Here sister,
Why do you hide from your friends?
Here silly,
We are your friends.
Stay sister,
Its just us.
Hear sister?
Nothing cries, and no-one cries but you.

Never been so angry in my life.

Inside I cry, I watch you listen,
Your hand stretched out, I see you pleading.
You try and fumble, to lift my burden
Desperate only to stop the bleeding

Inside I drown, you hold me so tight
Trying your best, anchor of normality
Your hold is strong your smile shines so bright
Lost in a hurricane, a storm of pure volatility

I suffocate, I frantically seek a way out
My fingers are blooded, the coffin stays shut
Lost in a labyrinth of frenzy, a jesters redoubt
I pray in the dark to bathe in your light, but

How can you ever understand?
The lunacy behind
This loving, loyal, poison, hateful
Acid heart of mine
Can you ever know?
The insanity behind,
These longing, desperate, self-destructive
Lonely eyes of mine?

I waited everywhere for him
God it feels so good.
Scraping change from the holy fountain.
Pennies make prices.

Hold tight. White knuckles.
Buttered hands, oiled pole.
Stand strong. Tall, proud.
Shaky podium, slippy shoes.
Stay sane. Fake smile.
Maniacs room, door ajar.

My Louise,
Chaos when you're near,
Madness when you're far.
Never too far away from me.
My Louise.

Smokey hands
Cigarette sax
Silky scotch.

But how do I face those
Bitter days?
The days when cold and lonely emptiness blows through.
How do I face the
Stoney grey?
The grey thats harsh and concrete,  hideous and true.

But the clouds don't sift til the sun is walking and the,
Wheels on the fish turn in the morning til the,
Milkman pops his first cold one until the,
Doors closed on the busy dawn and then the...

He sits in his stupor.
Pooled upon the floor.
Normally, that's how he prays.

He writes his best.
In his centre handed spirograph.
To tell the world how he hurts.

Like the shrinkless rest of us he writes.
The best he knows, the only way he knows.
Honesty and suffering. A man, convicted to the pit.

A paradise for staring eyes
Spectacular show.

But he has no interest.
His talent is his silence.
Spoken through his words.
Wound in his insanity.

Honesty is a bike.
Ridden by everyone, but mastered by very few.

And so he waffles on. Because he loves bikes.

They rolled her up in the rug,
And carted her off to the incinerator.
Nobody knew who she was,
But her needled skin looked like she had one last ride.

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

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.

I crawl to bed , a silent dream to a melodies' prayer,
off I whisper, my begging, to clouds.
and you know the sound of sin.
happy he is, the fruitful snake,
the life that terminates at a humans gaze.
soundless sarin. gaseous respiration
out of necessity at the manufactured devil as he smiles
his job is complete
he always gets his mark,
if you believe.
its always hands that strangle the throat.

Altar
Sacrifice
Prayer and goats.
Abattoir
Slaughter house
Sausages and burgers.

Can you fix a broken bone?
Jigsaw puzzle, silly toys.

Crystal crayons blister, paper and displays.
harnessed colour is shade for next days plain.
Paper cuts and blisters, felt tip sprays
graphite scrape and chalk screech, soundless piece
Blankest page, dead mans canvas.
colour, scribble, go on and paint.

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.

Cradle swinging
Tarzan bedbound fantasy.
Life support.
Metal clanging.  Make believe.
Janet will see me now.
Ape serves me some tea.
Vines and cigarettes and windows open I can dream.
Mattress cuddle.
Sunrise soon.
Breakfast served may as well *****.

I know its plain
I know its sane
I know its white and hung outside
And the nails are inside out.
And they crisp you dry.
Its so lonely when the eye's are blind
And they look away, outside.
Its almost like your tomb is inside out .
Your mausoleum is spitting out pen pals.
Its lonely when you're hung out to dry,
Like an angel delight thats butterscotch blind.
Hanging high beneath the beetroot sky.
It won't matter now.
They'll blind thier eyes.

There's a certain beauty in a ready meal
Icey and hard til you warm it up.
It spins like a ballerina
On its glass stage.
I observe the mouthwatering dance.
I am its number one fan.
Stalking,
I must see the beauty beneath the plastic. And I do and I will.
My pretty portioned Prince.

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.

Bright lights, noises,
My mind is overcome.
My body rips around my neck,
My mind is not my own.

Glowing hands make pretty signs,
Enticing overtones.
Come closer, into the nether realm,
All I know, I'm not my own.

In a crystal, I am a butterfly.
I walk when I should run.
In a dream world, I fly, another life,
A body. Never mine to own.

This mind of concubines.
Of slaves to all I want.
My needs have become a metaphor,
For wrongs not quite my own.

Maybe in the real world,
I'll find my way back home.
Until then, I ride this downward *****,
I've made this life my own.

Gemstone vibrancy.
See the hole
It's deep
And funny
And shiny
Enticing
Black.

It stinks of Christmas in here.
I hate it and I'm done.  
Who the **** likes chestnuts anyway.

Open your wings and fly high in the boundless infinite expanse of opportunity’s sky.
But not you. You’re bed-bound.

What day is it? Monday?
Dice are rolling
Eyes are rolling
Words are rolling
Stay with me for some fun tonight.
As the day goes so slow
A jackhammer in me
I don't know me anymore
We are singing with ourselves tonight.

Waking the void,
Blacker than black.
Emptier than empty.
The void is awake.
And empty.

The sun cleaved into his eyelids.
He stuttered into life.
Showered with regret and shame
He toweled himself down.
He stared into the mirror.
And readied his venom,
To spit again.

Enjoy the madness, its Mortemer's dance!
Swishing and turning its not wishy-washy,
Slashing and cutting the shapes! Oh lord the shapes!
Slicing and spinning then boom! Red confetti.
Look at him go in his marvelous trance!
Spinning and cutting the dance spins in circles as the audience cries 'now do the slip and slide!'
So he slides in real slow now he's in his mojo
He's feeling himself as he's breaking it down.
Its him and himself in his spotlight lit solo,
A pool of composure for his one final flourish;
A swish and a slit, moves never seen before.
The big grand finale and the crowd goes bananas!
There's roses on roses, they pile on the stage!
Mortemer's touched by such lovely affection from a crowd of individuals with no connection.
He'll lie on the stage and soak up the praise.
His roses smell sweet, and his roses are plenty.

Destruction lunch
Buried in sunrise.
Warped bitter sweet events.
königstraße
Car crash. Ferrari festivities.

A friend once said to me,
I'm worried sugar,
I'm worried what we've become.
'I'm worried how much you're doing, sugar'
The sugar soon solves his woes.

It's impossible to know,
How much I miss you.
In these melancholy tides,
I search for you.

Wishing on the horizon,
to feel close to you.
A mirage in the sand.
Longing to hold you.

Sail around the world,
And come find me,
I'm waiting, where you left me,
On the rocks where you held my hand.

Sail around the world
And come hold me,
I'm waiting in our place
Where we said we'd never leave.

Sail around the world
And come save me
I'm standing on the edge
On the edge where we first kissed.

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.

Forever in mind, my maiden,
Bind you with me forever.
Cut you in two my maiden,
Have you in mind, forever.

Eyes are a prize, my maiden.
Blind ritual, my saviour.
Coffin entombed, my maiden.
Sleep still with me. My
Baby.

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.

Fingers against the portrait.
Dragging the vision into despair.
Landscape lop-sided.
Stock photo nightmare.
Bared against the lies.
Deformation of character, a characteristic cliché.
A teardown of deception is more like it.
But let's lay close to our lilo of lies in the cesspool of sporadic secrets.

Professional chef of a niche cuisine, pupils dilate and Michelin stars glow bright
Such succulent food the gods grow jealous. Body heavy the brain retires to sleep.
Trapped in a duvet tumbling down stairs. The peach canvas is painted in spots.
The cheetah will rise again soon, hungry once again.

Beholden
I am begun.
Halted by the myth,
Its peace, a mist, an avalanche.
An ember, flickering in a babies eye.
Beholden. Afowl. Anew.
A ghost.

As he stands on the precipice of the clear deep lake,
He takes a moment.
It's mirror sheen, unfathomably deep and dark, stares back.

He adjusts his rose tinted goggles.
The maelstrom behind swells,
beckoning his return,
to it's warm,  and safe embrace.

He steadies himself, and breathes in, allowing hope to fill his lungs.
His first deep breath in such a long time.

Closing his eyes, tight against unknown,
he dives in.

The sea drinks at the shore,
Moon in hand, the waves dance.
A slow silent samba.
Lazily. Shyly stealing sips.
Black and endless.
Timidly swallowing the world whole.

Sun soaking up
Dark in your mind
Paralysed in static terror.
Movement in shade
Sprinting through glass
Vision blurs, frozen fear.
Crazed and deranged
Flailing through mist
Demons bring truthful answers.
Flailing deranged, crazed and afraid vision sees frozen glass.
Mind coming too, sheets soaked with fear, your eyes see the sunrise to.

Sickening sadness.
Can't see through madness.
Stuck in a dream.
Hatewaves and hurting.
Piercing the curtain
Draw close the empty.
Peer in through blindfolds.
Crippling mindfold.
Crying inside the eyes.

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.

Under a veil of terror,
It wipes its lips,
It's kiss a kindness,
A nightmare for small children.

Crushing reality.
Crashing around.
Lightning blinds the sky.

Trivial toad
In your pond.
Lily pad layabout.
Ignorance it would seem is indeed bliss.

Far and wide we wonder for it.
Here
Now
Waiting for you.
Holy light trails upon you.
Come
See
Shines upon you.
Blindness seeks the concrete realness
Touch
Feel
I'm real and see-through.
Stone meets hand and enlightenment blankets you.
Reality
Touchable
You need my texture.