Mazy memory

Where is this place
That I have found,
A mountain and a valley
In a day.
Sweet, Sour, Hot and Cold
Many a mazy memory,
Many an imagined dream,
Caught up in a gust of wind,
To be blown
Around and around -
Drag netted into reality.

A pang of enjoyment
Surging through my stomach
And chest,
Tingling my skull
With it's finger tips
And melody.
Caressing logical thought
To the background,
Harnessing passion
And imagination
To form a perfect,
Balanced, equilibrium.

My life's garden

My life's garden
Going through the seasons
Growing and blooming
De-composing and organic.

External influences
Inherent, intricate and intertwined
An Eco-system of players
Chemistry in life

What is my catalyst
My photosynthesis
My sun and rain
My soil.

Sweet Imperfection

Sweet Imperfection
Knowing and embracing
Reality, dreams and reflections
Of what you're feeling.

Apparently marring beauty
Naked, raw and human
But, I do not wish to be
Any other way.

Feeling and accepting
Without intercepting
Your Pandora's box
Your sweet imperfection.

Hands

My hands,
A mechanism
For creativity and love
My souls' canvass.

Paint, burns and green ink
over my nails and fingerprints
They could say so much
To those who'd bother to look.

Nails are trimmed
Versatile and useful
It says a lot to those
Who do bother to look.

Sun

Bright, warm sun
Bathing me
Warming me through
Its love is unconditional
and embracing
Caresses all senses
Transports vitamins
Across my skin
Re-organising atoms
Re-building structure
Sapped from indoors