I wake up this morning
Having  a weird feeling
I don't know how
But it is very good
I felt a strong resolution
To do everything I could.
With staunch purpose
I chase a goal
Seeing it one day in my soul.
Everything I see
Has a soul and a voice.,
Both offering me a wide choice.
Will it be dangling dainties
Or tonics to make me feel strong?
Each choice is a decision
Right or wrong
Makes you really strong.

You kept me entertained on many stormy days in my life recently
Talking didn't help me
Your acrobatics and sweet way of moving about would warm anyone's soul as long as they keep their distance
You are cute and sweet with shades of blue, white, black and silver and gray
Love nuts and fruit accepting what humans leave for you
On days when crying was all I could do without you a smile would never come to my face

C@rainbowchaser 2023

castaway

we use words to stay on the surface

beneath  each word
we find the emptiness of the sea, comforting
when we reach the Mundus point, at will
the blood flows like a waterfall as if has no past and no future,
then maybe
maybe
in a wildly literary language confronted/confused with a word
or two:  gentlemen, how do you feel about being scalped?
- thank you, we feel extremely well, gentlemen,  as you know
at the tip of the tongue, we find everything we are looking for (the needle,... the cannon...)
and
a samurai's sword is nothing but his soul, - baked dough  în empty eggs,
a clot in the veins,
vessels of..., vessels for...

shipwrecked

we use words to stay on the surface like a healing bruise
healing by itself

Now here you come again to fetch me from the sea,
Ballast in my bones, this girl was born to sink;
A cautionary tale, I slip between the wood,
Limbs whittled thin and feet stained with soot.

But never-mind the waif; she waxes so pale
Drunk on dejection, I ponder the veil
Leaden and listless, for the sirens will sing:
Amaranthine is the color I bleed for the sea.

So I’ll spit out my sorrows wherever they listen,
Pumped me with pills and said that they fixed it.
The darlings have died off; the dolls are all broken,
Just left is me, thin-skinned and soft spoken.

And I’d rather lick knives than chew on love’s gristle,
Like a dog on a chain, I’d run when you whistle.
Far from it now, yet lost in the maze:
Chasing ways out for the rest of my daze.

Loved family but not like them
Some can't be alone bad mouthing others
Always stuck on the wrong person
Why be with someone if they are not a match
If you don't like them why pretend to love
Some able to handle their own company
While others look for it in other beings
Hoping they'll be complete one another
Cheating with an ex claiming to move on
Some are dark and twisted playing victim
Getting caught up actions have consequences
It came back around full circle

I'm surrounded by these four walls,
My thoughts bouncing off of them;
Loud and clear.

I find comfort in these four walls,
Knowing that my cries for help never leave,
That when I wail at night no one can get to me.

I also feel trapped by these four walls,
They make me feel small,
The white colour blinding me when I come up for air each time.

But these four walls know me better than anyone else here,
They know the real me.
Because when I leave these four walls every morning,
I leave as a new me.