Sunday, November 27, 2011

Laying in roses

I'm just doing too many handstands
I don't know what to do with my time
For my clock watch is broken
I let it fall out of my window
But missed it so much when I let go!
Boing boing
Off two black umbrellas
Landing softly , into a fluffy rose bush
Feeling oh so ad and waiting for me
Guilt is painful.
Now it is still mad at me
And ticks uneven ticks,
Tells me the wrong time.
But I know deep down she is happy to be mine.


Monday, September 5, 2011

Room of wonder

Fireworks exploding in the dark black sky.
The white porcelain naked half man half unicorn watches.
Globes spinning madly around,
Black and white horses with glasses dance over the cow rug.
The Strokes playing in the background,
As the pretty little ballerina jumps over the out of tune piano keys.
Stay as long as you like,
For the scary metallic vases that tower to the ceiling are not as intimidating as they appear.
And the flames of the fire are faking it.




Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Mother Nature`s wild child


A soul that flies higher than birds.
With an inner light that shines like the sun !  
Oh this lovely lady lives with Mother Nature.
She teaches dance lessons to squirrels on fallen tree trunks,
Hikes the forest all day in search for some treasures...
Magical mushrooms and healing flowers, yes please!
She is best friends with all the forest animals
And at night sings a goodnight lullaby with the moon.
If you ever collide and meet this beautiful soul,
Oh how your heart will feel lighter and your mind so inspired.
Like a butterfly,
 Gently fluttering where ever she pleases,
While spreading endless amounts of
happiness and beauty into the world. 






Sunday, June 12, 2011

Artistic feline genuis

Last steps climbing a mountain
To throw beautiful flower petals into the wind.
Each ones dances their own beautiful routine.
Sometimes I still need you.
I`ll turn over every stone on this magnificent planet,
until you stumble back.
Some days I feel cold when I think of you.
So those days I paint blue paintings...
that color makes me feel warmer
Then I splash whatever color my cat decides,
to contrast that idea of fairytale life.
My cat is the most amazing artist.
You would never know his paws could be so playful with paintbrushes !
Artistic feline genius.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Green music.

Will you play me the banjo?
I'll play the xylophone, in beats of 3
My flowers need the music...
My beautiful green plant beside my floral swan is drooping over.
Never give up hope !!
For that is what breathes inspiration into the leaves...
Love love love them with musicaaa
And they shall dance and grow with beauty.
My musical garden shall flourish with every strum of that banjo.
We shall dance with each leaf, as each season comes and goes.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Dance with a stranger

Two pretty strangers collide
Old charcoal  jacket and purple scarf
A grey hoodie , a checkered blue shirt.
Wild like horses, and smart like bees
Night is long as you need it to be
For time is your time, not my time, but our time
World on pause.
The winds enjoy their cold night dance.
Stars shine on their dark stage.
The world is your place to dance where you please.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Pretty Pink Dust

Do not drink those pink protein smoothies.
they make you sneeze until your head explodes into pink dusk.

Sometimes what you think can help you, could kill you.
tricky tricky, life can be.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

midnight madness

Church bells banging, orchestra playing
Keep dancing while the fire is burning
Ashes float down like glitter
It's not a lie if you believe it
Long blond hair in your high ponytail
that pink ballerina dress hugs your body tight
Twirl 
and
twirl
and
twirl
until the magic of the night fades away
and the sun rises.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Princess Mushroom

Princess of the forest
With her grass and flower crown.
The bunny is her servant, and the toad her butler.
She sings all day long with the trees,
who throw leaves her way for her standing ovation.
She licks the toad if she needs inspiration...
then jumps from tree to tree looking at what could be.
You've heard her before... her voice floats through the branches
But don't wander too far
She eats children for dinner.