The world is upside down Walking on handstands How I wish my feet would walk on the rubbish filled ground

Laughter went up in a puff of smoke We’re no longer able to tell ordinary jokes The word woke now commonly used Maybe, too often abused

I am lost in music I am lost in time My gramophone plays the music from the golden times I know every word and line

The poet hidden within. Trace’s their steps. To find the words jumbled and fractured. Mending with rhyme and a written tune.

Sitting in my comfy seat As I look through the wooden window Thick snowflakes fall No human footsteps on the crisp white snow

It is a season of true love The biggest present is to celebrate with those you love We are still here today

Breathing in Breathing out Take a pause Let it flow out

I feel like I'm living under a great big mushroom Nothing is very clear Warm in the dark The light that shines like a laser to my eyes

Flying addictively high Blushing in this intense burning heat Hot, cold and release

The Artist glides his pen His artistic channeling He doesn’t know where he started He doesn’t know where it will end

As l lean upon the tree I hear the wind I feel the breeze I look up I see the blue sky

Tip top cat hat A smart gothic cat Tip top cat hat Spells and potions

I opened up the storybook I must have read it so many times The well worn pages The smudged ink The greasy finger prints

Up and coming A new beginning Our stout heart strides forward happiness and serene pink sky It is no crime

A river of ripples at the end of the universe A palace of light Cold in this amazing dark sparkling night Shivers and cold

I just had a fight with my duvet It did not want to get dressed It hid its corners It twisted and turned

I looked into the deep black sky A rainbow springs up from the golden ground Slicing through the dense, scrunched up clouds

Full mettle Full pelt Onward march Bombs and bullets I quiver in my muddy boots I muster up some courage I must not show my fear

The sound of silence On the blank page No inked words written or smudged No music notes to write

From a teardrop A seed does grow Fed, watered and trimmed Always loved