The journey is ******* the mind.
Once again we must jump the schadenfreude skipping rope.
Toxically self aware.
Dig the cane into the rock and step up again. Breathless.
Forgivable failure. Fanciful tales.

I tell myself
As a man of sense and reason
'Ghosts and gods do not exist'

I'm not afraid
Of movements in shadows
Or the wrath of fiction work deities.

I'm too busy
Haunting my own mind
With toxic self awareness and self made demons.

The eye on upon the eyes, the eyes upon the mausoleum. The eye upon the face of God as it seeps throughout your veins. The eye upon the crowd that marvel as you linger with your tincture. The eye upon the heart, beating, slamming against the head. The eyes upon the audience, that watch as you watch. The iris in its garden of Eve. Iris in the hole. Dark horror beware because the gecko is in town. Watching on the wall.

So many eyes pass by
They all look but never see.
I ponder to myself
with my eyes closed.

Tearing apart, this glass lodged in my mind.
Dripping thoughts, the sharpness bleeds inside.
The motor chain grinds on blissfully blind.
With misty eyes the world is punishingly kind.

Do you wish?
For what your eyes saw?
Impossibility, blooded.
Clean?
Do you know?
The blinded hacksaw?
Is all that you're to be.

I saw your blood poor at your feet,
I saw your face when you saw me.
I saw your arms, zen Waterfall,
I saw your eyes, you needed me.

Deceived by tar
Restless in wax.
I'm solidified.
Used, stained and charred.
Life burns it's flame ever near.
Relentlessly.
Inevitably in wax or suffer exposed inferno.
What kind of a choice is that?
For a tissue man?

He lay there in his pit
He looked at his thigh.
His unimportant plain skinned thigh.
And let the calm still day wash over him.

Surrendered his mind
Abandoned his thoughts.

As the gentle din caressed his ears.

Living on work, lines, ****, liquor,
Queen of wine. My kingdom beckons.
Chic, glamour, shut in, slippers,
Empty throne for a day, I reckon.

Beasts of ******
Crowned by killing and chaos.
Guided by torment in their inception.
Hatred heals, hands held in blight.
Folding thin the paper
Finding within the bark.
Hanging, swinging, Shadow.

Silver beckons,
Platinum calls.
jewelers precision.
diamond drops, necklace impossibility.
azure coast, cries oceans of gold.
clamshell closure. kick back at the jellyfish.
ocean spray to wash it all away.
sandcastle liquidation from a avalanche of chance.
frame it in platinum, here for stands a masterpiece.
said the seaweed.

Silvers of rock, carpet secrets lost to time.
Knowledge cocooned in a blanket of sand.
Civilisations sleep soundly beneath the waves.
All this, whilst you drift on by.

Simple tulips
Drugs on offer
Tearing innocent.
Opioid opinions. Singing choir
Seal me in please. I'm gonna go.
Grab a chair, see you soon grandma.

A mothers kiss on a toddlers cheek.
Beaming, love. Eyes
Full. Of pure love and joy.
Warmth flowing. Boundless ecstatic embrace.
Tourniquet released.
Needle ascension.
Eyes to God.

Will someone save the crocodile?
Please, help help help help.
The puppy need's throwing into the water,
It's freezing in here. These blankets are stifling.
In my canoe of warm hot panic.
**** the bed. I've got paint stuck in my nails.
Topsy turvy. I'm the mumble bee and this is my garden.

My drug smuggling little sprite.
My glorious dazzle of ******.
My sinful glass of slaughter.
My favourite colour of wrist.
My red of colour of wrist.
My colour of wrists of wrist
My wrist of wrist of wrist
Wrist of wrists of wrists.
Wrist of red of colour
My favourite is red
Red wrists is what I like.

Life is a fickle game we play,
The end is a certain.
The journey is too long or too short.
The end is always ready.

Holding hands through open eyes.
Hiding starlight in the sky.

The world crashes about my ears.
I lie in my grave.
And close my eyes.

Feeling tree like
Caustic smile like
Sun is sandals like
Gonna get some like.

Happy clapping like
Neighbours love me like
Church on Sundays like
Handgun missions like.

Gunned him down like
And his dog like
Washed my gun like
'how many chicken nuggets you want lad '
6 dad.

On our way to meet some villains
Greet some scoundrels,
See some bones.

To shake the hand of some bandito's
Wave off some killers,
And then walk home.

Henry's come to town.
Hose blazing, pipe's choking
Engine whirring
Henry's come to town
Town buzzing, apothecary open.
Henry's come to town.
Dust dancing, bags empty
Carpets trembling, dust lines vanishing.
Henry's done in town.
Carpets sparkling, bags are clear.
Towns sleepy apothecary's empty
Henry's been in town.
Henry smiled as he trundled back home.

How many skins lie in your wardrobe? Soft but seldom touched.
Your runway sprawls, the buds are crying for the sun.
Your faces, worn and never loved.

Invincibility has been dispensed,
To a floundering tattered caped hero.
As he dashes about, crunching under his own hype.
Never injured. Always there. Never wanted.
Never needed. Always square. Never useful.
Invincible to a fault.
Destroying cities to preserve a postcard.
That was never ever there.

The traveller walked
His lonely Road
On slow and solemn stones.

He stared out into
The fields of sorrow,
And thought about his own.

They came to mind
But left his memory
Replaced by what he'd done.

And the crystal sunrise
Gone forever
To find his way back home.

They'll get bored soon.
They will
You know they will.
You're a disgrace.
You walk like it's your right.
You talk like you have permission.
You'll see yourself for what you are.
Soon.
Very soon.

Your chains are all I want
Captive, crazy. Hateful scar. Screaming
Agonising chokehold. Squirming. Painless whisper, murderous embrace.

He stares up.
The knife missed.
On purpose? Maybe.
He got his miracle.
Wretched little ****.
To pray so hard, with nothing to live for, to beings so deaf.
Insanity. Complete insanity.

When a salmon named Steve
Met a starfish named Tracey.
They had hot, shelley *** and made
A tuna.
Named Brian.
And he swam past a jellyfish just last week.
And it was a Wednesday.

Nuance misery everywhere
How queer, walking in crystals
Diamond store. Gold and copper.
Sensual strawberries. Widened hole.
But it keeps raining tears and wine.

This is all that you wanted
All that you prayed and dreamed
This is all that you cried for
In your lonley silent screams.
The silver is what you long for
The Red path of hollow cries.
Run fast the race is over.
Sleep now, be still in dreams.

You're happy are you?
Truly?
Since the day you were spat out of your **** ****?
Well I doubt it.
If you were you wouldn't be here.
Cursing the hole you crawled out of.

I'm ready for more than this.
The stain on the walls. We breathe
On crystal halls.
We're ready for this.
We're ready for.
Now. To me.
You fall.
To me.
It's now.
We fall.

The end came and went
As the tide licks at the shore.
He stared at the horizon
Its infinite dangerous glory
He stared and he was ok.

Head upon the railroad steel,
Let us see how much you feel.
Iron horse stampedes your way,
Let us see how much you sway.
Head dismembered neck bleeds out,
Perhaps you should have just pulled out.

A shadow in silence, stained by the mess you made.
A whisper in quiet, ghostly honest play.
Hands in the dark, playing a game of pain
Nobody knows the fear in which you reign.
You call yourself a monster?
But your pure.
I see the  faces of the in-between.
And see reality pour.

Obituary poems.
Ditties and disclaimers.
It happened
Then it didn't.
The whole thing.
Then how come I read it?

Saddnes snaring, Call at the sun if he's awake.
He's staring down, just not at you and your pity clouds.
Cry alone.

It's a hymn to him
A bit, a scene.
Roll play
He claps.
What a show for him.
An extraterrestrial existential terror.
Things bow as they do.
He accepts.
He's the watcher on the watch.
Observing, learning.
He knows.
You don't

Show me. A life without a door frame,
A life that lies beyond the Doorframe.
I'll be waiting, by the doorframe.
For you to kiss inside the door, frame.

Praise her holiness fiona.
Her arms bring the rain's blessed kiss.
Toe upon toe the trees force green in her majesty.
People are soaked. Stunned by nuclear shrubbery.
Fiona's fervour is unmatched in the world of miracles. Some would wish she would stop walking.
Cursed non believers who long to be dry and pray for leaves that rot.

Sometimes I'm alone,
Smothered by everyone,
always so alone.
Drowning in love,
So alone,
Strangled by thier voices,
Alone.

The knife finds its home.
It swallows me up, whole.
Blood for blood;
Pressure unbound,
A cheeky tickle for blush red cheeks.

Take the fire down.
Ember stealing crown.
Cold and wet and...
Free. Wash it over me.
See the frostbite grow.
Doesn't matter now.
King is watching me.
Why's the rope on that tree?

So many walls
so much crushing grey
and bars stretching up to the clouds.
On and on for miles around
and the noise, the constant noise,
that rings and pounds
on and on
to the hearts twisted beat.
It's noisy and lonely and small
and cold
trapped in this fleshy cage,
behind these smiley eyes.

Hush now for the Lord of light is here.
Let him wash away your sin in blood and fear.
Terror is faithful and you are now holy my child.
Be still with God. His blood rains down from the wrists of despair.
And now pray
Amen.

Don't be rancid. Don't breathe crystals.
Fear the disgrace closing in.
Closing now.
Rendezvous of reality.
Lighter to light, smokes to smoke.

How are you so deep. How are you so afraid.
How can you go so low?
How sad. How lonesome do you feel.
How do you get there?
How do you find us here?
How are we so near?
We're your your friends.
Your pins, and needles.
Blooded, come with us.

I know him so well.
Too well,
He keeps me well.
Toxic self awareness.
As he hoovers up another line,
And allows the warm wash
Of the cure for wellness -
Pill form happiness
To rush down from brain to shoes.
Waterfall of wellness.
Lips turning blue.
Hot ice
Face turning to soft cheese.
Cheesy grin.
Roller-coaster rambling.
What a ride, let's not collect the photo.
He tuts and sighs.