A poem of Homeless&Mental Health ~ My friend Strawberries

My friend Strawberries is a real person and friend
she has
terracotta hair
     shaped like a veranda
waddles
cross
heavy of breath
 each day
           looking
each day
           aways looking for food for warmth
for a sparkle for shine
                             for a kind word
a helping hand
she isn't so young
she isn't so old
she looks ancient
she looks mad
she is mad
at the world
She is mad at those who live in it
that are the Caretakers of this world
who are blind to Strawberries
                pushing pushing heavy of breath
     pushing her mobile house
          sometime trolly
 bag  and lorry
             each day pushing
waddling heavy of breath
I say hello Hello
              I shout HELLO  I Have Strawberries Want to share
CUNT CUNT FUCK OFF CUNT
i know
    i know
       I  Don't know ~
   How to talk to you ~
    Would you Do you  Want some strawberries
Cunt cunt cunt cunt she waddles up
CUNT GIVE ME THEM  ~ THEN GIVE THEM NOW
cross
     heavy of breath
              pushing her mobile house
                    sometime bag and lorry
Today with strawberries 

Dream I am

Touched by the misty mornings light 

kisses whispered across my blue eyes 

with surprise I am looking out of myself 

looking down at me in my dream 

I am the sky 

looking now into my eyes 

white clouds drift on by 

An extraordinary view of me lays below 

so vast am I now spreading out of myself

I become the sea that is mirrored 

in my blue blue eyes 

I look deep within 

and see I am now 

but a mere speck of myself  

I close my eyes 

as white soft tides of surf

brings me ~   back in 

ssh ~ quiet falls

quiet
white
in silence
falls

her innocence
like snow
those giant hands
sculpture her body
into the future
by three

nothing will ever be
so white
quiet
innocent
again

ssh
be
quiet

Pieces of me

Pieces of me
I keep finding
In the most unusual places
Pieces of me that are leaving
that I thought I needed
to protect me
keep me safe
I no longer need

Pieces of me
within me
I buried long ago
with fear
that creeped into my sleep at night
became nightmares from past times
slowly moving out of me
letting me
let the past go

I still don't sleep a full nights sleep
I still sometimes not sleep at all
But there are new pieces of me
I never knew were there
but feel familiar
and don't make me feel so small

These pieces are new to me
and are giving me
something new
Pieces of me that I call hope
that let me start to dream again
that give me courage
to be me

Is that a mermaid or a butterfly

I lay under the sun ~
with a tail that i fling ~
and wings ~ Yes wings GIANT luminous wings ~
That can take me gliding wherever my whim ~
I am mermaid and butterfly ~
Im what I want to be ~
When I lay under the sun ~ In my skin ~

Can you see All of me ~
Im so beautiful don't you think ~
In my mermaid tail and butterfly wings ~
Most would say Im rather unique ~
But its not for this that You seek ~
I understand that you are weak ~
that you admire beauty that's not skin deep ~

Yes Yes I know and there is no denying this is so ~
for beautiful is the skin ~
But don't you think you've been ripped off ~
Being conditioned just to think ~
that beauty is the outer skin ~

If you would just take the time to look within ~
and see me internally ~
not just externally ~
I might let you in on the tale ~
like my wings they're not real ~
this is all just surreal ~
to get you thinking ~
for once ~
past ~
your ~
own ~
beautiful ~
skin

Ivy climbs the wall

Weaving in and out
Ivy takes a climb
Her long braided vines falling free
As she sidles down the other side
Of the wall
Then wanders off to explore
In her unkept style  

Finding The I ~ In Pride

I stand by the edge of myself ~
have i really come this far ~
it seems only yesterday ~
I saw no further than the ground ~
I hold my head high ~
continue my journey ~
with Pride 

Model

we hesitate in the eye of beauty
a flower full bloom
and baby buds

to look and admire
what to take or cut
do we really have to do either

a models life
in the negative
is nipped in the bud

why not full bloom
why is not ~ what is open and ready
to late

when did this fetal curl become
the cum to the human hold
for the rove of the beholder man

and why is this that the belly the beholder of buds
does nothing but shrug or shudder
worse cuts their very own
from nipple still nurturing thirsty

a mothers daughter
a fathers daughter
humanities sleaze
modeled

oh moon

oh moon you scare me ~
when Im alone ~
and you hide yourself ~
behind the clouds
and leave me standing '
in the dark
 
Play tricks with me so I can see
only half of you for a quarter
like a mile of the time
Or when your full of yourself ... Oh Moon
You do make me cross
    for its then that you ignore me
and pout and shine
    for all who look up to you
but Oh Moon Oh Moon    When I look at you and I do Look up to you ~
You bathe me in your light and for the most part
You are there for me every night
and thats why I love You moon  I do I do I do oh moon oh Moon Oh Moon 

Organic dreams

I shed what has been covering my skin
 and become my true organic self again
I lay under the stars
 and fall asleep
in the arms of my mother
Earth