Poem: A blank sky

I sit by the porch,

Thinking as usual

About nothing and everything

So the mind wanders to places

Places I’ve never seen before

What’s before comes later

In points on the sky before me

The longer I stare at it

Brighter these points shine

What are these points of interest?

In a second, as I see

There is nothing on the sky

What I thought to be stars

Are no more before me

And so I sleep with a blank sky

Orange

No one really talks of it,
Maybe I’m the one thinking
Picked me up as it lit,
Sun too had me blinking

Maybe I’m the one thinking

The green is more like itself,
And the red is no better
While blue is just myself,
I see the black as calmer

Maybe I’m the one blinking

Every mask has it’s face,
Ever face does it’s talking
Stories from this headspace,
And eyes go low haunting

Maybe I’m the one talking

Look at my artwork

Evening

Sink me into the grim clouds,
This void feels much filled
But, I don’t hate this damp

Hours to dream of summer

This void feels much filled,
Only takes me seconds to dream

At the closure of today,
I see no results to ear
Only to see there is delay,
To most of what I fear

Sink me into the grim,
So for once I don’t feel
So for once I don’t care
So for once I don’t scare

This void feels much unreal,
Only in my vision is where I see hope
Only in your smile is where I ear
But, in every dear word of mine
I do go past this fear

Look at Fertile

Faith

I see there is fracture,
Deeper and in my interior,
It’s this soul I can’t behave,
Left me thinking a warrior

It’s this soul I can’t behave,
Left me inking a writer

When will I ever be,
Just as me to not go looking,
When do I stop to question,
Just as me to not be worried

It’s this soul I can’t behave,
Left me inking a writer

I dream to one day live,
Like I don’t do now to death,
I can ink it to my self,
My self will behave to this soul

This soul is me talking

Look at yesterday’s artwork