Truth of Mind?

Confusions of noise
blot any answers from surfacing,
in their stead – a maze of ideas
and questions, idly pass time –
twisting tales;
glancing at even the dimmest stars of truth.

Eventually only these flagrant lies stand firm
and there is no cessation in noise!
Some comfort is found
in the familiarity of these timeless ‘whoppers’.
This barely comforts rhetoric;
but comfort it is –
and all sinew
grapples it securely to heart
– still waiting the truth.

Till time has passed
this day and this night…
Only more exaggerated during the night
and more conscious at day.

Early Spring Breeze

Ooo tinned breeze of early spring
How your guts do shake us
Flattering trees so bare (so rare)
Brushing back branches
Tumbling hair

Ooo tinned breeze of early spring
Waking and trembling our slumber
What do you prove
With abandon removed
As tomorrow sees roads blocked by timber

Ooo tinned breeze of early spring
Sent swift on us from Northern air
Where is spring’s warm touch?
The calm we love so much?
When will – your point made – you play fair?

Ooo tinned breeze of early spring
We know you mean no harm
But how you crash,
Smash, Lawn furniture
Still raises our alarm.

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Do you love her?

Do you love her?
Do you love her like a mum?!
Do you love her like a sister?
Do you love her loud and dumb??!
Do you love her straight/
Do you love her drunk/
Do you love her wasted;
Love her handed on a plate?
Do you love her silence?
D’you love her fat and thin!?
Do you love her for her laughter,
or just to put your willy in?
Do you love her when she’s angry?
Love the way her eyes don’t smile?
Do you love her when she’s flirting?
Do you love her own exile?
Do you love her?
Do you love her?
Do you love her fast and free?
Do you love her chatter?
Do you love her tits and belly?