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.

Tears flow when cornered
and as the rat is trapped,
cords swollen into her wrists
as my mother died to rest.
Fallen is their humble red-list
Mark me as the number one
suspect when it comes to fun,
but sick is the trolling
and I do admit this,
I'm doing away with crazy.
Not every-one gets me,
or anarchy of a lunatic.
I'm trying not be be anymore,
deep well of introspection
I need to get better, feel well
before next axed log has fell.

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.

You could never go
if you don't go
in blind.
You could never belong
in the woods
of darkness.
Soft tulips
never lose
their statue like grace.
I could never be the rose
as my thorns,
will pierce gentle of petals.

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.

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.....

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.

Your beauty may sway in
a flowerbed of innocence,
why do I wish to destroy it,
Can we justify,
the corruption
the floating of leaves,
sparkling of green,
with red of autumn,
and lose the hymns?

I can't pretend
to be clean,
if loneliness
of pink petals
can't
justify
the evil-ness.
of a shape,
moves
logically,
to
exit left
of poison,
darkness
bleeding.

I hate the way,
I love.....
the way....
before
these days.

I'm feeling estranged from the vampires
******* down and shame down on me,
hail-stones upon toxicity not a stranger
They accuse me like the worse monster
Thin are my veins as they aren't pumping,
The nurse yesterday couldn't take blood,
as with the scrapes came with so much mud.

Muck on a spoon in a ******'s zombie lair,
Once a promising star of pride of the family
and now he's Od-ing and shook of his flair,
like the cutting of hair of the Belgium
****** who survived the worse horrors,
when it came to instincts & world war 2.

I once felt alive until systemically did I died.

red lights bleed fluorescent
of the get-up and go of green.
orange, reminds me of hazards,
where I slowed to a statue.
and the cast is meant for healing,
no, its the breaks to stationary.
your heart race is beating
and you do nothing but freeze.
waiting for lights to turn appease.

Who really made the atom
was it Adam and Eve's apple?
Jesus being spat on and ridiculed,
and most still have no humanity......
the drying corpses of fields of wheat,
and the burden of being declared ****,
psychopaths with " Get with it"!
**** their programming,
I live by no such thing,
slowly gone is this anarchist,
I won't burn as your witch,
I've lived as a forever ******
I'll watch you gruel instead
for all your perverted sins,
Mine are slowly burnin'
several demons within.
None will get off easily,
by pretenders,
passing judgement,
or trespassers
thinking they've made me.

I'll be the vision
as you lay,
your obsession
each day.

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.

Crow bars vs candy bars,
steel vs the moving of wheels
Frightened eyes vs confidence
weeds vs the burial of seeds,
heroes vs those of us zeroes
Loved vs the building above,
Trepidation before the fall,
the deeper is just the surface,
Those with no more black ink,
Only ones to understand this,
The coal can't move those glued.

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.

A rapid succession to mobility,
limbs dragging ourselves
to the minutiae of this moment,
heaving and desperately
black aim to save myself
needing hydration
of the blazing fluids,
water shooting up
sprinklers are a cup,
Distention of the cancer,
in contrast to the dancers,
fluidly moves,
the shower show
are their waterfalls.

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.

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.

The mirrors line up
around my tossing
and turning
and regrets.
I'll finally sleep
as I finally dream
of the chained
dog with a knife
through its spine
left for dead,
wake up in minutes,
hollering & sweating,
Its been for weeks.
My punishment...

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'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.

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.

Silently
drinking gin
and tequila,
warmly
greetings
from spoons
and fork
of the diners
I become lively,
punch the jukebox
for that shaking boom,
Dance to worldly live,
as my eyes open up,
to awakening of the hive,
beats to curb falls,
Juice of reckoning,
and she will slip
past another
pass out drunkard.

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.

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.

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.

Its in the eyes like crystal brown
shielding of bewilderment,
near light flickering like smiles
hesitantly like the Ravens,
unsure of whether to brave a nest
of an Eagle's with confident piercing.
Try to take this mother's egg,
and she will mess you up instead.

Warning - Triggering themes, scroll down to see the poem, 15 plus advised in AUS or 18 plus in USA and not easily sensitive.
self inflicted wounds, suicide themes.

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Mother,  I stopped my attempts
banging my head,
against in the sink
in the laundry,
its built for anything.
You cradled me,
after my last attempt,
I don't wish to live......

No red flows ever glows,
and dark is all I'll ever see
No ***** Wonka flows
to a land I wished between
I scream silently as I holler.

Heaven's as dark as the blackest angels,
I wish upon my dead feet swollen sandals,
Bloom is the whole of the glass of empty
Shard sharp soles and I wish to end this.

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.

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.

Her fingers brush her hair in front of your disclosure,
Immeasurably not to cause you any misery,
Lowering inhibitions to bring you flavor,
Not restrained attempts to bring you skin liquor,
A snail's head bobs up as its with less terror
and a tail-gate of passion ends flirtatiously.

A water's tap pours out or less with pressure
And no doubt a measure is the treasure.
A joker is the one who clings to leather,
A jacket of the one captivates to fever.
The hunger wild to salt & the sugar
The player's set himself up to as the hustler

If truth or dare never answered in postcards
her sincere flair wouldn't be wrapped in scarves,
If commodiously of two parties sharing,
into the night, steaks wouldn't be raring
to be a taste of other blissful strangers.

tail-gates...

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.

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.

Fiery white horse in the skies,
and lost upon my villain
are the heroes....
and brutal staking
as the Angel sleeps
and un-aware.
No presidential
of the conditional
of press play
and yet
can you truly
press forward.
Can you understand
pressing unwind.

Angels come black and blue,
and yet still so understood
in a tape that's been tampered
in a Christmas hamper
of not lust but reminiscence

I wish I held you.....
in breaths in the
water stream
never a flaw
in this girl's
design
and
cut and
out
figuratively
and strangely
never been

The scissors
are hap-heart edly
held closest
to my veins.

Not meant to scare.....
I stopped believing,
when the termites
and night time nits
And the only relief,
are my conditioned
of relieving
The black of white,
of the flowing
of the stallions.

I just wish for the best
of her now.

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....

baby has fire seething from her eyes,
gently green sweet with a look of vengeance,
She may be a temptress,
but not to be exploited.
A woman walks home alone,
like a Goddess in a picture frame
a vampire of seduction
in the 3 inches of our minds.
She hear the steps approaching
and her fangs quickly appear
stretching out of her mouth
No longer so innocent like youth.
This is the beginning of your end
as the path ahead now her's to bend.

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

"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.

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.....

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.

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.

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.