A shadow concerns me,
not just a sudden ditty
of a song I was playing,
I see them all dancing
and I wish to be one of them.

My safely net is just speaking
of the comfort on the internet
Not to be a friend but poetry
& one got too close to me.
And I won't lie of the eventually
of this girl's and change in the breeze
my own, a frightful dis-comfort,
and I hurt her with hostility
when she joined up with them.

I hate myself for hurting her.

I wish to hold the tune inside of
your trees of lively charisma,
and dark-ness cutting
into the worse of us.
Bedding of just gentle
of cuddle-ness.
Is that bad or good?
There's no sin
of affectionately.

I can't be the dark arrow,
that you release on slowly,
upon hands of your pockets......
and my gentle fiery touching

I fade into the warmth,
and the curse of the bled
as your eyes ******....
and mine are marbles,
lost not to friendlies
but to her keeps.

I would have been happy,
just to have held you
for not lust but an eternity

I stepped out of line,
my own ethics,
ruined the art,
in the gallery
fond of and
desecrated.
My voice is not
owned
by me,
I'm not violated
by my God,
I'm responsible
but so are you.
You knew the hawks
were in the sky
and circulating
and circling.
**** those skeletons
shut tight in closets.

I had to work around
European stinging wasps
And I finally learnt,
every 5 or 6 stings
This is their home.
They may be aggressive
buzzing little *****,
but we did not belong.

The clock ticks forward,
while I'm in rewind
gestures are point-less,
without exonerated
of their breath.

My felony are my feelings,
the paintings of my grievance,
an essence of my influence,
A convenience of our differences
the surroundings of our being
the confidence of the blessings,
The conscious of allegiance.....

I hate to be
the over-estimate,
the under-estimate,
Roaring of seas
A calm of swells so wide
Before the scorn of sides.

There's a lighthouse with little details
hops along is the ship that ignobly sails,
flickering shine denounces facedly frail
twisted holding the little mouse's tail.

Strong is the hail that smashes this snail
A burst of bubbles & a blurred blue whale,
decrypted now the box of posted mail
Buried rhyming aches the sailing slow.
How weeds strangle & gather to grow...

the egg that suddenly cracks,
are the hands that shake
or the ceiling that will flake
and the bone in the break,
train lost off the tracks
relapse of the flash-backs,
soft flesh of t-bone steak,

the summer heat of ice-cream softening,
melts as quickly, internal suffering,
a gush of blood to the side of the neck,
down on his knees with hands gushing red.

you could fry an egg upon his head,
hot is the conscious of his dread,
easy are all the words that were read,
bible says, a sociopath to bleed
If you can't see pain of victims.

I dance to the method death decides,
I don't like my flesh cooked overly dried,
I love it ****** of heart and emotions tally
angel sings, dispersing sorrow and unholy
the trouble shall breed and the fire flames,
unbelievable are the lies of the guilty,
there is a truth to every crime to blame,
wild is the wind and ferocious are the seas
tantalizing is a breeze from undying trees......
If seasons can change then so can we.

These eyes were fished of dreams,
as a toddler near a lake we squealed,
tadpoles in a little net catch,
but it was always a bad batch.
Caught a baby reindeer in a beam,
Like a Disney scene familiarized with,
It took years until I realized it was me,
and the car incident's blood dripping
I was reborn of green demon heresy.

A riddle to the feather of the feet,
below the dying of no winter wheat,
What love you experience today,
is in contrast to one suffering
A green leaf slips the brown lips,
of the intoxicated as she sleeps
Colors change as the concrete
ages from white to the grey,
Mock as a youngster's fleeting
movements to bones aging
cracks are the skin's scarring
and the flies in the jar dying
as you reminisce everything.

background chatter of white noise,
the pride of the photo in a wallet,
a gentleman's removal of a ring
for that trembling of a fling.

The clinging of the glasses,
the skin of the lasses,
Escape from kids' screaming
No *** at home with the missus.

Hotel rooms with the mistress,
fills her with promises,
that will never come to be,
Only ever rarely.....

Good-bye
to nightly
rest,
take a bite
of this pizza
that has
my toppings
and my centred
oozing cheese.
Wraps over,
all the vegies
and the bacon,
pineapple,
the biggest
part of me.
Juicy and sweet
collides
with the salty,
of the beaches
of such ladies
in bikinis.
Wrapped up
and the lust
tests our devotion
and respectability
How it pushes
against appetite
for devourment.

Lay to bed as hollering hearts begin,
Rusty old bible with the wisdom,
a condition lays with assurance
of amnesia laying with ambition,
This old book accepts no returns,
you can't rip apart or flick of burns
This book is forever in hotel rooms
and psychedelic of the mushrooms.
God will be felt in your eternity
I felt him with a simple dream,
When my brother came back to hug me.

I never but knew the hair,
clamped behind,
your pony-tail.
It smelled sweetly
like how mice,
can't handle
the smell,
it's a vampire
of garlic
but to me,
so sweetly.
Its hypnotic.
Lavender
of tender.

When dreams holler
and they get colder,
lost warmth to saliva
teasing hormone ears.

Eggs break
and always crack
a rusty old rake
reminds me of father.

I feel I've lost myself
like underneath
that sitting sofa,
buried in grime.

Can I still emphasize
anger truly in respect
a reminiscence
soda pops clicks
I'm or he is dying...

There's some old sayings,
but none wish nod complicity
what's a sweet to bleed
non in an orderly fashion.

Wheat now death defines
a sharpening grid refines,
no truth ever rewinds
if  militia carries blind-folds,
shot is silver upon the gold.....

No one can give a reason
this stupid shame of piece,
restless is right of  price,
hope more
if blessed
a mystery
a blunted saw
cooking raw,
potted drains
as it rains
dull less of rice,
torments the mice.

Echoes a once and a sister,
lest of the silver paper clips,
up-held comes the well,
shiny stormy of bells.,
tummy rub feeling not well,
sweet well poison be expired
gravitates her pink flashy tones,
narrowing of such golden cones.

The wooden boards
of this old harbour
reeks of blood
stains,
seeping through
the gaps.
Splashing
into
a crystal
but yet
blurred mirror.
Who we were,
before the jump
now forgotten,
Drowning
into red seas.

I'll never until,
this place is
another
haunting
to my corpse.

I can't give to
what I received.
You can't begin,
to see ....

There's a blood-rushed
to the doll marked places

I saw the spirits
floating,
as a child,
this home is haunted.

But they accepted me,
as one of them.

A ghost's phantom hammer
hits the old wooden boards,
a twisted grin's Chancellor
and the jury sounds an applause.

My star faded once the crystal,
once blown was the silent whistle
crucial is my own grave's shoveling,
and no doves are this day wailing.

Hey,
you're right,
there are shadows
at night,
that are cradling
twilight,
whispers echo
with fright
towards the end.

They've seen
mosquitos glow,
blood sinking in,
When & how
deniable
becomes sin.

Such gentle hearts,
victims
drinking up,
poisoned
all the wells,
polluted
and exposed.

As time winds back,
future turns black,
swollen are our soles,
fingers are pointed,
toward to fireflies
Its our day to tread
wounds that bled.

Oh, blessed are the dust settling
on these old faded magazines,
it was my life to read them,
inch my hands over the ******
on-screen final girls imprinted.
The heroine that kicked the nest...
and won the day with a swift
ball busting kick between the legs.

How I wish to swap my dreams
into the slip-tide of the surrealism
I will end up on the dark streets,
I  see only the applause
of my caught and my ribbons
logically felt and my name
as it won't matter as it scatters
into less than a particle
of my self felt surfaces.
I wished I stopped caring.
but I'm  still a troublesome
still trying to smile.

I only cry
when a loved one
passes
and at funerals.
I don't shed tears
of anything else.
I wish I could
but my shielded
inner child
behind a wall,
makes it
impossible.
The media
and it's
ferociousness,
has given me
a blank cheque,
Long before
the bullying
and teasing
at School
for my Autism.

My attraction with you,
is nothing but physical
as you're perfectly sweet,
but not your personality.

You bully all your friends
but my mind too is dark,
I have bad habits
as I swoon you in the park,
I have only one intention
and you're of vilest heresy.

Savage me with your bite,
& the sin of swinging flesh,
evil of passion into night,
Between us there's no stealth.

We cannot fool each other,
when courage cannot cower,
There is no trepidation
If a wish of annihilation,
ends up with both bruises
of our inflicted violations.

We bleed each other in sores,
A Chippendale to your *****,
I'm as cruel as your whipped tongue,
wrapped around this flash-bang,
off into the night we soar
as bats that lust had torn.

It came from the fireplace,
emerged past the races
that lit all of humanity
and the traces,
I never
known
but seen
it.

Eyes, green, brown
and blue
and yet,
the justifiably gets wrapped
up in vices of dreams.

If colors of eyes
It was our skin.
And it is,
belated,
No eyes as green
hypnotically
as the seas are like to dream.
And blue eyes like a stream,
unpolluted like a feat
and brown eyes are amazing
considering the woods are so.

All our eyes are related
and the skin's
within.

I was looking through,
this alleyway,
a snap shot of homeless
before I went
about my day.
There's no good
with ignorance,
or ignorance
of storms fallen.
We are comforted
in our beds.
Simply offering
a coffee,
doesn't
break the ice.

What is soft, is innocence stolen,
down by the park,
a beast has now woken.

Dreams shatter like twigs
****** intentions,
Anxiety replaces
A child's confidence.

A hungry wolf
A candle wish,
now ever blown out,
Torment has spoken.

Who drained the water
& where's my sun,
gracing all the beauty
in a world left me gone,

Answers are drowning
in ruins of a meadow,
ashes are harder
to wish for & swallow,
numbing empathy
with little green pills.

Blood shot & dark,
in the cold & damp,
endless beginning
irony of a circle,
swans I should have wept,
forgotten dreams beautiful.

Whoever lit the flames
by choice or accident,
Always a see saw purpose,
exit as her trust's high,
will come crashing down,
tears of an avalanche.

I never dug into this thing
called humanity,
clawed and beatings,
still raw viciously,
and the un-seen feeling
of comfort kissing
and touching
got lost on me.
I see the flight and singing
of the swan in the lake,
I wish was the town's blessing
that leaves behind my frown.
I need to escape all communication
and finally be alone just here.

I get out of bed,
snuggly sheets released,
my ***** feet
and my body needs a rinse.
My fortune's been told
to no passionate kisses.
The spider tinkles
upon his release
from his big bad web,
and the depressed,
rusty old step,
in front of this ironic
of historical building,
same lived in reflecting.

The sweet-ness of tight skin,
a lady with hair tied back
A Japanese samurai,
At the pace of the time,
you will do a tease,
with the lace removal
and the black dress.
The appetite
of the gentlemen
picking up sushi
upon your naked-ness.
But I leave with
a super grin,
a gin and toxic.
They can't touch,
this beauty.

I'll keep on sleeping
hoping for fantasies
in my deep sleep
that wakes with no weep,
I'll keep salt and sugar,
into the one mellow-lime
of dusty and no kept of jar,
of a peace of " would you"

I hate the dusty of the brooms,
when you aren't clean of streets
Its easy to shadow a simple thumb
the ghosts all feel the same of fleet..

The troublesome with the one,
with a bee's worth of a shotgun,
Tracks in my arms represented
what of the use of what fun?
And a sudden hum of depression
and statistically is no-one.

Run so fast......

I'm sick and tired of their abuse.
Believe this or their words obtuse.

Contrary
burning here,
piano beats
are like
placid
thumping,
of a xmas day,
but twisting
doesn't make sense
you either am
or neither am I,

Futuristic
can't be here
and the wheat
and the corn,
doesn't belong
and here is heresy
and a feeling's off
as no flick to a comb.

Ants will flock believably,
its just another day drearily
I wished I believed in him,
but balloons pop to helium.

Why can't he just love me?
I just wish it wasn't
this so called unconditionally
Its just shadows in false-ness.
and a family of such a mess.

I feel astray from their whispers now,
I don't feel the glaring eyes of the scarecrows,
Living in darkness awakens to a blue lovely day
I haven't left this house for an eternity
All I had to do was follow the bird hymns.

No longer memorized by haunted faces
Meeting people on walks of different races,
Pebbles finally hop to the other side of lakes
and the small visions in the tiny splashes
once the mirror of the shadows I caste

Abandoned to little time I must make haste,
I feel the warmth now I've gone to waste.
In time there'll be no creeping twin reaper
I'll meet another in twilight of trippers
a shiny silver marble that'll prove a keeper.

I'l play for keeps or friendlies.....
I'll be the kiss that doesn't pushes you back.
and you'll be the kiss that'll be the tease,
magical shiny marbles of those pupils
that gaze as I recreate you out of marble.....

Was this world ever small
and roses are gently bleeding...
this sunset built the wall
and numerous weeding...
I hate the smell of her youth,
and raspberries
are not the strawberries.
Deeper than you think.
Infanticide
of no surprise.
I love the way she looks,
but not the way she talks.
She's just a child,
built with ambitions
Not a woman,
surprisingly,
Leave her alone.
Phony.
She may
be developed,
but mentally
still a kid,
undeveloped.

I'll never ever be there,
but I'm there all the time,
Treat-meant,
white comes gushing red.
Crustiness,
Crisp and the dry,
Needs a butter taste.
Soothe comes with
knowing experience.
Not that I ever,
swam in shallows.
Its hard enough
in the deeps,
where I belong.
She has eyes,
knowing
I wish to kiss
her *******.
She's no sunken
of a treasure,
or at least.....
The Kraken
breaths.....
Lady.......lay.
She's 39
thousand
years old.......

As secretly as the weeps
of final rain drips.
in my black work socks,
to hungry micro-wave
and I do feel  lucky,
chosen upon flocks
for skin I so crave
and I'm forever formed,
memory's not wasted,
down in kitchen seas
Midnight cravings,
for her Lasagna
and home-grown pizza,
3 am growl cravings.
She knew the way,
to my instant heart.
And loved her for it,
days & appetite
Love roundelay.

When I am weak,
and I fall asleep
I fall within,
the mirror
and she's
not out of fear,
strokes my hair
un-consciousnessly,
a burial in the sunlight,
not a dare to risking
A vampire rising,
and I care for them,
here is a finality
the last day I weep.

dried up red leaves,
tangle in with
green leaves intertwine
A cover of smoke
and lit of fresh flowers.
A poison of the weeds
thorns that will bleed
a Chimney ash of pokes.

I egregiously only need to exist
I precariously zoom and I wizz
that they see predominately
and worse is predetermination,
of the schizophrenia
of the snaps, crackle and bubbling,
pre-historing a built up medication
causes  neutropenia,
the white cells drop off,
but in my case they grew.
Its the red that became by few,
So I pop all of the pills,
To try to in-inadvertently
but sincerity is drowned
in stovepipes of whispered.
It was the alcoholism
that created disparity.
Now, its the lil pills
that he tells me too....
And I will forget you.
Tell that to existence
that even the lobotomized
remembers with no insistence.

I just wish to swim,
outside of you,
I just wish
to dream outside of you,
I just wish to be
internalized
deep inside of you.

What's supportive comes in waves,
and its the truth of which we crave,
a blister in which we cannot name,
a darkness of thus daring shame.

A torpedo I wish wouldn't spin,
A game of cards you can't win
beauty in the woods as it rains
the rust on long forgotten trains....

Tell me a secret I can't forget,
You did that with a MAD comic
What went wrong after it,
The storm's forever rumbling.
As kids, we were forever laughing,
The teacher sent me out of class
as you bawled and asked me out,
Such first love without any doubts.

I recall your giggles
as you floor me onto the bed
not fragile like crystal,
but falls into sheets of spread.
You asked of my scribbling
and I told you I was a poet
Eyes lit up like an entire bay
and no rockiness of the sway
except for our movements.
We left before the last drinks....

I once found
and held a
sweet bird,
fallen from
a nearby tree.
It was so
fragile
and scared.
I think
my patting,
just made it
more anxious,
it wandered,
into the house
and looking
for its mama.

**** the presidents
my corruption
too, shall,
if you wish,
I won't deny
I'm shy of a dish,
but my sins,
are no enable to this.
But **** the presidents,
Dream of a clear night,
where everything,
gets finally cleaned.
I know....
Why you think these lips
are always trembling,
I don't wish for shady demons
to sleep with me.
I barely get 3 hours,
with them tucked within.
My mind ticks and tocks,
within past of the clock.
Its been like this,
since kindergarten.
I braved and weathered,
but the truth is drying
of the crumbling
of all the insects.....

I came again and again,
sat in the corner,
drinking bundaberg ***
as you floated
like life given to spirits
on the dance-floor,
spinning discs of disco,
moves like an emerging
temptress and a saint
emerging into the one,
leaves a trail blazing wraith,
ghostly I  imagine your warmth...
A sun,
A bird,
A morning
pray,
A woman
Something
A feeling
Breakdown,
Nothing's said
but imagined.
Anchored.

So many weeds need to bleed,
as my sobriety for's a decline
in the monsters' of pain...
An upset of just a seed,
I convince it's all fine,
and its's all so insane.
Before I this hour concedes,
Out of bursts of my brain
No chance of demons heeding.
I can only give so much sorry.
I do feel the punches so easily....

Intro...

Cold is the grisly death I feel in the air,
could cut with a blade this atmosphere,
days come and go like faulty dominoes
haven't been lined up properly.
If I die today, I'll die welcoming.....
Karma's never paid with my breaths
or an after-flow of a future dreamin'.
I've been so alone and I stop feeling
As a child I was always so sensitive...
This will be the story of my ending
when happiness dies, trembling
Voices are always hesitating
to confront me from my past,
tearing only into my ship's mast.

Lord, my cups are drink to be filled,
A chaotic mind of whirlwind speed,
Unlike the dust on the window sills
and abandoned of watering seeds

My mind is catharsis
anxious of the righteous
a corpse of the countless
charges as to the harmless,
bottles smash the carcass
the mattress of the heartless,
the lifeless aren't the senseless
The clueless are the neck lasses
viciously attacks the precious-ness
on the basis of being a novice,
A witness may leave in sickness
harnesses catch the consequences,
homeless are a pencil's sharpness,
blunt comes government's mindless.

I wish, the flocking
of the sheep,
gave way to marine
of the green.
She splashes
a mermaid
salty tail
interesting me
as blue skies fade
to storms and wails
and flick of fleece,
Off goes her t-shirt
Her naked-ness
intrigues the sea
and glee of the flirt...
teasing beneath,
void to lightning.

I hate the way I shiver
under sheets trapped
in a demonic state
without feathers,
of a perfect angel,
hers are white as silver,
mine are black as tar.
Long forgotten and lost,
is this abandoned cause.