Matchka

How do you tell your heart "don't touch that it will burn you" that glowing happy place you thought was long gone your friend with the wonderful mind and damaged soul with a touch that awakens fire in you who you want to have wrap you in his arms and never let go who held you and showed you color and joy again kissed you, touched you and awakened pleasure in your body once again who looked deep in your eyes and saw worth how do you scare off the fear a deep pressure in your visceral gut warning you that he will run run away from you and your love and your heart that gives too freely of itself from your arms tha

climbing the walls of your heart only to slip on a misunderstanding and plummet to the cold stone below splintering into shards of agony blilliant spikes piercing blinding, making me hide in the cool soothing shadows of your fortress basking in the darkness safe and secure in emptiness gazing at the solid wall and knowing defeat.

You sit trying to catch the ideas flitting through your mind like fleeting shadows or tormenting demons teasing and then pulling back into darkness leaving you straining trying to see what insight just flashed across your mindscreen like the sparkle of a rainbow seen when not trying to be and the harder you look the fainter it becomes taunting in the knowledge that is IS there They play tag with your mind reveling in their speed and your slowless a gleam glanced quicksilver in your poet's eye you reach out to catch them bind them in ink on your paper but it is like trying to catch the breezes whisper or a silvery t

The crazy old man lay in his bed and wondered what was wrong. He knew he should be quite dead but knew quite well he wasn't. The song was new but the tune was old. Mankind was alone. The dog wanted his bone and the girl to go home. The light in the sky was not of nature's making. It glowed and pulsed with a newness quite amazing. The smell of fresh bread wafted across the playing field as we played our games of heartlessness. All was well with death around and we knew not what was up. Cars screaming down the freeway, dodging ghostly shadows. Hitting living, breathing things instead of moving over. Bells and  whistles filled the ai

I wish I could share the pictures in my head give them shape and color for others to behold but alas my mind's bright vista is locked inside my mind can see with awesome clarity but my hands are blind all that is left to me is to try to convey images with words letters always the same shapes just different combinations words that will convey emotion, texture, smell bring a vivid picture that hopefully resembles what I see and if I am lucky I can paint the words right