Show me empathy,
under my breathe,
as I look away
when you undress,
A perfect figure,
warm skin underneath,
but my emotions stray,
not lust but the blessed.
I'm lost in suicide,
not kiss of the death
so a phantom strays.
This is all just a mess.
All my figurines
under sheets beneath,
I can look for a way
Not dreaming
to caress.

If it was true, of heaven,
being a kickstart to engines
I would have found a way,
past the gates and a passerby.

The birds weigh,
lightly
upon the grass,
and our hands
together,
we give grace
to Angels,
not demons.
Twigs within hands,
falling
like limits
of yellow sands,
and the insects,
will defect,
so truthfully.

I ration apricot jam
and how you gave a ****,
a little sweet wonder
under days of sunder.
You always care for me,
with a heart so beating
and never wise to gloating,
sunlight to days of blight.
You're the sweetest kid,
break a rhythm  beating
into instruments of two.
The violin & acoustic guitar,
under coldest of blankets
you warm up coals in my feet,
helping me a day of a feat,
I was lost to say the least.
When I was in turmoil
and bed-ridden for days,
you pulled me through
by asking about my day...
though I suffered terribly,
you pulled me through
the other side of comfort
awaiting flowers in the dark.

What was the crucifixion
like on your mind so peaceful,
mind is full of those demons.

I'm trying to rebuild with wood,
birds in a mood intermewed
I wish to release them as doves.

Lonely is alone as my sad eyes,
Mary bleeds red every time she cries
and jig saw pieces of me will die.

I wish I could but my path to you
gets swallowed blackened to a fool,
and the air release of my lungs
has no angel which could have sung.

I have but memory fragments
Barely a magnet to attachment,
I wish my nailing to the boat
never sailed to coast to coast.

Flowing water buries who we are,
are we all just  rain  in the sky,
seaweed strangles breathing
Ocean is a wish for the living
Bubbles in  marbles breathing.

And my time's  getting weary
a runner of ****** bit lips,
not of the wine we sip
This story has an ending page.

Pennies are  short-changed.
Wish to help you as  a scavenger
furled becomes the rampaged
No sense in skin to engage
I'd hyphenate flip out rages.

The Academy in my mind,
short dresses
cute of strawberries.
Its so easy to unwind
the blessing
as I stumble so blurry.

I love the Tavern,
so heavenly,
night sought fairies,
predictable the finds
incidental mess,
Of judgment of our Mary.

It'll be easier to be blind
as storms are weatherly
And I'm no merrily
A metal detector
no gold coins to gather.

They say I can't function,
and even as much as disillusioned
with my tablet rations,
to make me their conditional.

There's a story wrapped in madness,
and its not Hansel & Gretel,
but a floating of a bottle blessed
Never opened by any person.

There's a truth to art I see of face,
Never here and I've never been,
A spoken of a forbidden place,
A secret never felt or never seen.

My definition of the beautiful,
are souls proved so wonderful,
not here, no back alleys in my mind
There's & my of vulnerabilities
It is always so very kind
and for once, I'm starting to be free,
a motorbike zig zagging the trees.

The street you live
silence of heart breathes,
Eyes that innocently teases
A conscious that's on lease.
A lie that was once believed,
An egg that ***** wag tail
swept from arms to retrieve,
Crows don't always set to sail.
Numbers on your fingers failed
When she's scared of your deceived,
concerned mail from the Neighbour,
anchors truth in a nearby Harbour.

Intensive care unit,
blood has dried on your skin,
where the tubes goes into veins,
It was so much the darkness.
Not the soul warmth remains
Never be a silver magnet,
Opposite of riding dolphin's fins,
I didn't mama wish to visit,
I would become trapped in sadness.

Winter angels, fly over snowy mountains,
wrapped up in their woolly clothes.
Flap their little wings to nearest cabins,
warm chimney fire, tasty hot broth.

Little angels, circling around,
fly down to to the canyon
to a farmhouse of sheep and cows
and a sneaky peak from a little mouse.
Sleep with warmth of lambs in hay,
soft animal sounds soothe til next day.

Winter Angels, fly towards the sun,
after giggling at their inventive snowman.
Bask their wings in the warming rays
as Spring has arrived for ninety days.

What's as thin as a pencil
and poisonous as its lead?
What's as graceful as a hawk,
and as happy as a popped cork?

What jumps up like seeds
in a microwave popping?
What's as eternal as the photo,
snap-shot rapidly waving?
A dearth to wake up tomorrow....

Which will bring upon death-bed,
colors other than all seeing red,
A band aid can't stop the bleeding,
wounds leave a mark once stitched.

There' a John locked up in this part of town
from 5 evening until 6 the next day,
Ambulances arrive for those who can't come-down
those slurring or crazy as they mumbling 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 in this early night,
with young ones on awkward first dates,
The young man's swooned by her bare flesh
so gorgeously tight and smelling 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...

The unicorn munches the grass,
horns, bright and sharp, tail wagging,
my daughter's amazed, eyes of glass,
she's never seen such wonderful beauty.

We slowly approach the gentle beast,
doesn't see as a threat to to say the least,
It allows my little girl to stroke its manes,
A kodak moment for any parent I'll say,

She giggles and hugs its tender neck,
strokes the top of its gentle little head,
my baby looks at me and looks content,
but then I remember the car and snapping neck.

There's no field of a unicorn, its burning like coal,
it was just a dream and I am stuck in the unknown,
that day she run in front, I grabbed hold of her,
but we were flipped in the air and rest is a blur.....

Dreaming is better as reality is worse
than fiction of a life without a curse,
Her sun-flower eyes, glowing black hair,
gentle smile like the brightest flower,
are memories more than I can ever bare,

The memories disappear,
as my skin starts to sear,
trees and myself catch on fire,
just another dream my dear,

" I'll let you ride the unicorn,
Just little gentle strokes,
and pull on the ropes,
if it gallops that you can't cope"

Dreams are like fire that keep memories
from burning but they leave us feeling dire,
smoking leaves  me with no belief,
her innocent sleeves sung by the choir

I've never been one for believing,
but are my eyes being deceived?
She's flying through the fields
on the unicorn with such thrills.

The fiery fields turn back to green,
the grey skies turn back to blue,
Touched by an angel not just seen,
but many kisses and hugs by you.....

This dream, I wake up with dry lips,
A fairy tale I wish never ended.
A children's book without the hook,
saving you without the ground shook.

Save me.......
Save me........
Save me........
Save me.......

I dreamt of this white grunting pony,
like the first generation PlayStation.
But the ruins are after sands of dunes
Captured in a tomb and forever doomed.

I'll keep on smiling,
as the life boat's failing.

It was a school camp excursion,
we rode on these rental bikes,
About 20 of us, changing lanes
and so hurriedly and rapidly,
and BANG, we heard a single shot
and flew down the hill to witness.
A man with his foot on a rain deer
It's heart was running and pounding.
He didn't listen to any of my pleas
or the whelping of that of my friends,
He proceeded to shoot it again.
I was 9 years old.

There are the rumors,
sickly believed,
I can't soothe her,
with her turns
Her lovely sweet face,
pores of photography nice,
And yet, I see her wings flapping,
Am I dreaming or tripping?

I never know any more,
don't count up the scores,
and the several doors
I won't enter for ever more.
An evening for what was for
I'm sick of being a demon's *****.
A contention upon her shores.......
Who am I but washed ashore.

La vie détruit les cicatrices
plus vite que notre fierté,
Et la douleur s'amplifie
sanglote et finit par mourir
Il y a une douceur
à notre propre mise à mort.
Je me tue pour vivre,
Je me tue pour respirer,
Les perdants peuvent-ils jamais gagner ?

All my poems are about you......

My God, you're dead to me
for the separation anxieties
when clasped hands withdraw
And her eyes now look away.
I wish to meet thy maker
to thank you for my creation
of hardened crumbling clay.

You & I were attached like sticky glue,
A simple fact about me & you,
The parks were as green as your eyes
but you could be as mean as your lies.

I can't exit this roundabout,
I gasp a breath of a silent shout,
its breaking me like a cube of ice,
I'm nearing the death of my pace.

Simplicity is the secret of living
Conformity eases the breathing
but I wake up wishing another dream,
No bait fishing leaves me empty.

I'm trying to be,
not as I wish to be
I don't wish for thee,
I just see the skies to see.
You can't see, look past through me,
there are obstacles like trees.

Mentality, am I really dying
as this soul tried to flee,
In a circle of so much teasing
by a world of children.

I admit to being a bad person,
Has my twin taken over me.
I hate this bonfire,
my truth or cut wire.
I don't wish to be
as knives are sheathe
and lost to her desire,
things are getting worsen,
try the delicious tree
And blazes the red fire
down an apple sweet juice
Good luck to all of you.

We had a meeting,
or an interference,
into beauty of the stream,
and I rarely dream.
No more poetry
of eyes so green.
Rarely ever seen,
You are so beautiful
and daisy picked pretty.
But I'm of crimes petty.
The ocean was born today,
seashells let our emotions out,
jellyfish warmth under a jetty
A ghost can make me pitiful.

Its the day to feel special,
as a child of someone,
I got denied with simple sins
3 and that is just counting.

Happy birthday.....

Is it true we'll be saved by the son of God,
then why do I feel like a bouncing ball,
held fierce with a lead for aggressive dog,
weeds never ending, growing so tall.

Purple smiles are a dentist's numbling,
I can hear my storm always rumbling,
Never seagulls where I rest to shore,
And yet I never became the water's *****.

My uncle used to tease my ears,
pull out these two dollar coins,
A good man, bourbon, no beer
and now asbestos ruined.

A gun-man was a feared in Tasmania
and remains so in the USA
Now we just have bikie disputes,
and the lost of the respite,
Praise ol' good Australia.

I remember sweet green eyes
purest skin that made me cry,
but this world is full of lies
to torment me to try to die.

And torment is savagery,
when blood becomes ravaged,
We are all in slavery
with no praise to what we meant.

I once shot a cap gun in the face,
of a friend and almost blinded
He became a priest of the human race,
and winded up the clock hurriedly.

I once fell in love with a school-boy crush,
and my heart-beat became such a rush,
That day you wore short skirt and skinny top
I looked away as the thumping had to stop,
You told me to look up into your eyes,
and I saw a diamond in which to daze,
no longer a boy but a man not to laze,
I was the first in your teasing craze.

The snapping
of the branch,
clicking sound from the twig,
we destroy the ones we love,
a feeling inside that's sick,

I could never hurt her,
sphere I thought was clear,
the deer headlights, feel fear,
gentle touch to deafened ears.

I couldn't.......
I wouldn't...........

I have held back all my demons,
ever since I slapped as a little boy.
I don't care for a priest's sermons,
to me, I was just their toy.

Whispers awoken agonizing
coughing as I'm breathing.
I keep them all at bay,
3 bottles of wine a day.

I can never sincerely
give an apology,
My green eyes have yellowed
desperately holding halo.

They crawl like tiny new-born spiders,
in a world so cruel, no longer of wonders.
I trip over an accordion as I sleep,
In my mouth, the demons shall creep.

Twig Prequel.

Time dreams to able heal,
wounds feel open & peel,
sleep stubborn spider crawling
brittle bones munch & mauling.

This is the church
in a photograph
I took with pride,
see the entrance's
heavy door
when its opens wide
starry eyes enchanted
to see the wonders
likes within,
beauty of art-works
etched on windows
as you see.

Walk inside,
Wonder at
architecture,
built by brain-washed
slaves,
fired by a polished
sweet gun.
A dream to die,
Are you merrily
dancing square center?

Time eagerly spins the wheel,
wounds amateur stitched
can dream to be sealed,
but dead can't be healed
skin like paper, rapidly draws,
empty keg that bar-maid pours.

This is the school photograph
where I'm smiling,
third grade second row
third to left drowning
in a sea of happiness
and broken promises,
scarring away
as no peers
or teachers notices.

Wandering,
School built
looks like prison,
the clicking of
firmly held pens,
exclaims ignored
by teachers
irrational student
detention was built
by hell-sent
hiss at never...

I continue,
to love her
Burn Eden's Garden
Its a reminder,
gentlest touch
from heaven.
No church or school,
could ever contain,
and a fountain's dew
could only spray
chaotic waste-ful days.

" Look, sweet heart, a unicorn
munching away in the meadows"

If I could run like the unicorn,
If I could be dreamy in your eyes,
I believe I may be able sprint or fly,
be so happy without your scorn,

You are now the ghost that haunts,
every inch of my bleeding everything,
the wishful in my head that taunts,
ignorance is the reaper that death brings,

The smell of your hair still captivates,
the catch of my eyes upon your skin,
I'm pouring out blood from within,
my feelings have all but been replaced,

I need to find that green filled meadow,
my soul to enter this wonderful unicorn,
Find my freedom away from the darkness,
finally have a life that's full of bliss,

Sick and tired of insomnia,
I need to feel your euphoria,
gentle skin upon my hands,
take me into another land,

" Approach it slowly dear,
Pat it when it knows not to fear,
be gentle, scratch close to its ears"

Sitting in the creek,
having its bath,
reminds me of the bleak,
of which does last,
the unicorn softly grunts,
like a pencil that's blunt

I hear the sound of your gentle voice,
in upon the stormy thundering noise,
brings me joy and such soothing
of our laughter and me being coy.

Does he brings the smile to your dial,
or the laughter that made us stronger,
or is he the wail that will someday fail,
a greeting of arrogance to every meeting,

Happiness is an condition, due to flesh,
do we judge on the outside due to fresh,
we always do and the soul-ful suffers,
I wish I could find a gentle other,

I hear the singing of your sweet lips,
whenever I play back the video clips.
of our love and a family I could have provided,
now I'm left with an empty soul and nothing....

The melody's raw like a tooth is sore,
but those piercing eyes, too hard to deny,
flinching back, I have nothing to hold the slack,
your beautiful face is the thumping chest of race.

Your toes are like snow to be admired
Your hair's like a blow torch to be fired,
skin is so smooth a wolf wish devoured,
your voice is like a god's perfect choice,

Is the flame to blame or my useless shame,
Is your air to bare or the good times we shared,
Are eyes not lies when they say far from cries,
looking into souls we know like the watching crows.

I miss the sound of your sweet conversations,
and now my life is just another ruination,
pretend that his soul has that elegance,
when he's full of that........

**** this.

The paint fades from gutters,
like the color of my eyes,
watch before they flutter,
yellowing, I'm to die,

Looking forward to,
an emptiness sky,
I won't return to you,
this eagle has to fly,

I gave up on hope,
you tied the rope,
its so hard to cope
not even legal dope.....

So many languages,
so many translations
Je ne peux pas juste me détruire,
Je ne souhaite plus être

Some day you will return
once this soul has burned,
extinguished the torch
my feelings are getting worse,

The unicorn's silvery flight,
its eyes are flipping dimes,
the distance to my remnant,
every man answers his crimes,

Some day, I'll answer thee,
and I will not flee,
answer to the judge,
not be so begrudged....

There's a train, calling my name,
and a bus where I felt the lust,
bread crumbs of such hard crust,
and we pretend everything's the same,

The unicorn jumps around the field,
don't try to tame it as you never will,
but its my guiding hand and shield,
as it jumps around, we remain still.

White horse with the horn,
luscious as the corn fields,
a beast to not love the least,
golden is the horn of its crest.

There's an old saying that goes down with the moon,
fluttering the old wings of our old sky owls,
sooner or later we all answer to it soon,
demons we exist whether we have the fowls,

Dancing in the moonlight, is my little angel,
wearing the silvery of the bought bangles,
I'm proud as I teach but she's out of reach,
like the last time I traveled to the beach,

I'm sick and tired of...

A moon light shines and its to become,
demons beware of my custom,
I'm proud to be of both of the bible
and the Cain that killed........

A little white noise,
A little,
A little white noise
A little.....

I wish for my deathly family,
to reach the heavens,
I prayed and I prayed,
and all I copped was more death,

I'm trying to keep myself strong,
but the dire of the breathe,
why should I continue to belong,
I sing to the beat of my suicidal song,

There will always be a tragic romance,
to the beat of a modern day trance,
the fire to the empty streets,
slows down this song's beats,

I try and I try and I try, and I try and I try,
but this little boy's lost and then he died.


I place you on the unicorn,
it gallops around the field,
sweet-heart, you're giggling,
I can feel your gentle shield,

And my lover laughs in the distance,
at the unicorn with her sweet baby,
memories then blur, I'm lost between tides,
and this is when the wound opens so wide,

I always wished for, and it was granted,
never took for granted my once family,
every sin is judged and mine's the decree,
every soul I destroyed is buried in the sea,

Blued eyed unicorns bask in the summer light,
my little girl combs and rubs them till the night,
behind the ears and their gentle little bellies,
her sweet voice now becomes my end......

Your ghosts are my anchors.

Lucy, you killed all of of those babies
Made all their mothers cry
One would say you had insanity like rabies
But your eyes tell me you have already died

Is it this, the terrible society
children are born into these days?
You didn't want them to suffer tortuously
End them peacefully before they were raised?

I can't pretend to know the brutal truth
Normally my Aspergers eyes, tell me no lies
Yours so dark, I see no calm-ness that soothes
Perhaps one day we may understand your reasons why
But could we look inside ourselves, to try to emphasize?
We all think we're not the monsters, we love to despise.....

When an arrow shoots into my neck,
I hope you're cradling me in your nest,
warmth of gentle feathers & beak rub,
as the blood spills over our festive grub,
As the red sprays and it oozes,
I bleed out beneath your *******...

Coughing, sickly bodies
which hits a fever,
what germs get disposed
then comes possessed,
a shore red massacre
a throat line wish to sever

black clouds come and die,
open up blues to lagoon,
splashes waters of no clue,
wolf gathers with keen lustre,
the statue holds back tears
when the pumped fist in gear,
darker clouds draw to here,
when machinery pursues
driven to a conditioned beat...

I know of only one learnt lesson,
the clouds and darkness
like a mist slips right through me,
and the flames no longer burn me,
and no-body can see me.

I wish that I could just click my heels
and this world of a vile Oz,
would swallow me up like a witch
starving in her prey-ful lair.

The slits and pills have no effect,
but a dream-ful non-fake smile
emerges with effortless muscles
drowning in a red filled shadow
one I'm responsible
of my own creation.

I never asked for this life
and the waves keep crushing
rowdily and whirls up
like a hurricane in my mind.

The best day ever of my life,
is now a living nightmare,
Purgatory is circular
There'll never be an end.....

I'm sick of threats
chasing death alive,
there's a constant threat
that I am sure to die,
I'm sick of shadows
and of rolls of the dice,
I'm as in-grained of rice
never dice to roll twice.

She's bleeding like a body self- thrown,
from a suicide from over-path,
desperately tries to dress the wound,
water red with a ****** bath.

A world which threw her to hell,
like dismembered doll parts,
judging her by only her shell
and watched her ship depart.

What you think will make her weak,
will only make her less vulnerable,
every torment is just another brick,
make less sensitive, more able.

What's kind and black is a morning coffee,
but can be demeaning and sticks like toffee,
You are the most perfect of stereotype hosts,
and threw her to streets for perverts to accost.

You left your daughter to die,
and its a price for you to pay.

wish to **** you,
so I don't
hurt a hair on
my loved ones.

But I see in your eyes
that tremble of despair
I'm full of their cries
and of no such flair.

I'm of agony,
alone,
phone's ring
silent tone

Break the toys
as the wrecking boy
Leave alone,
silent break of bones.

Apples, not Pears,
better in fear,
Reaper's here.
New washed tear,
****** runs a laundry,

Erased of a list
wasted in the mist,
a wonder of silently
a hell or teasingly?

I give into the fall,
drowning waterfall,
sink without splashes,
the sick of my lashes,
burial of my ashes,
tried to answer bird's call,
became bouncing ball,
couldn't slam-dunk the net,
and now my end's been set.

Chasing distinguished butterflies
and passively, the rain to wail
direful storms, can't keep dry,
and rapidly, graceful wings fly.

If I was born as your youngest,
who was spared what you did best,
Would you have spared me,
but if it was my personality?

I followed my older brother
now lost to drug induced suicide.
I know that you did apologize,
but a mother's meant to be be maternal,
it was a bit too late too realize.

I am trying but the longer you're gone,
I find it it hard to  hold onto hope,
your later years were full of love,
but they're disappearing like a trick.

And I guilt exploited my father,
who you made throw the stones,
at his tender little fragile head.
I had to watch brother's blood flowed
and I was told I would be next.

The thing I find hard to forgive,
was your sarcastic grinning.
With all the heart/ kidney diseases,
would you have been as your trespasses?

My relief from this world
would be as born to will,
but smothered
with a pillow.

Nothing can destroy the pain,
that stings like it's from a needle,
And the clouds that float to the brain,
No escape from hole buried weasel.

Tracks in arms are not on rails
A boat without breeze cannot sail,
The warmth of such an adrenaline high,
it catches up before we reach the skies.

Who am I but a pale ghost,
Paid the ultimate cost,
Inside out, hard not to contrive
the last time I gave thanks to breeze.

The sands keep getting closer,
the time bottle is no eraser,
I have always contained my demons,
tell that to those reading the sermons.

Ironically, those who have helped me,
have been the Buddhists & Christians,
they know not to cast their stones,
when as humans, we're all doing wrong.

Your flowering wet meadows
reflected, wonder glinting in green eyes,
stumbling arms wrapped in
gentle padows,
tender individual silky drying strands,
elevate every blissful kiss of hair
fingers trembling, marks my scars bare.

Looking out my bedroom window,
I can only see the happy souls,
and the path I bear is the feared,
since 20 and only in second gear,

I just wish for the butterflies,
I can only see in the twilight,
caught between there and here,
the flowing of and then dried up tears,

I don't cry any-more.

There once was insight that did delight,
but you lose the sight and then the light,
all that is left are the little bread-crumbs,
to witches house to be burnt alive.

And forever-more,

Misery has its stakes in a broken heart,
fiery sweet eyes make you sleep past mid-day
you look at the veins of your wrists and wish to sl........
black-ness of cloud formations, as you look for a way.

The morning's rays I block with curtains,
I drink wine, not water from a fountain,
I never seem to have dreams of my death,
Its like I'll always catch my breath.

In an old lane, I bury precious grains,
More precious than Egypt's golden sands
Deterrent  eyes don't strike my emotions
I lost my mum most dearest to me,

If I'm alive and breathing,
how it's so my soul is dying,
I've lost almost everything
and feel I'm now a demon.
Ask yourself, how you can tell,
are my eyes not filled with hell?

I dry the blood from your tiny little eyes
Cradle you in my arms until they arrive
Too late, you're gone, but I won't release
Once I do, as a mother I will cease to be

You were a part of my soul and a demon
took every part of you from every
inch of and every love you had for me
My loss, my every, clarity I don't see

Every loving memory, shattered in a second
Like a hurricane, this day painfully reckons
All it took was a man to disregard your life
For the rest of my days, leave me in strife

Take all of me
You demon
End all of me
You demon
**** all of me
You took my child from me
You're blind to what you see

I refuse to release your little arms
I was meant to protect you from harm
I deny that you are so far away from me now
I failed you, I love you, I took a vow

A mother always protects her baby
From the forces of the deadly
souls of this messed up world
But I could just watch you hurled
Right through the windscreen
I could not intervene
I won't release my grip
This wall lost every brick

Every now inch of me
broken glass of memories
You shattered
The storm weathered
You demon
Destroyed me.
Take every inch of me

I see the truth through troubled eyes,
but not as a child as he puzzlingly lays,
there's no one to live for in my scope,
so I get get high on alcohol & the dope,
I know it'll be a week of in-bed cries
as I cold turkey what ruins my days
My poor father's finding it hard to cope
I believe it's the last chance for hope
A nightmare that I finally woke?

I was sold as a five year old
not a penny but someone's disgrace,
and this is reportingly told.
As males on drugs can't face their face.

I have already glanced the mirror,
and seen my eyes no longer in terror
I respect and will never deface,
but tell that to the human race.

My third book catches the train,
as their abuse causes energy drain
I hope its a day in which it rains,
and all of my blood falls down the drain.

So silently,
smashed to  smithereens
like fallen branches
from a  gum tree.
Weepingly,
agony atoningly,
in a thoughtful breeze,
The leadingly
to cause the whispering,
rocks the balcony of the ranch
Can I ever be free
and live my life not sinfully?
And finally tastefully......

Why can't I just catch my breath
rather than inhaling in death,
I wish my emotions displayed my exterior
as flesh is always such deterrent inferior.

I realize all my useless apologies,
only serves to make me tasteless,
when I react very verbally aggressive
for every in-sincere mark non-subjective

Inside of our noticeable veins,
where pumping blood reigns
lies part of our conscious-ness
Either hated or sometimes blessed.

I was Humpty Dumpty on that wall
but jumped down and learnt to crawl,
and as I finally learnt how to walk
They scribbled maliciously with the chalk.

I should have just fell and broken
up into a thousand puzzle pieces.

I know the feeling alive
will always sunset die,
I'm losing perspective,
Losing channels to live.
Like the bacon to the fry,
Puzzling child's why
No mood motivation,
to hold on affectionately.
A valley under the skies
The eagle magnificently flies
and butter in the mouth
demons head on south.
And a kiss that's lovingly
so expressive of heavenly,
when strikes comes the wood
It would be easy if I could.
But this one's the saint
and my ink would ever taint,
pink looks on gaspingly
dripping wet is her hair
and her perfect expression.........