I know if I don't
blow the river,
into little smithereens,
I can't be free
and its impossible
of such a dream.
I'm without now,
love of anyone.
river flows my bones
and how to comb from that,
but its a struggle
and from the rascal,
I reached the bottom....
Struggling
to emerge from that.

A photo of expressive beauty,
forever in my mind,
as you undressed,
A lady who is stirringly
tauntingly
teasing
memorizing
Statue-like
lovingly
toy­ing
brushing gorgeous hair.
I met you in an exotic bar,
and now I can only be par,
At the exotic resort,
with parked
pristine cars
I can't compete with.

There's no peace in the flowing of grass,
and the arms traumatically in mass,
since the wind-blades in the snow
and engine coughs in the now.
Illusion slip-slides on roller-skates
as  trembling before the sun waits.
We hug to become the warmer,
and not out of being forced to.
This dream will be her reality
as she's survived
inside of the Ambulance,
my dug earth of the wish
and realization they saved
of muddy in the rainbow sky.

Violin player's eyes are starry
beauty like the glitter,
The notes take to dark-ness
strong bones don't wither
deep sea's treasures
blue and color green
inside a pirate's eyes.
Don't confuse the seasons
to chills of the Winter-time,
undecided or believe lies
Not the warmth of Bret hen.

To forgive is to take
away your sole lake
and the ruminations
of this abandoned town,
This too is a sin of pride
and vulnerability
red toxins into splashes,
echoes are deathly sounds

Cracked smashed windows
like the dour of pavements
but the detail is amazing,
unlike a city of simplicity
drones in for a coffee,
but lets shrug off the rest.....

He picks up the instrument....

Drying up,
unlike
the sea-shells
hearing
the break-ups
The dabble
of the texture mark
breaks it.
What's the yell,
mad of hearing
into all sensitivity,
hard barks of hell,
and timber is wooden.
But my red open wound
was the fort of cinders,
no brash of drums soothes
no violins can be rest-ful,
And as for the piano,
the beats of the intricate.
I can't react,
I can't.
I...
can't go back.

When ethics gets confused with
hallow of abandoned bird nests
and the yellowing of
the cracked eggs
where Ravens picked.

Purple clothes are royalty
but it makes it all red
Above and we bow to
another human,
thinking
money
buys you.....
A right
to shoot
another
in the head.

Escape justice,
with out-of-court
settlements.

Electricity has nothing on my heart beating,
they have tried with the dead man walking
The more time alive,
I lose my identity.
pebbles and stones reveal,
all those little legs scattering
centerpiece of the Centipede.

I'm lost to my own dreams and nightmares

Two in-sighted minds
squeaking of pigeons
in a little cage
sparking the rage.

Magic tricks are Godly worship
until revealed as deception.
God did warn about these magicians
and I was less than skeptical.

But, how do I live
when I cannot love
its this sinking ship
The bathroom sink
continues to drip.

This isn't the place for sympathy
of displaying of such emotions,
this is the cold dark death,
Only come here if you wish to die,
and wish not on anything to display.

How green leaves turn brown-ish
as they age and become crispy
and its a child's hands be fluttering
all of this once alive leaf in pieces,
like ashes scurrying to the ocean.....

How not,
How wishes
How not why,
Its the just
the way it was,
the way it is,
You choose
the wind,
that,
it blows in.
Fate,
and
created
sins
and
sorrow.

But
if you
guide
another
into
a cave
of your
darkness
There's only
a hell
for you
in a cell,
if you
do not
cross
for the
angels,
its simple,
well made
bridge
sturdy
and
of know how.
Choose
wisely
of comfort
of good
or the
sink-bottom
of the sewage.

My father,
told me,
he loves me so much,
this was in days
generally,
I was the pride,
and now the dead
beating.
I'm the rat poisoning
the diseased,
disenchanted
and he won't
look me in the eyes.

Let me ask you father,
the acrimoniously
of your now numb
preemptively
but with no
authority,
You gave in,
a baby
once held
to your skin.

There' a John locked up in this part of town
from 5 evening until 6 the next day,
Ambulances arrive for those can't come-down
those slurring or crazy as they say.
There are still whispers abound of urban legends
like how Jake fought off seven police,
before they tasered & caved his face in,
He was guilty of of all seven deadly sins.
The bar's on fire at this early night,
with young ones on awkward first dates,
The young man's swooned by her bare flesh
so gorgeously tight and feeling so fresh.
And those playing darts are many years apart,
as mutton compared to strawberry ****,
this pub has all so finely unique,
At least it keeps most **** off the streets.

Visions of a saint near
that bridge has a name.
The suicide frontier
the method's all the same.
a jump into crashing rocks
head first into oblivion.
Leave behind shoes and socks,
and aspire to be heavenly.

Waves wash away red splashes
before the blood can stain,
a church will have its masses
while many choose the rain.

A return to first opened eyes
Purgatory denounces peace to grave
to the suffering in which we wish to die,
back here all the grief & the shame.

People ask me often as to my beliefs,
I've honestly believed in everything.
Now we have this Matrix that scientists
subscribe to and its just as absurd.
Apparently advanced beings have discovered
the Atom Age before us and created us as an
experiment.
Its as silly as a big bang theory where one bang
created all of this. Evolution came perfectly due
to gasses in the sky and we may as well inhale those gasses
in if we believe in that fantasy. If evolution is correct, I believe there'll be far less perfection in mother nature and how does it explain perfection of the biology of so many animals and how did such randomn-ness of microcosms forming even know how each animal would come to be if there was no intelligence into the design? Even the evolution of microcosms forming over time can't explain the link to perfect evolution now, minus some mutations in each species.

Now I know most Muslims are moderate in in their beliefs like Christians so I won't go into the ****** little girls awaiting terrorists in heaven as most do not pay attention to that. If you are not brain-washed by the common media of Hysteria, you would know most muslim families are normal and even share our God. Yes, Jesus may have played a lesser role but he was still regarded as important.

Lets face it, the bible has its share of madness too, but those were prehistoric days and even the first bible was over-written by the second testament with far less blood-shed, ****** and focused much more on advance-ment of civilization.
People say God is/was ever knowing but I believe he was not, and has evolved like we have.
Even Gods can learn from their creations like how we learn from The Sims.
Did not God make a mistake with drowning the world and testing one of his disciples to such severe limits destroying his family and his crops that he said he would never do it again.
Did God not give us free will, that's a sin that even he may answer to one-day considering the evils that has gone on since Cain killed Abel or even before as Eve and Adam found lust by eating a juicy apple.
Was eating pork not considered a sin because of severe lack of hygiene unlike today and may I court controversy by saying perhaps homosexuality was for the same reasons, the risk of diseases unlike today. We shower ever day now and have a thing called condoms. I think back in the day child birth was a concern as God wanted to grow his disciples but our Planet now is of billions of people so I doubt God cares if you straight or Gay anymore.

People say Christianity is a joke, but I believe most of the Bible is of metaphors and stories invented for the bigger picture. Female was born from the rib of Adam? If you look more into it metaphorically, it's pretty much saying God gave man an equal or if you ask me, a  better half.......a woman and the focus would be of the heart.
*** is not just instinctual or we would be like dogs and cats who don't become locked on one such dog or cat for 10 minutes and move on.
Do dogs and cats suffer from unrequited love?
Once upon a time, scientists even said Dogs do not have emotions. Tell that to the dog happy as larry about to go walkies.
I'm a bundle of contradictions.

Do I believe in God?
I may swear, I may drink and do drugs but now to a lesser degree as my focus is on making up for the bridges I have burned and damage I have done. I will  never be like Ned Flanders but most Christians except for the radicalized or new born Christians who take the bible as literally as gospel are not.
In other words, I'l answer to God and before I die, try to answer to the things I have done.
Not because I want an escape clause as you can't escape based on fear of Heaven and Hell alone like the Italian Mafia who apologize each time they **** a child. Its because I can't live the way I have been living, anymore. Even demons can become angels or angels become demons. Look at Lucifer, he was once God's most beautiful of angels. As for demons becoming Angels, I'm still waiting on the third testament or to see if my demons can be forgiven.
I believe it depends on bridges I can rebuild and its not superficiality fake to face God, I wish to make up for my past.

I'll never be the Christian who goes to Church and speaks in ridiculous tongues. But I'll be the Christian who believes in God or maybe just believe in God and not try to be a Christian at all.
I need God to stop me from hurting others of an anarchy lifestyle that needs a one way street into an alleyway, smashing into the back wall.
Like I said, a bundle of Contradictions.

There's acorns that drop
off from a tree,
upon this tin roof.
Reminding,
years of fleetingly
the deer's gesture
graces snow onto,
the trees over-lapping
as they dip
and raise,
upon this
haunted dear
house,
moodily,
while I try
with a greet
to ghosts I met,
to hope again....

He buries a small hole in the garden,
wraps her thoughtfully in a pink blanket,
tears will flow down his skin so hardened,
the crops that failed proved no gambit,

Lowers her gently, tilts her head forward,
tries to pray but his trembling words slur,
Every day-break she was with the orchids,
Carefully clipping and hand watered.

He still has a seat for her at the dinner table,
letting go of it has been far too painful,
He keeps her room as she had last left it,
scattered drawings and her red draped jacket.

First love I ever had,
Scottish origins
Loved my sense of humor,
I was such a disturbance
when sent to her class,
as the others were at camp.
She flicked me a Mad magazine,
to keep me occupied
to stop her erupting in laughs.
Her eyes glowed blue sapphire
and mine glowed emerald green.
I only ever held her hand
walking her home
on the way to my house.
I wanted to put my arm around her,
but her brother was escorting us.
Seemed inappropriate,
though I loved this Angel.
Separated
as I went to high School,
but I went back,
for a dental check.
It had been six months,
but without warning,
This fleeting
in the distance,
strangled me with a hug
and warming cuddle and kiss
and I realize
this is what life should have been.
I still think
of such a missed opportunity.
Were we soul mates?
I was too young to realize it.

Alice picks at the lettuce
in her meat-less salad
says there's no dressing
to please her easily.
I go to the counter
ask for reduced fat
of mayonnaise.
Her eyes wrap in delight
as I gently pour out,
the white soggy sauce
to tenderize
her taste buds.

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Many will walk and many will talk
and up with just a bruised black nose
The pretenders will always stalk
around a beautiful budding rose

Nothing but a shadow to creep
by the stalker that will reap
Trying to catch them humming birds
the perverts that will suggest the words

They will stake and **** a baby chick
throttling  drowning, limbs flickering
The end will come when the police come by
seize their confidence and all that'll die

Nothing but bubbling water to the flame
they see exotic in all but their blame
Dancing around, in the next dark net
pretending, denying, till the sun sets.

The tape whirs back,
to boys kissing girls,
smoking out the back,
of the storage shed,
Gardeners in the field
as we smoke a ******
and pop a tongue
fizzle to trip out acid
at Afternoon's lessons.

black umbrella,
full of holes,
drench my soul,
give me another,
to fly to the stars,
like Mary Poppins,
i like sesame seeds
freckles on her skin,
I''m right here,
my gentle dear
and you're so.... afar.

I wake up,
with last's drinking
still a hang-over
making me dizzy,
and thinking...

my arms balancing
her head,
standing on the bed
rather awkwardly,
she's trying to kiss me
with our chests gently
and sweetly pressing

Its just, she's
a disco beat,
and both
rather
hurriedly
quick to kiss
and seduction
like the ducks,
a blue imprint
Not up to this,
She's far too pissy.

We crumble down on the bed,
and sleep like content little ants,
pub invite asleep in my arms
and its good enough for me,
with body warmth comforting,

"breath sways to our hips,
in frozen of the alps"

The question of the meaning
to life's biggest secrets,
logs in a winter holiday cabin,
Eyes carry more than wisdom,
they weigh me down with beauty.
The breaths are suddenly physically
seen in the air outside the warmest
and to the cold our tonight's.
You and I running in continuous
no end to our passionate flow,
the icy anxiety heard in the morning
a wish granted in the afterglow.

I got crucified,
in shadows
all around,
then I fled.
You defiled
the grounds
of the Crown
with yappy hounds
as I sowed.
I'll versify
blood flow
of the bounds
living & dead,
I'll justify
the spinning around
of hollering
and the sounds
tree branch snaps
out oozes the sap.
You diversified
and I got burned,
can't be entertained,
since the log was hurled,
since the tree was whirled
one swoop of your axe,
wraps bluest of laces
and sweetest perfume scent.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You said, if I burned it down....
the ghosts inside you would drown.
The good of you was no trophy,
but you saw that of it in me.

I lit up that house in gasoline,
was it a crumbling routine,
to only move on from a perch,
a freezing soul that's submerged?

If my sign's fading, will yours glow
on to the wings of a stirring of crow
about to die head-first into the soil,
and time forgets such broth and boil....

You pointed the fingers,
Salem Witch trials
and
a secret of gravel
buried of hope-ness
and the cold hammers
I'm not afraid to die,
my sins ache my skin
and I shiver,
due  conscious-ness.
A weapon to a cold of
a blade I wish to be done.
There's nothing left to pursue,
the waves of the green and blue
My mind is now burning
and the whales are wailing
with the massive spears
in all of their sides
and lost measuring
his so called yearning
of little sparks of beauty
is in the back of my mind,
and the videotape rewinds
to the actual weathering,
of never of anything.

Its a storm of believing.
and minds heckling,
roses in the country
snipped for their scent
and for their beauty
though realizing
They gave them,
a last breath......
for shallow-ness.

set alight
new found spring
the lost ring
homeless
fright,
digging in,
he finds it
and presents
like time's right

You're killing yourself
to be in back picture,
Not all trees have limbs,
ask the one destroying
to all these black ashes

Why do we fight against
our primal and conditioned
Not saying reverse of civilized,
but if we were programmed......
Are we monsters here,
These days, simple attractions
will not work as ever a chime,
is of no humanity guarantee.
I'm making my final here peace,
bonding physically is not for me.

Maybe I....
threw away
your pictures
and I am...
silently....
I don't know
how to handle
this
any-more.

The crest of the wave in the seas,
knows how to spin me a washing machine.
It'll clean and drown me
like the winter glorious trees
copping all the moody showers
and the flushing of the flowers
This is not a facade
Sweet is the apricot
but I'm a raisin
Losing to a boycott
on a troll's occasion
I can''t ever hope to love you,
Too tight of the cap *****.

I'm shaking.....
wet rain fiercely
shades of white
and the black
equals grey.
And the end.....

Chaos won't inspire me,
truth to the highest
of these mountains,
The past that sees
and the finest
wine that I dream.

I hate the valleys
swimming......

My pain was insufferable
as no guilt
was yours,
so this mess indescribable.......

But it came back as a rodent,
and its hell of the solvent.

What else can I say?

I ****** up,
but what about you?

I hate the white noise that collides with noises
The main road delivers death metal in my ears,
when its peak hour at 7 in the morning.
The bathroom fan's wearing motor's a piano wizard,
The tv blaring 30 meters away is distorted pop,
and sleepiness brain are her choiciest of lines.

I cannot hurt any-more,
the bashing,
and the teeth
that
no...

There's no paradise.

I get sickened
of the type
of I can't
get
the
flick
of the salvation
lift my anchor......

No,
there is no,
flick of

Let it be,
memories

I won't
look behind
that door.

Let it go....
I'm harmless
of
a concision
No,
a true clown
Enduring


I already have.

There's no freedom to this,
A hook on wet fish,
withering around skittering
and dumped in your bucket,
I looked so hard in the Abyss
Obstacles bounded by trees,
and roaring of that engine
in a little 250 mountain scooter,
A distraction from this something....

Cold ice blocks fall from the cavern,
like icy pikes that could not strike my eye.
But there's a reason for this obsession,
or your fantasy exists for nothing at all.

All the ****** dreams can't oil my limbs,
Any injections of opiates can't cure my phobias.
All the bottles of liquor won't make me better,
All the grass of this keep, just makes me needier.

(RGH)

The startled of frozen,
like a soul's been tasered
a bridge apart to flee,
No wild to be comforted
in homeless of the sheltered,
Mumbling back streets,
of fallacy of the demons.
Anger of a sign "no exit."
Trying but each day's wasted
in my father's shameful eyes,
I have nothing left to say,
flicking pebbles before it rains,
haphazard movement of trains,
I just wish to jump in front of in.


(Jay Jelly)

Swinging from
My pendulum
Pressure cooker
Held my breath
It almost buried me
Wiping sweat
From my brow
Deceived by the notions
The lacking of understanding
What’s two feet in front of me
Miscellaneous calculations
Backfired

(RGH)

The start of misery,
a child's woken ears
to hairy situation
of startled fears.
I'll barely consciously
swipe & to weep
in ****** of history.

I whispered my secrets
to darkness of demons,
became my possession
and my repressions
Anger was silence,
and peace was a fleet,
bobbing up in the bay,
and I vision it to this day.

(Jay Jelly)

Bottoms up
Even the chaos
Can speak
A striking
Resemblance shows face
Quieter clusters similar
Cut the
Umbilical cord
Like an umbrella
Drowned out at sea
Music box
Priceless inheritance
Yet the gold is rusting
Reprinting making anew
The fraudulent tones
Fading harmony
Fallen star
Not far behind
The distance between
You can’t fathom
Losing my reality
Swinging from
My pendulum
Pressure cooker
I held my breath to long
It almost buried me
Wiping sweat
From my brow
Deceived by the notions
The lacking of understanding
What’s two feet in front of me
Miscellaneous acquaintances
Mis calculations
Add up
Backfired in a positive light
Patiently awaiting a revival

A community builds its walls,
confidence grows so tall,
comments from random poets
only make us more human.
Lets handle the in-fighting
and out-grow the toxicity,
we have our own laws.

When Anarchy is left to reign,
that's when I'll resign.
Encourage the rowing canoes
left to their own devices.
Diversity is beauty realized
and skills to entertain
encourage soaking in the rain,
splashing out ink tremor pain.

"Stand your mark,
that 100 meter race
gold of the winning
was the only decent
achievement
in my life,
and my parents,
didn't see it.
they were
working...
I had no
medals
but
trembling
lips
upon
the
applause"

Echoes aren't heard if the violin
is played in key with the piano,
and the guitar can keep up with it.

Hands out of with naturally
starfish hands of the dishes
dried out and are cracking

Nights I only sleep well
if I'm not boiling
but freezing,
no shines exist in hell.

My loved ones are
either buried
or smoked
and faded
and how its so far....

A mouse trembles,
if it sees our eyes.

Settled cotton and boiling
rice in the ***
smooth of a brushed
& perfect object
which every gaze
will ever be caught
in a maze
of ever-buzzing insects.

Lit of blue flames pouring
of sick gasoline
Leaves the scorched an
over-cooked chow mein.

Light up this heretic
Light me up.

The rags smell filthy
as the rats are rancid
tucking into the poison
of  bones and teeth.

Remember when,
I asked to be a heretic?

What's held tightly
like a dusty diary,
in the bloom of
cracked windows,
in the old attic
found again....
a dress in golden
of a prom night
and a song
that dares.
I'll never,
as the howling
of the wind,
is true pain.
I can't express
what I say.

Never held in freeze
of any red motions
photographs
snaps
in seconds
and the chills,
of the afternoon breeze....

lasts forever.

Crazy *** best friend  I knew,
charisma not easily ignored.
You once said and you proved,
that this life that's never devoted,
Angels indulged on your heresy
your twisted mind of controversy.
But there's teenage rebellion
of a moment of bells returning
and thinking you were heard.
You used anyone flawed dreaming
of live roses growing as you're talking.
Your eyes wide open to the exploitation,
And I bore witness to the un-able to sleep....
I'm not the ******-path of my best friend,
You made a name for yourself as I slept,
before a boom of  targeted police station.

Soldier's heat of a kettle disrupts
the temps embolised as a herd,
heart failure follows the deceit
and finger holding of God's word,
and slain is a battlefield blurring

And fine's singular seasonin'  facts
one's voice belief in wide green seas,
upon shaking salt belief of a hack
Fragility vines ****** and bleeding
Click the fingers twice for the black.

Today's divine white cloth leading
welcoming a funeral proceeding,
We wish to mourn of our loss,
while he's time abiding heeding,
Patting the backs of the children.

Crispy biscuits,
given by
loving mothers.
A bainitic
so cruelly
upon the teeth.
Reminiscing
Sensibly
to green clouds
after the fact,
A peristerite
still agonizes
The alternative,
is no spoiling
without a hook,
of a derivative.
Once a little fish,
There's no pretension,
when the crumble
has the honesty
of precision
to love not abated.

How can I..
keep it
like
inhaled
and
then exhaled
claps up within
helium balloons?

I didn't mean,
but I did,
I painted her shores,
and the ocean
and the cave,
nearby
it just chimed,
with the wind
and the howls

Sick of dingoes
and their howls
red painted roses
and the bother,

Winter,
dead of bees,
trampled
No sincerely
of such stings

I'm sick of being
the shot out of a gun,
that never comes....
You run and the field
was lit up yesterday.....

I'm dead this morning,
and a coffee apology
never results
in the black of a wraith.....
My head's not working.

Just please,
save me.

The foreseen
destruction
a home,
up in flames.....

There's no,
comfort,
to this,
loneliness,

Her dreams,
are for real
Baptism
Not her wishes,

How do I not allure
and the songs,
not for my burial,
but it creates the swirl
Not for my promises.

I can't help this soul
to the unknown,
wish I could dig deep
but not the agonizing
of the cut-throat sheep.

This is when I end.....

Its not the hissing
of the ****
blue mornings
seemingly fatal
can be
how I trip-wired
and BOOM
I don't care to be.

I do think,
regardless,
of their ****
in politics
and *******
the one
who
I wish
was never there.

Is she Angelic
or just prehistorian
**** that,
she's simply
how I wished her to be.

Time to switch up
to ADVANCED.
And now this
******* cyborg
en-hanced
as everything
and
I won't waste
a second.

A tree obliviously
& fleetingly flavorful
like a dip in cinnamon
and vanilla,
friends sticking
out tongues
in *******
winter-time
for what reasons
and
this world is ******.

do they even know
how it symbolizes
green is the buck,
Cut the rope to the
sin-ful and innocence,
pop music
there's no champagne.

a dreamless with a knitting machine
my skin etches abiding the stream
washes down into all but a dream,
starry eyes are closer in disbelief.

An angel flutters fallen awoken,
a gift to the unstably spoken,
piano melody in a different key,
I'm finding it too hard to breathe

She's all in white and green eyes
never by tombstone in which she died,
silky mistress so ghostly mysterious
Dressed saintly in a sunday dress.

Schooled into a rhythm of chills
Systematically against her will
She bites my skin but there's no peace,
when my flesh has been on lease.

Truth-less will one day become facts,
when our limbs stop withering about,
and believe in the Reaper's centuries tale,
a warning for any paper boats to sail.

Demons are all around the angelic,
am I all but a triangle dreaming saintly,
I'll live till the day I am aspiring
to be the haunting of the wandering.

The surface of un-charcoaled moons
street dogs drugged in daily stews
lays down for a carving intoxication
Bones lift in a wind & haphazardly
press play...so I can slow it down
try & understand softening of clay...

Stodgily in the dirt and Cravens
of such pretentious-ness of pretending
of self worth of such clapping praise,
the parasites lap up the demonized,
joint edges of a bathroom mirror
a record presciently will stop playing
It herds until the final of warnings,
Almost discretely with the attempts,
Can't breathe like you are breathing....

I'm in need of more than bleeding,
I need so much back-yard weeding,
I can only survive my mentality
if one day I can be forgiven
unlike a witch of heathen
past the ocean poisoning
of the vile repressed toxicity.
Yes, I do confess my sins,
Sails past a boat to Bethlehem.

They dangle and in this jungle,
sweaty from dawn as they haggle,
they are willing to exploit,
to keep their bellies full,
It may sound sickening,
But this is Indonesia,
And This is Thailand.
Worse is Cambodia...
of broken little hands......

Have you ever seen,
a blind child holding a sign,
with both of his eyes,
blinded
but his voice sings a tune....
His vision
lost
with
forced destroying
cigarette?

And the flies covered in filth
of who was once a man,
Step over to the paradise
of a hotel in the middle of Bali.....

I don't cooperate to narrow
vision of your sub's periscope,
Judging is hypocritical removal,
and a spring **** whisper clean,
of your silky of smiley 50s closet.

Don't worry, I will  answer to the lord,
but until then, I will press forward,
Judge but understand I am trying
to keep in control my demons,
With God, I have one misconception?
the free will granted to humanity
that has created much evil and madness.

Please don't make it impossible,
its hard enough to keep believing,
as the world blackens sausages
barbecuing ash replaces hits
My eyes are focused on the holy,
fantasies can't lead to foly.
Too much, I'll always understand it.

The stroke of the knife movements,
slower than the lion tamer's whipping
stealth extinguishes anger-suddenly
of long waited short burst aggression
A build up of immortal pretension
uppers build like flames in this person,
a random game of Russian Roulette,
A run and hide is not my breathing.

The chilling of fractions to this ******
shedding the actions of a sneaky ocean
with its tide of keeping and killin'
as the market rockets with screaming,
Texting the wishing of the able rapping
Watching , popping and the wrecking.
Spreading the ****** feeling of freshmen
Motions of loving while we are tripping.

I over-dosed with a nose-bleed,
woke in hospital among the weeds,
barbecued and wired corpses
I keep hearing them with the voices
nights are like lightning hitting,
randomly like hail storming freaking
smashes my mind with ice blocks,
the size of jelly fish, remedies,
inject the stereo with inanities
Fishermen on acid in the docks....

A lover with a chain so anchored needs...
The worm contained with the diseases,
at the table of a first class best resort
prawns and ***** are a word for pollute
and the stables flashing of the horses
galloping when lightning comes strikin'

When I hurt, a paradise sounds cursed,
I never reached the pelican's beak
You can't understand the salvation
vs conflicts deepened temptation.

A rusted plate greets me as I wait,
the sky swoops pick me up as bait,
and the nearby ant's nest is far less
the pain as they pinch sensitive skin.

Nearby wasps sweetened by the honey
is a myth of the hard dealing of money,
and a sweet little thing experiencing hell
never dreaming of that lonely of cells.

Musicians, producers of ruination
and yes, this Artist of Hello-Poetry
At least I admit to all things grim,
I can't be forgiven with a gentle hymn,
When what existed never a nymph
and worse could have been tragic,
if all my sins came alive of magic.
Fool eyes full of deceit of a twin.

Gently now as the heartbeat rests,
and fading as the artist rests in *******
of a love of a Goddess created stature
of bone marble and eye-lust statue.

All the laughter in the lands
affects me like an absentee note,
a burial of the finest quicksand
I never existed & locked is the bolt,
Your letter implies finality
as my days lost my morality,
to the drinking and the drugs
it's time to wrap this in a rug.

Answers will go un-answered
as the gripping will release,
and my eyes that's been blurred
as my body floats the stream.

Where the waterfall splashes the once here of ghosts,
I wish apart from the nightly sounds of pre-existing
Borderline of the press play of my spooked out mind,
Crawlers make it impossible to press rewind,
You're stuck on pause and the trick is not fast forward
but present-time of the straight piercing sword,
Frozen as the little nightmares wrap like a cord.

She brews a storm up
and men give her looks,
appreciating
her beauty.
A tasty delight
of buttery
smooth.

A contradiction
is her innocence
teenage thrills
but not kills,
not interested
in settling down.

She's not ready
to leave her child-hood,
a waiver biscuit
but not for you.

She dreams of the one
but let her be someone
and not around your belt
skin burns with welts
of beauty exploited.

D E B
Her name is Debbie.
She's a human being.