Death dies when hands tremble
leaves my side to inhale her last breath
to a truth that sees behind a lost face.

Poetry is a rumble of the garden's bees
with one spin of a roll of the dice,
protects his queen and dies a hero
and the white leaves his eyes
and the ants rip into his torso.

What's a feeling of a sting ray's given
when provoked to rise and strike?

Moving rocking chair in this haunted room,
you sat in and knitted up the memories,
brushing my face as a child with a broom.

Alice on tv,  with a scope on mushrooms
one born to eagerly fulfil his imagination
of a toy soldier and a world of fantasy.

A death knell will sound the night....

When the marching bands,
tramples & leave to dust,
I'm left with amazing shiny
of profane instruments
strip down & left so bared
what's a flag to innocence,
when juice of apple's compared?

questions, questions, questions, questions

like the morning sun,
how does the dawn,
raise to take it all,

questions, questions, questions, questions,

the night sky,
it braves,
settling of the sun
does it crave,
truly no-one?

questions, questions, questions, questions,

A lonely soul,
no-one knows,
lies on side of road,

-would you make the call?


The storm has come and the rain will always bring,
The losing down the drain of the loosening ring,
The angel loses the vocals she has always sung
and now this demon finally eventually becomes,
lost accept the numbing and crying,
eventually words you say will lose their meaning,
and the bees' pain, feel nothing when they sting,
and the secret of the tide becomes another,
the hell created by what you thought was a tease,
the guilt of emotions is what this finally brings,
you are left to be buried in hell, not the heavens,
your lustful thoughts from your very own tongue,
and now your old body is rotting and dying,
this is on you for your arrogant reckoning.

I wish I could live
inside that happiest
I ever felt in a dream
silver coin of the luckiest.

Walking arm in arm together,
Over a bridge, two lands severed,
Your sweet voice graced clear skies
why couldn't I just eternity lay,

****** brought us together,
but the head is ever hazier
than a skin growth noticed
without care or respite

Mountain air holier than the doves
An early breeze freezes from above
chills the wings of those bird that chirps
strings the emotions of the heart beating harp

One day the branches breaks away
as the flowers are stomped on,
and the silvery glint becomes stray
As a father has shame for his eldest son

Trees rattle but not from a breeze
as a guilt lays down upon the stare,
and the silent ghosts will believe
that never life was meant to be fair

Dominos do not fall always in formation
and even a sociopath realizes compassion
Sticks & twigs did always strike my face,
of a 9 year old wishing love to embrace.

One day this world will be washed away.

Stoney is the breeze hail-storms brings,
failure is the way of our useless fathers,
a dolphin wishes to bring a cheerful sing,
as our our faults halters & gathers.
I can't blame when I'm equally to blame,
I brought down shame upon our name,
Distant seas were more than a chore.

A boil upon knee of Victorian ******,
and vicious ever blows the winter trees,
as we bring the wood and scraps to gather,
Equally as cold as shelter we shall seek
in amongst ruins beautiful & bleak.

I'm sorry my father and my mother,
torn off is the scab that skin had worn
and dust to dust is the light's little born,
just an itch in a little bit of scrap heap.

Weeps comes an angel with a leap
not able to for her destroyed lover,
and the child blows out a four leaf clover.

Through the trees, can feel the breeze,
of gentle flapping of butterfly's wings,
Its a sight that every child should see,
the beauty of the wonder and discover.

Timely old owls that sound you the hoot,
as gentle as a master playing of a flute.
And when the eagles soar like demons,
the kids are amazed, unlike priest's sermon.

The river flows but its the fountain,
wraps the eyes of a child's like beacon,
the most beautiful of all of nature,
they imagine treasure that's sunken.

Through the trees to mother's embrace,
two little girls remember path they traced.
Sweetly hugged around their waists,
the soft saints of a mountain's grace

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 used to dream when I was young,
I would remove all of the thorns
of the most beautiful flowers
and place them in her hair,
lovingly,

Innocence is cute, its so divine,
then you grow up not so fine,
that girl you knew as a child,
can't even remember her name,
sadly,

There's a loneliness to every soul,
eating alone in a popular food court,
they may enjoy the meal, cooked well,
but in the end, solitary doesn't taste as good,

and love declines as the demon in you climbs
and now you realize, its a tragic  fairy-tale
and now the large world appears small
and insects on your skin now crawl,

The realization,
it makes you sick,
now, floating past the jetty,
the strands of her hair.....

I may be able to rhyme
and keep a good flow,
but does it forgive crimes,
worth feast of the crows.
Words flow from my mouth,
but everything's gone south,
I hurt the ones I care about,
and that comes with no doubt.

Friends I truly really love,
wish to burn me over stove,
I can't blame their feelings,
when I cause all the bleeding.
The gardens of the weeds
I'm the devil in their eyes,
once full of such pride,
I need to open mine wide,
to the tide that did divide.

Co-ordinate emotions and reasoning,
Will I be the monster on the telly,
or the dearth of a meal's seasoning,
be trapped in the greedy belly.
Of a demon who planted this seed,
burn down this middle age tree,
and the portrait of me as a baby.

I would stop this if I could
but no reasons why I should.
Give me a reason why I would,
As a child, I was totally shook
left for dead on the floor,
silence of the shore.
The killing of the core,
leave apple seeds behind,
memories I can't rewind,

The wars of one disturbed and flawed,
I thought I had the chaos under control,
but my mind is bouncing off intoxication,
leading to hurting and the devastation.

I am truly sorry for the pain and hurt,
I am covered in mud and all the dirt.
Innocent women of seduction and flirt,
this guilt and shame is legitimate.
I brought on the hurt and the shame,
and I only have myself to blame.

Warning - Suicide Themes.

The echoes in this in-ruins tenancy,
haunts with its peaceful darkness
level 5 of St Martin's Centre.
It was like a true calling,
an end to grip displeasing
the silence of insects buzzing.

I felt a calamity peace
never for long time felt,
shadows clawing out to me,
flick metal of stanley knife
out to a pale simple cut,
wishing blood forever stains
gushing out from my neck.

I could have been a blending
a smorgasbord of a corpse,
read the light in glimmer of creation
I could have been with shadows,
Those resting  call out to me...


How can one such as I,
attracted to the blackened places,
ignite a glimpse of shiny spark
leads to salvation of the blind....

I can't raise a hammer,

just a silvery bending fork.

Is a defence mechanism homing

to stirring assurance missed?
This will haunt me for all my life,

bellows comes out flames in mouth
I caught on slow & never learned,

bumping heads buries this child

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.....

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 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.

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.

Untitled (3 Parts)


Its breaking....
Under sea.
Underneath,
I lost all feeling,
Do fish not feel
the rod piercing?

Sometimes
I was too
Vulnerable
breakable
fragile
young
small
tiny,
me.

I'm getting tired
I'm too weary
to surface.

Resilience,
is not a word
but a death
sentence
of irony plates
I breathe in.

Hey,
do you wish
to see
the worse
in me,
the abyss
snaps
the frame,
Inner child...
its frozen eye...

I still feel,
morning train,
a rush through,
what couldn't
who wouldn't
save me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

rocking the wooden horse,
as dark engulfs black hole,
its par for the course,
when shattered is considered whole.

Autumn leaves drying and fading,
beautiful in snow shy & melting,
Eyes darken and hair whiten,
wisdom wears on me sharpens...
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Dead and buried is the garden
I helped with my little *****,
echoes are days felt yesterday
blowing in the hallowed wind
are all the autumn leaves...

Where's there's dreams,
there's always disbelief,
clouds of silver lining
coins tossed in fountains,
ages covered in grazing,
wishing for lover lazing,
blinded as such to poison,
sprayed on every flower.

Lit up is the exit sign &
evil the twin that binds,
and for love we give a sigh
wishing moments to rewind.

A wish to do it differently,
comes across all too frequently,
Does the diamond ring sparkle
worth divorce & note hackles?

I'll tell you all a story,
of my past glories
My dad was proud
but look at him, now.
Don't believe the wishbone,
standing under the mistletoe,
Dreams will come crashing,
and the blood stops rushing.

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.

A gift that sparkles in city lights.
like xmas trees in December nights,
Dazzling eyes and gorgeous skin,
Pale like the typical English,
but radiates like a burning fire,
the red of clasping barbed wire,
an angel spawned into mortal flashes
more than worthy of the moon's blesses.
My bones free of Anathema's heresy.

You make me a believer.

" 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.

Please Diane,
feel warmth of my hands,
as the water is flowing,
I wish I was your fountain,
I have but **** left to gain,
a shadow disappears in rain.

A flow circulates brain,
but the blood drips down the drain
I wish I could raise like a crane
but I copped the...........

Flowing bubbling spring
A good time to lose the ring
Lying in bed to tomorrow brings
I hate when the birds start to sing.

What is there......

Haste becomes routine tooth paste,
if the body can lift from such waste,
I'm sick of who I am am today,
will a future tomorrow be the same.

Please Diane,
He sped off in the van,
and the stoning's I had to witness
there is no priest who can truly blessed.

I'm so sick and tired.....
I just want to die.

What would you do to pay for evil sins
I could have blamed them on an evil twin
Living within as an excuse for my actions
But we all congregate towards one faction

You can't make excuses for vile
corruption
But as a boy I was free to sail
But this world dropped fat salacious
I was only six when considered delicious.

She has awoken,
words were spoken,
Its hard to supervise.

feelings,  you're the fish been reeling
and any love bites are now sealing

Your unrequited love is ignored,
Your  magic at words is her boredom,

Imagine her flesh taste and sweet smell,
as your journey takes you to hell
and the bell rings of loneliness
never one for God to ever bless.

You would give your life at the taste
of her sweet lips and without haste,
but she was born perfectly beautiful,
and her halo is so angelical.

But you, how are you with the demons
aggravating such a cruel meaning
Not born with those white wings
and never able to lullaby sing

Is beauty on the inside or the flesh,
Psychology will give you a wish
Curiosity kills cats and yourself
as you dream so much of herself.

A dreamless with a knitting machine
my skin in the flow of the stream
washes down into all but a dream,
starry eyes are closed in disbelief.

An angel flutters fallen awoken,
a gift to the unable spoken,
piano keys switch to a different key,
I'm finding it too hard to breathe

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

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

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

Demons are all around the angelic,
am I all but one a dreamily saintly?

I'm not scared of dying,
just without a warm hand,
of a lover's embrace,
until dead in the morning,
my body aches as my mind,
the brain does not function
like yours or anyone's else's,
a symptom of Aspergers's
god's terrible disease,
inflicted upon birth of me,
I can't stand up straight,
I can't even generally relate,
my birth-mark is of lonely death,
I can't wait to take my final breathe.

She'll never see
the truth which axes trees
I've come to learn to be
the mess that follows me.

For all the fallen crumbs
loaf of bread freshly baked
intoxication dumbs a cake
embers burn out before a wake.

My shame lies in hidden shadows
portrait from crumbly hidden wall
melody lost from old grand piano,
gathering guilt of this mouse's tail.

No joy mis-giving of dark horse's wraith
contrasts belly retro giggling laughs,
fragments as stony capsule freezes
rips tomb of arts,  false idols burning.

The divinity of the sweet ****** Mary
open eyes to ***** which buries
tiny legs swaying certain innocence
wonderfully proud of rocking horse
a moment that I wish have paused.

Nightmare of paralysis claws
the remains of rusted sealed door,
a burden can't balance demons
if water's impure  careless  creation
of a man-made poisonous bore...

Stains the metal
ancient are red tinted forever more
raise of dead daisy petals,
Why raise the Olympic bar
for these under performing scores?

Same as older, and obsess over,
left overs, random order
but all over again....

Am I this sociopath biting your ears
With the breeze, did I become your fears.
Am I a crowbar from ceasing your gears,
Am I in your thoughts as the night draw nears?

There's a crack that keeps getting bigger,
childish giggles and a little snicker,
Do my eyes shine a death night stalker,
behind a tree I see the doggie walkers.

Am I the the madness loading a shotgun,
Am I the craziness shooting up for fun?
There's a tide for every harrowing day,
And the rips harass me in every way.

When I travel by skies to your lab,
I slow down flapping of my able wings.
Soar beneath so I can see your eyes
they're memorized at an eagle outside.

***** soil beneath lies a snake coiling,
I swoop down and with my ****** beak,
throttle it's hissing neck from side to side.
Silently as the ninja holds its rage

Ever the romantic prevents poisoning
from one who seems princely dashing,
and if the eagle's eyes seem worrisome,
he's just sick of being so lonesome.

The balloons circulate and suffocate
I'm dying right now?
I can't breathe through the plastic
Wind no chance in a closed building,
I punch them away
but only get a breather
before they emerge right back
and I suffocate and now its time to die......

Most children enjoy balloons,
mine only give me pure agony,
Surfed and stacked as a kid
and they are not of helium,

They approach like insects,
curiosity and instinct
but really are after my final hours
blow the candle out, please......
Its time to die.........

The beauty of graceful sunsets lost,
the price of non rewind deep wound cost,
addict blows the ***** itching & bleeding,
losing cardboard parts to a child laying
in the sun as the needle stings & pierces.

Lost a deep nerve frantically fierce,
reach out and touch the piercing stars,
its time to play so lets rehearse,
dream of kingdom comes remains far.

Fire in his belly as liars are on the telly
ramble and scramble, pretend to be able
screaming, ranting, pointing bony fingers
as flesh becomes death at their two cents.

" Mummy, what will I be when I grow up?"
"Son, you'll be an astronaut traversing
planets with your eyes of curiosity,
making me proud upon my death."

Sits in a ***** crack house smoking
visions of a mother's paternal dream.

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.

It can't get better,
than the flow of ice,
drifting of your eyes,
a taste of buttery cries.
smooth and silky
as the tide is shifting,
while the raft,
has a hole and's sinking.

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.

Could you learn to love a creature
with uncharacteristic features.
Could you live and breathe in,
the **** I feel within,

Are paintings subjective
like difference of opposites,
of tides before a dawn,
attempted killings of a fawn.

Is the piano the hardest
of all the instruments
to learn from a natural talent
or the red of burnt out sun sets,

Why is Anathema a beautiful word,
a curse of the blue in fireworks.
Why was I the demon's flesh
that he forever relished?

Yesterday's old woman millings,
to a rusted old wind-screen-shield,
& the torched stranger in corn fields
produces crops none shall wield,
against the killing & the ******
but the flame-thrower welding,
against a knight that heralds,
a shield for which for blocking,
but the fields lay ablaze in dying,
and the starving in which eloping,
to those eager to hold on to living,
as the hounds bounce glorious beagles,
and eat up what boney hands cluttering....
A feast before they too become death.

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...

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.

Please don't try to call,
as I float down empty halls,
my corpse near the lift lobby,
all this for my favorite hobby.

What's a name in shame,
if the crime doesn't get blamed,
and all because of fame,
Is this real life or just a game?

A rhythm to no brevity,
holding on to sanity,
but my yellowing silently
tells me I am dying,

A cause, forced without the small talk,
learn to crawl before you can walk,
the gravity of this situation,
criminally is my reality,

But I brought on the storm,
the hail blasting my chaos,
still the child bumping heads,
throbbing, wish I was dead,

You can't look into those hurtful eyes,
and pretend to let sleeping dogs lie,
you can't rhyme a story, has no glory
In the mirror, I can't see the holy,

Am I lost so completely,
I feel so insecurely,
no seat belt before the crash,
the drums and the brash.

Have I always been dead,
a book that's never been read,
fearful I go forward and tread,
but was stale always the bread?

She is lovely,
very pretty,
rosy red lips.
attracting
all of the sins.
Radiant green eyes
reveal a queen's card
Uncomfortable
of her skin.
She wishes,
" not a thing to me"
I'm a human being....

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.

I escape to a shiny lake
where waters are calmer,
my mistakes are not raked
and the waters are warmer.
But without sting rays
and cold-ness of days,
This town is deserted
and the bar is so empty.
I dream of flirtation
and of illumination.
So much for singularity,
bringing one to peace,
and thoughts come tumbling.

I was wiser than the God
who captured a red vessel
that I pressed my head
towards your chest
and could hear it beating.
Eyes sparkle angelic
and a puddle slip,
ends all of my dreams.
I wake now to the barking
of a senile old beaten dog.
An evaporation drinks
up the pavement puddle.......

What is colder than the rain,
warmer than the soaking,
faster than AN OUT OF CONTROL TRAIN.

What is older than God's wisdom,
Moves rapidly like the pistons,
Words that you say hesitantly,
when the smell is pleasantry.

What goes on behind those eyes,
and the impact of belly-ful cries.

Why do we wait as our one's to die?

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...........

She appears like a quiet flow
of gentle timeless and pure glowing
show from a waterfall of sustenance.

Smooth skin, angelic sweet of a gift
touching my demonic diary memoirs,
frozen in time as the pages flicker
and re-writes like a newly pressed hand.

Her eyes a purity of splashes
of green illustrated
mesmerizes me
with a gaze loving
silk sown teasing dress,
fiery red silky worship
of every flick of hair
rosy painless smile
and cheeks I hesitantly dare
but as this keeper of the fires,
she not even be-wares...

Arrogance smirks as lungs bursts
and I realize a prince's calling,
divine is holy  to steal from apple tree?
But does not the sun need the moon
so the uniting of light merges with dark?

If temptation of two heart shaped
touching fingertips leads to ruin,
then let it **** well be,
ancient crumbling drawings
will be scrawled on every wall in hell
as I'm lost to something never to sell.
Warmth of a Goddess born to heavens
Lips moist like berries I tastily inhale...

I'll bring you stories,
of the one heart beating,
an end to thumping,
then the one dying,
the burial of daffodils,
and all of the roses,
story of sorrow,
the one of tomorrow......

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.

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.

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.

" Get off the road, quick!"
Listen carefully,
Maybe just in Australia,
they all say that.
I don't know......

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.