you laughed at my anger
I took it as a sign
a sign you didn't care
didn't understand me

but I was the one who didn't understand
I was the one who took your laughter as disrespect
it was just you trying
trying to calm down my flames

you were only trying to fix me
fix what's going to happen next
change it so it doesn't get bad
you were the one understanding me

I just took it as
as...
as something I can't explain
but you can clearly explain it

break it down and explain it to me
that's what I admire but I also misunderstand you so much
I don't deserve you
I really don't...

The dream of Flight
Flight Away Flight High Flying in Exhilaration
One unique Road untraveled A Line through All Under Heaven
All Over Heaven A Line of Eight Thousand A Pure and Chilly Eight Thousand
Eight Thousand in G Eight Thousand Escapes in One
And a gentle metaphorical return back To Zero
A Zero that has regained its Lustre

Sometimes,
When just sitting in calm
You don’t have the effort
To fix the unraveling mess
In front of you
And so you wait and watch
Chaos unfolding
You, only a witness to the scheming,
Then blaming, and arguing
While in your calm, absent minded bubble
And you just feel
A little joy

If only we could learn to be like a little child again,
Not plagued by this world
  Innocence on another level
  Only we could learn to be like a little child again,
   Willing to learn, not wallow-
    -in shame and blame
         We could learn to be like a little child again,
          Love so strong
          We used to get along
                Could learn to be like a little child again,
                     Honesty dripping from our lips
                         But we’re still nice when one slips
                              Learn to be like a little child again,
                                 Obedient in time
                                   Not trying to find an alibi
                                       To be a little child again,
                                        One that was raised
                                          Who forgets their pain
                                            There’s no hatred in our name

I wish to be a little child again

The rain will drown me
Yet I find solace in its embrace
While the clouds weave their beauty above

I am supposed to be fearful
Knowing that at any instant, I could fade
Yet, I am enveloped in tranquility

I've evaded my emotions for too long
Ignored the depths of my heart
And yet, I am capable of feeling so deeply

Reveal to me a world
That exists beyond my mind's grasp
Where the light resides and illuminates

Let me be consumed by the waters
Gazing eternally at the clouds
In a different realm, my soul yearns to explore

Responding to the sunny afternoon,
curtains, breathe in and out of the room,
for a moment I lay, I rest my eyes
and listen to neighbours DIY,
and children's voices lifting stream
playing on joy giving trampoline,  
indistinct not much clearer,
are voices somewhat nearer
which, discuss matters of no alarm,
laughter adds to its charm.
Even trains pass at a slower pace,
like the breeze, without clouds to chase.
A magpie's chatter, doves return coo,
and a wood pidgeon joins in too.
Dreamily, creep reminiscences.
Times, difficult to dismiss,
all the ways, perhaps I would
have changed prospects, if I could
have sorted things, when I should.
Still it's not bad, nor is it good.
I just turn away, and let them fall
the past cannot be changed at all,
dismissing them, behind closed eyes.
De stress, maximised,
my negative thoughts, who cares.
Feeling so relaxed, is for me rare,
a difference todays sun had made,
and it's one I so gladly take.

Afternoon  
21st April 2020    Michael C Crowder @scorsby

We sit in silence,

the silence of our state-room --


echoing silence.

Retirement is nice,

grandad shows it in his chair:


never to get up.

The stork flew today,
High on over the valley;
A beautiful dream

The dense cloud cover

hangs still, lowering itself --


and taking a rest.