transmogrifi3d

I have felt in consolable need, Distance offers only problematic conundrum. To consider the stars would be to forget the moon. To consider the moon would be to forget the journey ahead. To ensure the now, would mean to remember the past but in turn to mis-align the future. One can (not) apologize in advance. One can (not, only) be caught in the maelstrom of future mistakes. Life spent amongst people, in closer proximity, makes one, at times, forget people further adrift. An in-considerable doubt and offence. Lays one’s own intrusiveness to bare it’s naked body in itself. One sequesters oneself away, in part to hide f

Great big eyes stare at you. You feel your heart melt. Furry kit on your doorstep, what are you to do? Cute pink nose on a cute, cute face On it's head, tied up nice. A cute blue bow of lace. Fluffy, white fur ruffled from play, You pick up the kit, Its eyes tell you its love. 'Will you take me in today?' As you look a tear burns your eye, this cute, fluffy, kitty, with bow of lace, purring as you cry.

My soul is empty, it's all that remains of me. But will you take me?

Too happy to write this poem, yet I carry on. Too content to think about life, so I can write on. For those sweet moments, where life is alright. For the times one really feels happy. To have thoughts not of death, not of plight. The days seem more fresh, the grass all the more green. The birds so more atwitter, what a beautious scene.