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 Dec 2012 J Christmas
Pebbles
Thirst
 Dec 2012 J Christmas
Pebbles
One day my words will scream in side my head
There will be a thirst unquenched
A hand unheld
And a million moments lost within the framework we call life
How to hold on when everyone about is drowning
Hold me up
Chuck me a life jacket
Where the hell am I
Sinking
Further
Faster
Hell this is no fun anymore
And as I turn to look into your eyes
Your laughing
This world is for the rich
The mighty sword holds tight
Across my chest
I breath in air
And choak out blood
Look down at your hands
Blood
As red as the lips in which you kiss goodnight
In the shade of the shining moon
You never really saw
the funny side
the time I wrote upon my pants
do not open until Christmas day
Don't look at me
I'm drunk tee hee
as ***** fills my veins
it was a blast
found peace at last
an end to all my pains
potato wine
sweet friend of mine
thy kiss promises sleep
so raise a toast
from coast to coast
to the vine they buried deep
With jagged nib
I slit my wrists
and tensed my arm
and squeezed my fist

spilling the life
we could not share
upon the page
headed - despair

in reddened ink
for all to see
that without you
there is no me

My words are smudged
my work misread
the meaning now
like me lies dead

My coffin dear is leather bound
with foreword left to chance
Titled - The Fool Who Had A Heart
But Knew Not Sweet Romance
Poetry can be more honest than any heart
Humpty Dumpty what a numpty
thought that he could fly
with paper wings attached with strings
he leapt into the sky

Jack and Jill stood on the hill
and watched him with delight
as up he flew their laughter grew
at such a wondrous sight

The fiddler cat said fancy that
as with her love did spoon
and watched awhile with pleasured smile
the cow jump or' the moon

The blind mice three they didnt see
and neither did they care
for he'll come down and break his crown
like ev'ry fool that dare

Miss Muffet thought it's all for nought
though eggs will one day fly
the spider spoke well then the yolk
will be on that poor guy

The clock struck one the night was gone
the paper wings caught fire
poached or fried Briar Rabbit cried
of both I'll never tire

Thing one thing two yes you and you
don't stand there get a net
and bring green ham oh Sam I am
for breakfast now is set

So read and learn before you burn
the wings your heart hath bore you
for this the end my learned friend
as I wouldn't want to bore you
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