Thoughts

What are you
Randomness sought
An errant Hobe
A feature in my thoughts

Randomness and sanity
Prized in someone's vanity

What are you
A difficult path
A paved one at that
The way of my thoughts

Roberts poem, Hocus  Pocus
Thinking aloud for the road not taken

What are you
A constant glitch
A diety's uneven stitch
The place of my thoughts

Of destiny's play and faiths say
You write your own 'Nay' or 'Aye'

What are you
A merchants dime
The peripheral vice
A fodder to the wise

Near the surrounding close to the blues
Tell me something that they didn't knew

What are you
Keeping me awake tonight
Fighting me by mine
The only thing I thought tonight

Gum tape standard glue
Tell me the balm of my heart anew

What are you
A broken tale
A Shadowed faith
Shining bright but dead

They are my, thoughts that toy
Things that make me sigh!

Latibule

Latibule is the hidden place
Full of safety and comfort

At nights rough rumbling of fear
In your mother's lap
When you feel surreal
In daydreams and nightmare

A place in between worlds
Where dreams become faith
And isolation nothing to fear
Then say latibule is here

Tormented Soul

Lovely lonely little soul
Are you what I think
Or are you just plain alone

A light in dark oh little one
Tell me how you still
have a spark
In this chromatic world

Lonely oh little bit
Come we will think
A way to heal and
Not to let the red bleed

Oh my Pandora's box
Lovely little cunning fox
Stop hiding the links
Envoloping the dark
And trying to shine
Creasing all the kinks
And praising the elite

Oh my lovely come
Side by side we bleed
Beside me we sow
Grace and curtsying
Oh my lovely little mist
Let's steal one last kiss
Before we bid the archangel.