Rose petals never laid heavier
Than on the shoulders of babes
With storm clouds to darken
The gardens in their minds

Silent twisting malice
Burning thoughts inside thoughts
Dreams inside nightmares
Screaming into reality
Housemates awoken by a memory
Dark soul ******* imagination
Severing all ties tendons tangible
Nothing.

I like to pretend
That I am a realist
That I see the world
With just the right amount
Of cynicism and dark pride
But my cynicism has a demon
That never leaves his side
A demon named hope
For I am an optimist
Broken by life

Waves crash against the shore
Kissing the sand like a lover at the door
Lingering for just a second more

The beach stands and listens all day
To all the sea has to say
But never lets her lover stay

The ocean will move brimstone and lime
To be with his lover another time
Before she realises his desperate crime

Sinner, kneeling at the gates
Break him, broken man
Beat vice from flesh
****** mess, lying at the gates

Take firm in hand, the mind
Cut free tethers of memory
Cauterise lingering pride
Childish fool, crying at the gates

No longer, earthly bonds ensnare
Pulp made from flesh
Prisms clutter the sanity
Perfect creation to wander alone

Compound eyes reflect the blackened sky
Star dust falls from each beating wing
Adventure by moonlight

Circles dance and snare the prize
Drums beat fast, muffle the cries

Hollow eyes reflect the dogged treasure
Blackened wings lay still
A heated passion by candlelight

Babe with chord in hand, looks to lasso the moon.

Eight legged man undertakes adventure, my skin crawls with him.

Upright and on my feet, but I think I'm misunderstanding.

Check the zipper on your head, your ignorance is showing.

It is my wish to walk this earth as a ghost
To roam this land and never touch the soil

It is my wish to live on this planet
And never be a part of it

You've been having trouble sleeping
Real bad thoughts lead to real bad dreams
Toss and turn, the sand man's creeping
Tear the sheets at the seams

You've been fighting wars in your head
How do you fight things you can't see?
Well your general called and said
"you're not a soldier babe and you never will be"

So put down your gun and get back into bed
The battle is over, at least for just one night
I can't fight with you, those are steps I can't tread
But I'll be here when you get back, "sleep tight"

Hey baby girl
Why so glum, why so blue?
Hey baby girl
Those nasty boys hurt you?

Don't worry baby girl
Without me you can hardly stand
Don't worry baby girl
Come with me, take my hand

This way baby girl
The 9pm express to paradise
This way baby girl
Don't look back, don't think twice

You look so happy baby girl
Are you glad we came?
You look so happy baby girl
It's such a shame

You stole my car with the key to my heart.

My eyes are tired from looking on the bright side.

A poet knows how to make words rhyme stop

An average poet can make them sing stop

A good poet in a word can describe summer or spring  stop

But a great poet knows when to **stop

A chariot of fire finished in brass
The streets lined with mourners
Come to see you pass
Crowding street corners

The stallions brought you here
Your final drive
Before you disappear
The band comes alive

The local brigade, a battalion
Come to see you off with a salute
All with your same medallion
Then there's me in my two-piece suit

The priest spoke of you
The things you did, the things you said
But you never met, never knew
About the farm or the sofa bed

I write this now in anger
That I never asked all the things
You will never answer
Now the fat lady sings

The mask is slipping
Glass eyes see everything
Dagger cuts deep
Rope binds tight

Silence deafens
Drowning loneliness
**** what's inside
Poison on a supermarket shelf

Death was on sale today