I am sitting at one of my favourite places,
The beach,
And above me a lamp blazes,
A cool breeze blows,
Past many silent faces,
I look up and see the moon,
Large and cream,
With a hint of orange,
I realise that the moon,
Is like my crush!,
She stands there like a boon,
I admire her beauty,
But I cannot make her mine....fully,
I see her,
But I cannot reach for her,
So close yet so far,
I try to embrace her,
But she is someone else's,
She was my dear,
And not getting her was my fear,
And she is there everyday,
From heaven a boon,
Beautiful as ever,
But I cannot get her,
Just like the moon.

There was a new girl in class,
I fell in love with her,
And forgot everything about my past,
Wish I could mirror my feelings for her,
Just like chrome cast,
I want to hold her hand,
Sitting on the beach,
Writing messages in the sand,
Look into her green eyes,
In the air blows the wind,
Little chilly as ice
The sun is setting,
The ground is breaking,
Falling,
And I wake up,
Sweating,
I am feeling,
Sad and bad,
It was just a dream,
Only..... A dream

Clasp your hands behind your back,
Count to fifteen slowly.
Close your eyes and form a wish,
Kiss the air and show me.

Pass my tools, a block of stone,
A glass of wine, and time alone.
Some silk to lay a newborn dove:
Your masterpiece is ready, love.

Eyes left wide, for
Now I've seen
The vanguard of my fevered dreams and

Jungle cats pace in my brain.
Paws alight, their
Claws aflame

And sinews
Incandescent white--
Seamless, green, their glowing eyes

Constellate where shadows heap.
Enough! My skull,
The marrow creaks...

What hells we weave
Through. Bitter dreams,
Awake, asleep or caught between.

I remember those August days,
Trembling on the brink of summer
Like a swimmer dipping a toe.
I remember blameless hours spent
Drifting through the heat like a blowfly,
Indolent and
Slow.
I remember casual cricket games and
Cut price soft drinks causing a local sensation.
I remember the group gatherings behind the scout hall
To share cigarettes and have a stab at being adults,
Secure in the knowledge that such things were impossible.
Adults were a separate species and we would never grow up.
We were complete as we were.
I remember November, hopping from
Pool of shade to pool of shade like a bullfrog,
All to get to the river and fry anyway
A tangerine mosaic of sticky sweets and dry grass,
Of swimming horizons and excited, sleepless nights where
We would play childish word games and
Talk for hours about precisely nothing.
Yet, to us, it was everything.
A loosely jointed circle between the pool, the shop and
The park, in those days when icecreams were 50c and
School a rapidly sinking memory.
I remember the sun hovering above us like a polished golden coin,
Cycloptic witness to our petty thefts and juvenile scheming,
Striking down on our heads like a marshmallow hammer,
Making me want to stretch out and purr.
I remember the slow receding of the heat
When the summer scale is lifted for another year
And life must be faced once more.
I remember the web of friendship we had woven with our
Words and with our deeds dissolved under the rain of Autumn and
Left me with cupped hands, hands
Filled with the sugared water of my happiness.
Sweet nectar that dried soon enough and
Left my hands sticky, *****, stark against the
Bitter wind of the winter.
I remember falling off the tightrope of my life and finding
Not the net that I had never needed but
A drop that I could only guess at,
Where the sun fell away with quicksilver speed and
I was stripped naked by the wind left
Cold and shivering, hugging my knees as I fell.
I remember growing up and leaving my childhood
Behind like a skin I had outgrown, like a
Friend that I had broken contact with.
I remember coloured dreams breaking like crystal.
I remember being at the top of my mountain and
Tumbling away, away
I remember crying for my
Joy gone by.
I remember, one day I will forget and
Then I will have moved on and my hands will be
Clean again.

I ***** a finger - scribe in red
But lord, oh how I miss my pen.

Yet on I write - I glance, assess
If beauty lurks among the mess...

Not near enough. I slice a vein,
Wipe my face and dive again.

My fingers close on nothing more
Or less than what was there before,

But what is now was meant to be.
This heart will starve in reverie.

So to the next, whichever path
This river takes, what's past is past,

What's next is next... but now is mine--
My gift to me, all bound in twine

And velvet drape. The water's still.
Shall I leap? I think I will.

Starters (salad/fruits)
Wash it,
Chop it,
Dice it,
Slice it,
Garnish it,
Toss it,
Greek it,
Decorate it,
Serve it,

Main course
Cut it,
Chop it,
Slice it,
Mix it,
Bread it,
Sauce it,
Roll it,
Garnish it,
Fry it,
Boil it,
Gravy it,
Season it,
A pinch of salt,
And one over the shoulder for good luck,
Paint it,
Taste it,
Judge it,
Perfect it,
Decorate it,
Serve it,

Dessert
Cool it,
Ice it,
Slice it,
Decorate it,
And serve it!

A dinner by the candlelight,
And I give you a chef's delight

Fear
What is it,
Fear of dogs,
Fear of getting bit,
Fear of spiders,
Fear of liars,
Fear of people breaking your heart,
Fear of remembering the past,
Fear of dying,
Fear of flying,
Fear of buying,
Fear of ghosts,
Fear of monsters,
A wise man told me,
The monster is not under your bed,
It's inside your head,
So is this fear,
And so is everything else,
Now don't fall and drop a tear,
Stand tall and face yourself,
Face the fear,
Hidden within your mind,
Stand near,
Your fear,
And push him off,
From your mind,
You may be weak,
But u have a strong mind,
Just remember,
The monster is not under your bed,
It is in your head!

Raise your awareness
up to the sky;

lower your standards
till they hit
rock bottom
and die

Make sure
each copper lid
has an eye;

make sure
each silver lining
isn't a lie

A shine for
a shine

makes the whole
world fine

Tomorrow
we wake up
bright and early
to nothing but
past memories

Lather, rinse
and repeat

till the *****
pile of laundry
is pristine

Our souls aren't
clean, nor
will they ever
be

That's how sin
came to be so handy

Tonight
we live for infinity,

hearts ablaze,
lungs torn apart
from all the
unnecessary breathing.