clutch" my throat, if when I talk

through silent corridors and open doors
I hear dripping taps constant as a
ticking clock, repetitive splotch on the
quite side of a nocturnal dawn.

'tis way past midnight shall
soon sleep on dreamed up illusions,
it's a happy day that light wakes me
from such confusions.

I liaise my static pose
poignant thoughts cling
beneath this veil, untold
tales that fail to fade.

the night she knows
my ailing and woes
requite my retraction
as I nestle in repose.

this is an angry little word, in your ear…

I sit here quiet and still, but deep anger burns.
Watching the life of my fellow man,
lorded over by a festering lot,
so undeserving their saintly heir.

You turn away! when I’ve just started, and have no intentions of stopping.
That book I hear about, that’s so bloody great,
put it up for our attention.
I throw down the gauntlet bring out the book,
I say it is no more than a story, of what the poor can dream.
Certainly not a honest read.