I am an old homeless man,
looking at a beautiful mound of gold,
   I'm to slow to run at it,
so the richer people get there first,
and grab random handfuls of it freely,
taking it back to by luxury items,
with not a care for keeping themselves alive,
   by the time I get there,
there is but a smaller mound,
   I would have loved and appreciated that mound,
no matter what the size,
I would have fed and sheltered with it,
and respected it for what it gave me,
as long as it shined with the same beauty at me,
   do you blame me for bending down,
on my small crippled hands and knees,
to grab every last penny?

She's the kinda Girl I'll do anything for,
I couldn't want and there couldn't be anything more,
I just want her just how she comes,
that warm familiar look is the one of the one.

She's that kinda Woman with gorgeous looks,
her hair naturally blows,
as her curves naturally flow,
and her chocolate auburn hair waves and loops.

She's the kinda Lady you have to know to know,
the cover is deceptive,
and I hope some chapters can be neglected,
theres some horrible things only cursed old pages show.

She's the kinda Queen I want forever more,
she has the power of a storm that could bring me down,
and the knowledge of 100 prophets,
she's the only one I adore.

She's the kinda Goddess that has all that knowledge to act on,
but attempts with no decision,
as if to say the answer is beyond my opinion,
I worry who will make that choice when I'm sometimes gone.

And then I breathed,
several deep breaths,
as I left the valley,
of the shadow,
of death.

I,
there was no realisation,
that I was forcing my way out,
head first,
through the jaws of pitiless hell.

Because my breaths,
of deep relief,
were probably mistaken,
for the deep breaths,
before the last plunge.

This is one of the worst sequences,
there is some which have happened beyond this,
but that's only because my death is potential,
it hasn't happened... yet.

There is an open road,
we cross it,
I pass a bizarre building,
"what are you doing?"
"where are you going?"
you say.

I can feel your gaze on my back,
I don't turn round,
because your inquisitive look,
would tear my heart even more,
I tell you to go on and give me a min',
In my normal way.

And then you go on with the other one,
I slump down at the wall,
gazing on past Bethesda,
into the green pastures of the after life,
sequencing about the terror that is happening with you.

And like always I'm beaten by my body,
my heart,
my breath,
thats when I end,
you come out when you're done to check I'm ok,
but then I gaze into your lush eyes,
I'm to scared to gaze anywhere else,
just incase I see something that further scares me,
you then just watch me slip away.

I've hinted,
so many ******* times!!
just please do it for me,
please I beg you,
I don't want to have to do it myself,
it's not fair on them,
it's not fair on her,
it's not fair on me,
I can already see when,
before then,
I beg you Please!

I open my window vent facing the open south,
I gaze to my right to the setting sun,
and to my left to Bawdsey and Poland,
As my lonely days draw to a close.

It's open in the hope that,
I'll catch her call on the wind,
or somehow inhale her breath from the air,
but they never come.

Death is standing behind me with great posture,
as if for me to turn round and shake his hand,
so he can take the heavy breathing away from me,
and stop the heavy beating of my heart.

Once again here I am,
with my heart so far away,
you don't ever get use to just making it through the day,
It couldn't be worse dying in any other way,
god the price I'd pay,
to make you stay,
you always were so wild,
compared to me,
I hope I can keep you tame.

I find it so strange,
how you just enjoy leaving now,
It's a terrofying change,
you can now just run,
run out on the open range,
leave me to die,
of my depressing selfishness,
I'm such a lingering pain,
Leave me to die of my Loving mange.