Soulseek

And behind a warm canvas lies,yet another, frozen naked soul,
the colors cant touch the core, too bright and too shallow,
wrapped only in the black shadows, of people and memories,
like a fetus it sleeps, alone, alone, alone but happy.

(mis)collocation

skipping mental heartbeats
for neurons which died
burnt in anguish
by flaming rolled and filled
plush green grass
and more of it

my memory unclear
behind clouds of smoke
and long time of recluse
it has stopped accepting
but can see them speak
to seek some wisdom
getting nothing but cypher

searching for a life
equating new with old
but hollow in the middle
where is my present
its lost as sleep
queries floating around temple

WHY?Why?Why?