CYMRU
Dylan Thomas as an observer
In the blue tree forest
Naked on the toilet
Drinking a bottle of beer
As the bubbles float to the top
of the fish aquarium
With thoughts of Cymru
In the lightest of considerations
Green fields and yellow leaves
Surrealistic Female
The lights reflect inside the shadow of thought
As I try to decipher the blinking of
on, off
A repetitive phrase I believe once spoken
But as it is now there’s no time for the forgotten
The monsters roam the sidewalks bearing
Their treasure in smiles
Darkness closing in on the veil as the dogs go
in,out
A smirk of content lingers from the one
As a questioning glance that masks certainty and love
Meeting Deadlines
Drop the needle on the floor
Oh god they will take me now
Too many sounds drifting through the silence
Too many unspoken feelings to hide them
Not requiring customization
No quotes of freedom
Puts an obstacle in the way of meeting deadlines
Disguising the Truth
The tunnel walls lay bare as an
Outline of the only way forward
When turning back isn’t an option
But leads to the current destination
Of one foot in front of the other
Is that laughter I hear?
The wind is always full of gossip
Assuming stories and spreading them out
Echoing louder through the confusion
Adding to it, disguising the truth
I am grateful for the dreamers ❤
Muse Writer 