Positive Light

falling
Many pieces blown , a building going down
Some raucous disease feeding on every inch of sugar
It ate and ate and ate and grew out of my skin
(which became a dry shell caught on a tree branch)
Exactly like a kite,

The half moons in my nail bed smile within lovely pink cushion
Harassing my head of wild ocean
Dipping low to pick up the last bit of treasure
Convinced that none had existed at all
I fought within the bare love-like walls
Inside the safe-keeping

Mellow sun bit its lip down my little hole
Dipping in heat and tender hard
Caressed my desire to build upon the unacknowledged lake
The fire etched around with breaths of daises understood my final way

Insecure denial
held too,too
Care for what was there, I do believe those words
It is mine I find the fault in, Such eating up
What shed , has no light, I am here out of masking
Pieces,pieces to observe me
Expect and want me waiting for some bit of piece
trust the-
crowns into the different color coves this/my
existence.