contraption Poetry (2)

I was advised to visit your shop
All things are not too happy up top

You may need some introspection
To prompt you back in the right direction

I hope you suggest a road toward
The Man, who cuts your family with his sword

On our path so many have gone
On all our roads the sun has shone

The brochure is in tatters friend, all these places I have seen
To all these taverns I have been

Your safety is our big concern
For happy travelers who will return

I am more for an adventure...

At least you should fit a garment sir, more like these the people wear
Lets at least cover that a bit...

...I will all your garments split !

Fearless artist from beyond
I want to die
No longer in this darkness I want to lie.
Stir a ripple with your hand
Rinse your drawing from your sand.

Decorate the canvas with your soft strokes
They are sleeping
Can’t you hear that some are weeping?
Softly rock them to and fro
Will you believe they are scared to go?

Stab me more, those big bright eyes
Ego it’s your time to rest
Let it go, you have done your best.
From his castle the giant stirred
Inside each living thing, it could be heard

Time has come for us to travel
It is nigh
It will stop if we don’t fly
Will the old man re awaken?
And all clinging thoughts be shaken?

You can come and you can stay
What is your desire?
Let them put the witches in their fire
Off we fly to another land
Draw more pictures in the sand

Timeless traveller at my door
What is it you have come here for?