Black shoes, white shoes, preparing for my flight shoes,
High shoes, low shoes,beautiful peep toe shoes,
Business shoes, pleasure shoes, too perfect to measure shoes,
Wedding shoes, funeral shoes,running road and tunnel shoes,
Strappy shoes,ahh, ****** shoes, annoying clippy clappy shoes,
We really do need all of these,
While planning our lifes route,
But don't complain too much dear men,
I haven't started on my boots!!

sad bad
so no sad
sad happy
happy flappy
flappy clappy
dappy slappy
spousal abuse

today, somewhere where it smells of corn and fire, there was a man in the moon.

his smile was shining and there’s no denying the rhythm in his shoes.

everyone smiled while passing by and listen as I say there was a moonshine twinkle in his eye.

the old man with the clippy clappy tip tappin shoes, dancing under the moon for me and for you.

Negativity is not always overtly depressive,
Positivity is not always overtly happy.

Negativity eats away, piece by piece.
It hides in the banal.
Its disguised by layers of colour,
Noise, applause.

Negativity is drip fed, unnoticed.
The bland
The ordinary
The acceptable
Even the comfortable.

Negativity keeps you in your place,
Convinces you
How good you’ve got it,
Fosters no hope,
Breeds joy in superficiality.

Negativity is not a natural state of mind.
No one wants it, yet
Its continually perpetuated by those
Who are blind to it.

Negativity tells you that Positivity is frivolous and childish,
Happy-clappy ******-babble,
Is an immense effort, an uphill struggle,
A dream, stupid, deluded, unobtainable…
Well, it would, wouldn’t it? Its Negative.

Negativity sets you unattainable goals,
Holds up a false mirror,
Tells you that you need to be
What you can’t be…

But still you ache, drive, strive
To get there,
Concentrating all energy on it,
To the detriment of all else.

See, no one really wants to know the truth.
Parents like to pretend that their family is lovely, maybe even verging on sappy.
And that everything is oh so happy-clappy.
Nobody shows an interest in the overly-quiet child, they know not of her tortured youth.

Hugs and kisses, rare.
Broken bones and squashed wishes, that is how they show that they care.

Any doctor or paediatric psychiatrist will tell you, that a child at several junctions, while growing up, craves attention.
Was it beyond the comprehension?

Mommy and Daddy just get annoyed.
So, a sad little eight year old has to find something to fill the void.

One day that shiny metal catches her eye.
Drawn to it, almost as if she were a magpie.

Trust me people, something like this does not happen when one is simply bored.
Destructive behaviours such as these, usually strike when a person believes that something within themselves is fundamentally flawed.

The repetitive action of causing friction.
It soon becomes some form of a compulsion and/or an addiction.
Encounters with Mr Knife...
Become part of normal life.

Move on **** it!
I feel nothing but ****
The one I left
Bad, that's how she felt
I was the girl who was happy
clappy
but now i'm sad
and  doesn't feel bad
for the sorrows i caused
I wish i can put everything to pause
ghost is what i want to feel
I don't want to keep peeling my mask off every night
it's such a fright
i'm done with this poem
so goodnight

Triangle praise
clappy happy shapes.
Tall librarian,  robes slipping underneath his own worth.
pennies to donate, salaried sanctity.
Precious metal prayer.
hatred of man, verse cursed, line lynched.
And thus begins todays mass sin.
turn to page three hundred and hatred forth.

Working from 8 till 3
In a ****** job mate
It is totally bad
Saying that you want a clean slate
Saying Jesus saves
To everyone around you
Hopefully your boss
Won’t imply that he is out to get you
Everyone in town loves to party
Whether you are dumb or a big fat smarty
You party with bourbon and coke
And then you light up a smoke
And say dude boy am I in trouble
You see this 8 to 3 day means
I will want to party all night
Yes it would make me happy
Yes I want to lift up my hands
And clap clap Clappy
When I do my work
People contradict ya
Saying you are slowing us down
Pushing us around ya
You need to lift ya game
If you don’t want to get sacked yeah
You see all ya want is to drink too much alcohol yeah
Working 8 to 3 only works if ya ready
At the end of the week
You drink and watch the footy
Party on and never ever fail
Party on till the old break of dawn yeah old break of dawn

NIGHT

Oh beautiful princess!
The maiden swaying between sunrise and sunset.
You are seen only in dark blue.
I admire thy beauty.

Oh dear glamorous night,
Revealer of one's attitude.
Knower of intentions.
Gatherer of happiness.

Stars dancing up in the sky
Moon beaming smiles
Darkness fills the sky,
Faraway from the sun.

Little children run around
Singing happy-clappy.
Waiting for moonlight stories.
Oh ye giver of joy!

A night, One night
Some nights, Other nights
This night, That night
Oh ye peaceful night.

I come like the night,
Full of disorderliness.
People with dreams and aspirations shattered.

I salute thee!
Tenants of the night
The hour of evil has come
The peace of the night has been disrupted.

Oh dear great night!
We have come to greet thee.
All we ask is half of your wealth
And peace of mind yours will be.

Oh ye night!
Why do ye allow these agitators,
Spoil the serenity
Of this beautiful and peaceful night?