Solvent fills the air acrid light headed
tentatively step forward onward
through light soaked white rooms
Church of thought process emotion action reaction
plastered over walls ceiling floor
nostalgia hangs by thick rope swing
intuition crucified with rusty nail of indignation to nothing
but the rotten decaying wall

floor creaks under my light weight
i wait
golden sun shines through broken pain
i wait
nose burns acrid smell pleasant light head
and wait
mind runs clear of worry for short unmeaserable time
and i wait
i wait

Lungs burn legs ache feet carry forth
onward to place of rest
to warm abode
to some idea of home

To trudge ever onwards
heavily wearily forwards
left foot to right foot to left
moving at pace but never closer....

That night  he couldn't sleep
he turned he sat he lay
wide eyed minds eye
wishing for rest
dreaming of sleep
praying for peace
yet nothing came
no release
as you skipped from thought to thought.

I sit.
eyes closed breath steady
laid back
relaxed naked peace.

Warm rain falls
to streams
gullies flow over flesh
steam forms
body sweets light headed dreams

tomorrow i follow forefill and am full
tomorrow  i chase after you
tomorrow dawns and i am renewed
tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow...

I lie
eyes closed steady breathed
naked
cold
on own.

The above is a picture i edited for my friend Tess, a great passionate musician.

I've got OLD Soul
rugged old dog
found in old home
paint pealed window pain
sun soaked cracked door
curled in corner of old beamed floor
waiting for his summer to come.

My tired OLD soul
rugged loose old ears
flea bitten old tears
basks in gold light
waits through dreamless nights
sleepless wandering through paint pealed halls
my body his basket, i his home.

My tired Dead soul
holds to dead dreams
summer gone dead leaves
cold in front of open fire
tired of life, tired of me.

We are not as scholars say
bodies with floating souls
but old souls with broken limbs.