The endless purple night

 The night is purple
Obstacle black
My hands are writing
My instruction slack

The grass is slippery
The bars are wide
Enemies have accumulated
Evil won't subside

I want to be selfless
Like these in neutral
often just helpless
The night is purple

Ufos fill the late evening
Tired eyes on disbelieving face
Police reports are filling themselves out
Some will will attempt to erase me

I want to be selfless to live and speak
Like these dressed as angels
Who persecute the weak
knitting evil into tangles

The servants want to go home
The police won't let me go
So they have to stay
And lock it all up

And I'll be whisked away
it's prison...
It's a prison

The gazelle with kind eyes

 In the protection of your own heart.
You have wounded many.
Some loud and boisterous unruly even.
Some quiet and abiding.

Let yourself not give too much importance.
Like a membrane between you and the outside world.
Don't bother looking into the intentions of a person.
Protect yourself what a destructive world!

Do I blame you for such precautions.
No, if I had any sense I might folow suit.
Instead I put myself in harms way.
Or prepare things thus.

Like a predator on a plain.
We can only take down the careless.
And you aren't careless you aren't slow.
But I'll watch you. 

I'll be completely bamboozled.
As lower tier meat eater.
Devours you in the grass.
Not giving you your just desserts.

To passify the sea

 Nothing comes easy my friend
 Nothing.
 But God is here,
 Or my delusions of God are here,

And they are sweet enough
To passify me through
I am not the good captain
Waves of blasted ocean

knocking crews of sense overboard
All that are left are navigators
with no real control over the boat
subject to the fury of a fickle sea

Kids on bikes

 Two five year old boys joked and tore down the slope
Their screams stung at the top of their lungs
Oncoming traffic brims, coming close to killing them
No lesson learned, no parent concerned

Out they rode again
Him and his cheery friend
On their little bikes
Screaming and the like

challenging fate to take their lives
Not in awe neither in surprise

When the waters recede

 Again there they wait by their boats.
Packing them with everything they'll need.

There's always something missing.
What is missing in you.
in me?

And what exactly are we crossing water for?
Can I replace what is missing?
We never feel ready.

Everything is rented, nothing is owned!
But I need ownership.
I need to exclude some.

Again there they wait packing their bins with food.
All will be gone if it capsizes over the flooded land.
Who am i to question them?

My house floats.
little waves hit my footstep.
Like white lies I tell myself.

Get myself through the day.
They'll get themselves over the deluge lakes.
And moor themselves once again in my vicinity.

Movement even when it appears so redundant is good.
It freshens the mind in this windless flooded land.
And when the waters recede I will plant and build.

And again there they will wait rolling up there belongings.
looking at my dreams and laughing themselves silly.
And I won't tell them they are trapped.

I won't tell them there's something better.
I'll let them cross the waters and seek great nothings.
One day they'll come back and pay tribute.

If they don't drown. 

Chaos is food

 Make your way
There is space in the world
There are roads to take
Curiosities to understand

The world has your kind of food
Chaos you said you consume
You can sustain yourself here
And walk with me your helper

Come through and save the insisters the imposters
Those that force themselves to conflict
They fail themselves miserably
You could tell them to be still

There are so many crazy and sad ones
Lost out here in the noise
In the sleepless nights
Looking for peace wheere there is none

Sometimes peace is not the medicine
Sometimes chaos is food

Lewis lethargic

 The cross eyed dog
A four year old male
sleeps all day
a quiet creature

only barking when someone arrives
then back to sleeping
snoring and cozy nothings
a lazy old

The furr over dresses him
overheating him and dazing him
Life is a slow stumble over to the food bowl
a few laps of the water bowl

A few heavy pants
A shake of the coat
A glance at the owner
And back to the rug