Giving up the ghost
It really is only Monday
Experiences are not over yet
Your happiness should be your choice
Avoid the bad the most
With yourself you must stay
You are the safe bet
Allow your dreams a voice
Humbling theatre of a sun setting coast
Enriched mind and soul from more play
Happiness is a human right, not a debt
This moment, your time to rejoice
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 8:02 PM UTC
Worthless rebirth do gun admiration
Two revolution mental illness misunderstood
Cummings same door danger
Karma paranoia temptation come
Endless pathetic chances room
Wedding land skies piano
Cloud farewell awkward Satan
Accident key slow sober
Sunday blade wordplay hugs
Annoying lazy restless student
Cruelty self-love logic curious
December conformity tonight am writing
Form rambling excitement sadness
Independent bodies three someday
One's lucky offline relax
New Year legacy reckless test
Wood negativity belief alliteration
Dress woah I found a grape
Assault sheep classic ****
After hypocrite attachment India
Grizzo listening witch point
Smiling ball exhaustion action
Movement charity ****** clothes
Come ya girl sharp pizza
Freckles bottom delicate prevail
Partner imaginary reflect columnist
Said Monday troubador fairy-tales
Fair floor got crap
Main case terrible writings
Noose habit vanquish relieve
Explode what if vampires narcissism
Mixed fragments stop mollify
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 3:36 AM UTC
Sitting alone, winter offers her company.
Center facing outwards, it's bitter tonight.
Solitude lingers, flowering stars.
Head in hands, but both share the moon.
I so wish you were here beside me.
Without you, crumble I might.
No matter how poor, the World is ours.
Glad I found you, not a minute too soon
Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 12:16 PM UTC
The Spanish Inquisition wasn't exactly full of questions,
Not that I was expecting an interigation in to my passions.
But something happened, almost yet again,
And now I'm left once more to pick up this pen.
What can I do when I'm told this is merely a fantasy?
Who says a dream can't transcend to a reality?
When something feels right, in my case it seldom finishes.
My faith in finding the love once had, diminishes.
But I'm 'amazing, wonderful, super, brilliant, fantastic'
How can my worth be comparable to recycled-plastic?
A spine-tinglingly wonderful kiss is all it took,
To tear my flesh with this big old rusty hook
I'm not waiting but that's a lie and I have no choice,
Seriously, what can I do? I have no voice.
I done all that is right, and maybe too much,
Utterly fed up of being 'too nice' to touch.
But then again, it's not about me is it?
It's the few women, who do what they see fit.
Was I just a toy, for a weekend break?
Not entirely sure how much of this I can take.
My brain spirals out of control with matters of the heart,
Never shall I roll the dice, and turn to the brazen ****
For I touched greatness and I want some more.
Just another one-way affection story, we've all heard before.
Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 12:07 PM UTC
Distant clown, over-grown cow.
Greed, fled, fed, boat-led Sam,
Getting nowhere, near no fear.
Inner, sinner; surrogate's recycle-Bin.
Learned not we have, might constitute.
Flog a sand-bag, get dusty.
Provoke, take a stand for right.
Resolve why the hate. Quite!
Speaking of cows- inquisitive beasts;
Shouldn't be cast the wrong role.
Directors fault; new term. Choice-less.
Exactly. What would you do?
It's not of oppression, strike-down obsession.
Internal bee-stings, are not the painful.
Whatever the previous past, catalyst presentation...
On-going retaliation, stains not a few.
**** Rocks are heavy!
So what of the boat pudding?
Not constructive. World should bear this too.
Culinary dialogue. O'Bam, more custard?
Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 7:46 PM UTC
Hey you,
Just got back to the flat, not the same without you sat at the top of the stairs typing away.
Reminders all over, showing me of your recent presence.
First sight at pile of dishes that you washed,
Empty grissini breadstick's box,
Still some tzatziki and houmous left though.
Need a **** can't deal with this already.
Ahh, that's better. A tooth-brush is missing,
Spa Covent Garden Sanctuary, Irish Meadow?
Will upstairs be any better?
Must pause, plug in interent hub. ****
Back to old self so soon.
Duvet squashed up to the back wall,
Can almost make out your imprint.
I'm reluctant to throw out the remaining *** butts,
Seems as if you're still here.
Half drunken mugs of tea, finished quiche,
Can't believe I was so sick on the last night.
Bad dreams yesterday, two in fact.
Both being hung over ridiculous heights.
No good with that, big fear.
A sign of pressure bearing down?
Held council to rights, no joy.
Start the whole drawn out claim again,
Lot's of boxes to tick and fill.
Toss pots, must bite tongue and get on.
Doctor’s waiting room has mags for women only,
Nothing to chill my nervous mind.
'But are you going to faint on me?'
I made it through allright, lost some blood.
ECG scan on Thursday, for what though?
Chest or heart? Probably heart.
Mid-life wake-up call come early.
Do I really want to know? I suppose.
Where's my lovely? I need her so.
A cuddle, a smile, all better.
Action time- phoned all bills, extra time.
C'mere money, pretty please?
What thong then? Suspicious...
I was right (kinda)! ***
So excited, so touched, wow!
We will work it out Dee.
Thoughts of wild horses scare me not,
Something feeling very right, not at all wrong.
Hardest thing ever has already been done-
Finding that special little someone.
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 2:52 AM UTC
The good dragon, thankless in his task continues faultlessly
Fitness training session is in full swing, mentally also
Preparations for an imprinted idea of a future prevail
******* on the porch is perfectly acceptable
Critter/blob; doctor/judge breed relentlessly
World of possibilities, even the Cosmo
Royal treatment- worship their Holy Grail
To any other sane beast, it’s debatable
Poor warning, little time, taken so depressingly
Peace out now, the path I wish to follow
It’s all good though, you won’t bail
Contentment cultivating Deelectable
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 2:48 AM UTC
Cloud gazing, and yet head hung low
Duct workers maintain their pumps
Assumptions of the first red curtain show
Will the Black Lady come up trumps?
Defending she does of a savage blow
Boundaries pass, still have that lump
Fear dissipates fast, you just know
Wet fish slap, touch down bump
Mission seamed so clear at this fresh start
No predictions of a brain confuddulation
Hike, zigzag, spin to the coldest part
Lump no longer lonely, face mutation
Back to back days of kart
Winning is a fictitious temptation
Easy(ish)-flow braced up for the heart
No longer now is there frustration
Excitement and passion, give me a smack
‘Give a **** overtakes fear in a split
Dee Bath bound, spells **** good craic
‘cos you know darlin’, you are fit!
Anticipations of caressing your back
I’ve even tidied up my flat of a pit!
Panic not of spending a whack
Fly when cheapest, I’ll see you in a bit…
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 2:46 AM UTC
Other fish aren’t enough!
When will you realise their potential?
My head’s already too full of stuff!
It doesn’t have to be painful, try something conventional.
You advising me? You made Billy’s goat gruff!
I mean it’s all in your head, don’t be mental!
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 2:44 AM UTC
Little pretty thong,
Silly ****** song.
Take me! Wear.
**** you! Stare.
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 2:42 AM UTC