for teen faerie brew are i
that time of the year
when lovers come near
the power of faeries
with red and blue berries
i see them in eyes
i see them in smiles
where is my faerie
distant for miles
once had a dream
observing her glory
she had no face
that is my story
when moon is high
i sure like to try
but for now the merge
waits timely go bye
Bigfeet, same old circle
That was my last years poem i made on & for 14 februari. It was my truth then, before, as it still is now.
Struggle, apathy, lost in dreams, etc. are such times leading to and from darkness.
Lessons to the test, yet only as a swim in quicksand. I do not complain, just point out the experience, to give it a breather.
Your words on the subject ring so very true & i’ve seen myself come to many similar conclusions.
The answers for relieve are easely said, yet i can not see them done.
Have no knowledge of such friends, such places. Go further you say, but the lybarinth of walls go on & on.
Stil breaking down my own, but they build up faster as mushrooms on a wet springday.
Music indeed is a great medium & i surprise myself sometimes how much it can mean to me.
Take’s me back to a place of more input of my sences. But it’s just temporarely & it fades with time, sences and dreams alike.
Sorry, no happy vibes today, nor questions to express. Just kinda recovered a bit from a nasty cold so energy is low.
Seem to have a condition developed that leaves me weak whenever some kind of love-time arrives in the kalender.
Nevertheless my thanks for the words that we can come visit whenever we do.
Bigfeet, vacuum.
