There's an old boulder over the cliff,
a grave for wingless flight-wish birds
above the tiring sea and endless reef
As shallow as a neck snapped failure.

My head gets dizzy when you are around,
until your comforting jokes makes me laugh
Its easy with you to ignore the droning sounds
as we window shop as naively lively calves.

Your blue eyes match the tattoo on your tummy
proudly showing the piercing of your belly button,
Good friend resisting how you were so yummy
When we would met up, my heart had sunken

22 years later I met you after a long absence
I swear you had not changed in the slightest
You still lit up as beautiful as the fountain springs
An Angel of top tier creation of God's Gift.

Mr Controversial,
during rehearsals,
He's a fly on the wall,
the demon walking tall.

The palette of all colors
the bizarre of all wonders,
That crazy look in his eyes
is where serpents go to lay.

Creeping up in the shadows
Slithering through the meadows,
madness skull hidden by top hat,
He's the random chaos of top cats.

A little boy loved his mama
eyes sharp gently for papa
A xmas once so warming
brought upon happiness
It was the happiest of all days
gently falling in the farm's hay
I wish that day was every morning
It was free from tirades of scorning.

Hollywood, ingrained
to be lost to the sands,
We all wish to be stars
dreams sparkle so far.

A bloated serpent's belly
she aspires to be on the telly,
He slithers Hollywood boulevard
past the home less's glass shards.

They don't even pierce his tummy,
as he gobbles lost souls up yummy.
The casting director who said no,
and forever they are unknowns

Down in the middle of you, right past your ranks
My soul settles within you, my heart so sank
I just wish to feel, please help me to heal
Need to release emotions I hid with steel

There's a demon to release, but I will resist
Exorcize it and then may we please persist
There's no trouble with your love to release
Time is running out, do so before I die.

***** water runs through the centre of this life
I wish I had lived life through innocent eyes
Like the soul you have and the purity of no lies
A free soul, no sin or someone's wishful bride

I don't want to be a burden or more a friend
What the trouble is, I think of you again and again

Less is the city that devours me, less than I have
The gift of love you threw me, much more than I had
I just want to hear your stories and live your quarries,
Live the past reminders  as I love your sweet glory

Down in the middle of you, You sparked up my life......

Hey, you're alright? battle's over but can't we pretend
That we can find a way to avoid reaching our end
But truth is naked, more sacred than our lives
We still see the doves above with their pure cries
Inside of us, poison ivy grows and will judge our lies

There's only a cliff in front, hug me and please wait
With baited breathe, has to be but I can't find an escape
Both tortured souls, just mist around us
but this I can't contemplate......
Not for you anyway, not like your sins could ever match
I need to save you, but the darkness now engulfs

I love you with all my heart, we can just stay and not jump
Who cares what comes next, don’t dare move to the front
I can’t allow you, baby just listen, if you die, I can’t take it
I can’t be here alone, please be calm, stay here, do not split

Don't leave me.....
Ever again.......
I know......
But I can't...

Let go......
Please don't go.....

Blue eyes stalk the just cause
This lady's their lust & fork
Delightfully a naked sushi dish
A Japanese woman who knows her fish

They take sushi pieces off her,
not knowing carefully curated
They gasp and vision is blurred
Most poisonous fish and the mince
is flame to her lovely prince.

Give thanks to the good old pufferfish
Torafugu, end of life of final wish.
You slutted her body as you dished,
Murdered lover was your final heartbeat.

Such a beautiful day,
the humming of  cars,
Every influence he has swayed
A morning of eggs dead fried.

He molests the  vulnerable women
and girls as young as only thirteen
Sprays his money to local victims
He uses them all as pretension
He's swayed with imagined truth belief,
A very deep bluff that is pretended.
and the truth will come out when?
These girls as young as Eleven
And this is your President??????

Many strangers transverse repetition
Godly on the minds of the saintly
Seduction blowing up all battleships
And if you're naughty, she'll have her whip

She has reddened so many bums like hotdogs
Sometimes its easier for lust over the crops
A stranger in your house and loves to lounge about
Wave your magic wand but it won't give in to her touts.

There's nothing,
in the water,
Just the bees
above hovering
A change of wind
with sway of trees

There's empty alleyways,
no beauty but decay
No female should traverse,
God won't put your pain in reverse.

There's a breeze that catches sneezes
and Angels once set on believing
and a little thing called the odds,
Die a penny-less worthless sod
Or the poison of captured catfish,
Die upon the moon you make a wish,
But there's no second chances
when God made trick or treat.

The notes write themselves as the deers have no fear,
feeding their bellys as I watch the telly and write
a piece of poetry this morning.

The microwave beeps as the moaning sheep
demand breakfast, kicks up the sand upon the land. The koala
wakes up the dead as cereal becomes my belly fed.

I milk the cow as my friend sows & the fruits' ready now.
I bask in the sun, naked to no-one and its cheeky fun.
The ravens puzzled by havens hounded by scarecrows,
Another day, of ploughing and feeding and being care-free.....

I walk as wasps stalk me to the lake with water snakes.
I swim and my mind is dim as they're deadly poisonous
I don't care as today is casual like from sideshow dares
To live this heavenly is granted by the star that's falling.

Many plough, never soothe like a bad tooth
Dig the land and flick the sand for dinner's broth
Past lovers aren't four leaf clovers in the summer
Ghosts with perfect grammar and one buried a hammer.

Many a talks,
river-side walks.
wishing for a lake
to serve all their sakes,
strong arms may be
but tell that to the seasons
when rain fall never drops
like a balloon as it pops.

Nothing like a talk host
with a small cost,
to bury your head in
with the dead.

The scars that I inflicted
to every inch of me,
reminds me of the demon
inside that rages & scratches.

Its a child bloodied with memories
of all those dark eye horses,
I remember all events, everything
waking up with blood all over me.

If heaven exists while the whip lashes
and I fall unconscious, lounge claspes
****** mess as I come to everything
a grieving mother mumbling something.

These scars remind me I'm still alive
and of the hope and dreams deprived
but a glimmer of eyes to sun shine
reminds me exists a straight line,
if I can reach it, I'll revive just fine.

I need to see those galloping white horses
with eyes like holy water washing over me.
I'm so tired of the wounds bleeding.....
I am trying to reach the surface to live......

There's hole called a void,
but its whole was white noise,
but it widened as I got numb
and voices erratic of sums

Yesterday was mild distractions
but the void gave birth to creations
Whispering wraiths into the night
leaving me rattled as room got bright.

I leave as the phantoms' nails pierce
so I can't hurt those to me dearest.
yesterday I could feel my heart thumping
but today I can honestly feel nothing.

I don't why,
I came smashing down,
I remembered
After 6 valiums
I went to write,
Went down smashingly,
Then there's this cricket
I thought was a cockroach
It tickled my legs
Perfect only last friend.
It remembered my last hopes
as teenage years had coped.

Dance the moon's crater gravity,
sway in the sky with the blue-birds
Pinchers of your claws on sandcastles
wisdom of a turtle's slow aging.
The mumbling of generations' words
The rebel of a true born rascal.
He walks past the tide of zombies.

I hate the demon inside,
the awful yellowing breathe,
skin as rugged as a rugby footy
the opposite kind of anything snooty

The maps he draws of our escape,
the clays of demons he makes
A target we need to annihilate
A child whose imagery creates.

I refuse to **** a child,
and put forward
I'll **** you in the in the wild,
He's better off dead.

Turn him to our side of living
and see his art of make-believing
destroying aliens  of green blood
before they fall in simple mud.

Green makes something new,
Burnt to ash as a break-thru
Red is fire as the scorpions
I was never the scrap heap feed.

I thought my enemies
trying to destroy me,
but they wanted me
to seek help to believe.
A rotten apple falls from a tree,
and gut feelings will perceive
and can  one day becomes fresh
and I'll be holy to one to relish.

I gave up chronic alcoholism a few days back
as I got some severe pain on my left side just
below my rib cage. Strangely I still have that
pain but only if I poke the region with my finger.
The pain went away after 2 hours and came back
after eating a meal the next day but now I can only
feel the piercing pain if I poke the region.

I was drinking 3 liters of wine a day or a bottle
of Bullett Bourbon or 30 cans of strong beer for
the last couple of years.

I saw my doctor and got meds that make it impossible
for me to drink as it changes the taste to very ******.

Today I saw him again. He took my blood pressure and
said it was high. He's getting me to take a blood test
tomorrow first thing in the morning after fasting and a
***** test.

I believe the results are going to be bad but I deserve
the bad karma anyway. I really did hurt a-lot of people
when I got smashed over the 2 and a half years.
I could barely put my shoes on before seeing him. It made me exhausted and I've been breathing far more heavier and strained. I always have flume in my throat.

My eyes are yellowing  but not my skin. I do believe I'm in the early or mid stages of liver disease and possibly diabetes but that's on me for the path I chose. Early liver disease can be reversed as can Diabetes. My family has always been very heavy drinkers. My uncle used to drink a bottle of whiskey a day for 40 years and when he got asbestos poisoning, his liver was ironically perfect. His doctor said to him
" I bet you have never had a drink in your life" My Uncle replied " You are on the ball there"
Heart failure and attacks are what kills the men in my family.

I'm not scared of death, I'm scared of not being able to show in 6 months that I am a much better human being and I wish to build bridges again. I need forgive-ness but that will only come with action. My goal in life if I survive is to help elderly men. Drive them to the shops and appointments and just be a friend to them. I'm planning on taking the course soon to be qualified to do this.

I want to change from the demon to a selfless human and feel humanity, empathy & the way I was before I hit the bottle.

I need to survive long enough to answer to the terrible things I have said & apologize truthfully.
I won't accept a new liver though as I don't believe I deserve it. I would rather it goes to someone much more deserving.

Upstairs as I'm in the gutter,
enjoying your wine & the chatter.
Boasting about your daily deeds
Firing one hundred like cutting weeds.

Reducing people to a nervous wreck,
Then at night, sip scotch on the deck.
No conscious of the families destroyed
Bitter there was no day for golfing

Trees sway
breathless hay
Two first lovers
The sinful discover.

Humming-bird Perched,
seeds gulped from search,
curiosity of moans
and happiness of groans

Flesh upon the skin
the love felt within
A long time coming
for waves to come crashing.

When I rattle this cage, it brings me no rage
I resign myself to being a tragic part of you
Its like I burnt the greatest words from a page
And like an escaped bird who could not grew

Wandering alone and is it too late?
My heart stops beating to this fate.
Is it time for me to pause and relate
How about what I use to appreciate?

I say, stop this but I can't be alone to every beat
Now a savoury treat but it used to taste so sweet
My heart, it breaks, but can you feel everything I relate
Is it too soon to try, be able or will this too I will break

*******, this 27 year old,
flirts and is so bold
On a train to a destination
She leaves me warm and not cold.

Cheeky flirt as I can't resist
I wish now to see her *******
Her legs are kissable perfect
This journey was ******* worth it.

She magnetizes like a magician
without a cost of admission
Every time I can't resist a stare
She giggles with personality fair.

Her light blue ******* of motion
as her legs won't leave me alone
Its like a **** shop of adult dreaming
But she has me stitched in her weaving.

A good feeling for over this lassie
**** good with ****** *****,
She asks me to exit the next stop
and she finalizes the spinning top.

I thought, I would try to give a bit of explanation
as to my considerable situation
I'm a man, broken, shamed, filled with blame
Can't claim I'm anything proclaimed to become

I feel so weak, so bleak, a fragile brittle antique
Full of regrets, always upset, things I wish to forget
Can't believe, I'm 45, still alive, how did I survive?
Drowning, in alcohol, baring this agonized tormented soul
What I would do, to start again, but nothing I can really do.
I want to survive, but child in me died, long time now realized.....

Every-time now I see my baby portrait
I see reflections of me now so haunted.
Once so beautiful, now so scarred
A demon now, sends his only regards.

I don't want to be this damaged broken butterfly.
And I refuse to be victimized again, die and cry....

I'm so drunk right now, but the truth comes out,
For years, I hid darkest memories behind a brick wall,
Had to walk about, pretending I was tall.
Best parts of me fading, but no longer small.
Not  tall, not small, just know how smash a wall!

I'm no longer the victim!
Won't emphasise with your expectations
I heal myself of the symptoms
Of those with lust and temptations.......

I'm not that broken child, anymore!!

Upstairs is a man with no shape,
pretending he can mold me into clay.
The Chaos brings on the storms,
And the earthlings become my worms.

My soul was blunted and *****
by trolls trying to end my days.
Never abused a child and this I'm sworn
They can't **** me with the next dawn.

Unlike their minds, not in the gutter,
or ripping wings of birds wish to flutter
I may adore and sponsor child poets,
Ask them all but you already know it,
The webmaster said I was innocent.

I'm of holy purity of your crimes,
like a shiny find of a dime,
and the love of a sweet dame,
You don't exist but her name.
She's 27 and the love of my life,
**** with me and see her strife.

Next time, I will destroy you.
And she will destroy you.

If I was born alive,
then why am I in chains,
the depravity of a slave
in the mud as it rains.

A choice I was not given,
sent to hell & not the heavens
since the birth of my brown eyes
that changed to green as hope dies
Irony to the trees and petals that fly.

The beautiful baby becomes obscure
Timed well on death's watch schedule
Will I go to hell or rejoin this matrix
created by a genius with computer magic.

I was born dead as the infant alive,
Only reached lows until I took my highs
Fingers can point and I have to laugh
It won't be long till you feel the aftermath.

AI will take over your hard earned learning
You'll be laid off though hard at working
Machines can do what you do 24 hours
I really hate to tell the truth this sour.

I believe this is already our hell,
and soon we'll rot in our cells
The dozens of elites will be the Gods,
over the left-over scraps of dogs.

Whispers echo down the mine-shaft,
I imagine witches and their craft.
The darkness plays tricks on my mind,
My skin goosebumps like its on ice.

Further in, shadows play their tricks,
My wind up torch starts to flick.
Paranoia sets my pulse pounding
as I imagine long finger nails scraping.

It goes dark for the minute I start winding
and all around me, the heavy breathing,
laughs bellowing through rocky surfaces.
Intentions that are ****** murderous.

All I can think of, those dear to be lost to me.

True truth is broth to the strew,
Simple for dimpled and the crippled,
Its a break from Governments that create,
a hell hole for those with shoe worn soles.

The misery doesn't remind them of Disney,
Not a taxpayer leaves you a silent choir
a life sinking as others are castle building
Ridiculed phone calls won't leave you alone.

They twist arms and your happiness disarms
Yes, find a job as you sleep and then sob.
They destroy as their bosses declare glory
Leave you homeless and left for blood seeping.