''It's not the ghosts of the dead that hunt places...
In the middle
of a field so green...
Robust,
where the looks in your eyes...
Peering into my mind, is a fools errand my friend
Not even i can begin to speculate...
Do you crave spirits
to uplift yours or...
'Daddy I love you' this was my first phrase.
I really did like him and always looked at him...
I painted rainbows on my walls,
to hold back those years of surprise...
Sleep? Nah, that's not for me,
I'd much rather just lie there, restlessly...
I stride, in my silver-plated armor,
feeling noble and brave, unlike...
Pregnant puddles swell into labouring pools.
Give birth to muggy streams...
I am the coldness in your quivering skin
there when you get left behind...
Some things are beautiful thoughts
but I shall finish it up just right here...