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....

why is it a nightmare,
to have these dreams,
aspiring to
this  black hawk
that happily flies
to any un-told land
in the skies.
I'm in love with this girl,
with the brownish
and gorgeous
lavish eyes,
wish she
would
welcome me aboard
gently
hands upon
her back,
hanging on
by her feathers.
I won't let go.......

If I was the core of the thrown
away of a sweet apple
you crunched upon,
thrown in the trash
after you enjoyed me,
I feel a gutter throat
of my comfort
of my own zone
coughing as
I sleep and
the daisies
and tulips
sweetening
cherry lips
I wish,
you just
took me
to the sheets
and cuddled
me by
your belly.
Woman,
No.....
lady.

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.

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......

One day, there'll be no sun
and our moon will be destroyed
and eventually we'll die.
We are the only species
that wishes to destroy,
ourselves.
I won't hold my tongue
to the lack of ethics,
there's no morality
and my demons,
rattle in their cages
but I'm trying
to control
all their rages
I can't....
there's red moss
to the corporate
of glosses,
the white walls,
the crumbling
and the falls
I can hold them
but if the
apocalypse
releases brethren
all hell of covers
the bad-*** records
come to the life
of a piercing knife.

I just wish to say
thank-you
for agreeing
that poem I wrote
shouldn't
have been removed.
I do apologize
for losing it
in the past,
and I'll try
much harder
to never again
and ignore them.

I have loved too much,
its just imagery in my head.
You can tease me kindly
and I'll love you fondly,
I know its flirting at the end,
Those all-seeing eyes
like the shining of bright
Pelicans flap and cry
when its not time to fly.
Dead at the end graffiti
A rebel's chest not perished.
These old steps decrepit
barely can take my weight
and my visions are serious,
recent until flaming wheat

Down in sludgy footprints
ants built their colonies
once mud has hardened
& cracks go further
in the ground like
explorers in lost caves.
There's mystery
under-ground
deepest seas.....
turbulent waves
will prevent
the findings
of ancient
cities,
like the tunnels
well truly
buried
under our feet.

I wish the sound of the siren,
will get you off the roof,
you're a crazy ***-*******
but I can't lose you,
The best friend who
was kind to introduce
me to the sweet anarchy
of the pranks and tactics
like when we removed
the lights in a beach side
harbor of fish and chips
and all our chaotic ****.
The flash-lights of police
we had to jump
a barbed wire fence
and the others
got caught.
I was hiding
behind a tree
and I swear
the flashlight
caught my gaze
but you and I
were the only ones.
The three girls
and 4 guys
got carted away
but only you and I...
were the survivors.
It would have killed
our parents,
you sleeping at mine
and me sleeping at yours
Its a trick for the parents.....
God, I miss you my friend,
you may have landed a bomb
but you treated me
always with respect,
despite that police station
news for the nation,
you crazy *** mother.....
You always said,
you'll be on TV,
Hey, its your legacy.....

I'm sorry about the thorns
I hope that these horns
will one day be left to burn

I've danced to my past mistakes
and now the real me is about to wake,
there's no simmering beauty of a lake
that's full of pollution and waste,
I need to forgive and live the human race

I've come to realize my infliction
is based on my bruising afflictions,
and my life needs special attention
as I've burned and axed the bridges,
No-one deserves my own decree

I remember with clarity
and such clear vision,
I was four years old,
and was being shown
the first time in this,
old house of bliss,
I chose my bed-room
by the street's road
window open
to birds and bees.
Spring's air smelling
Now its
my prison
as I'm scared
of the outside.
I wish to be me again
and not the grains
of loss of friends
and family,
the sand pours
without haste,
slamming doors
and this I created.
I haven't left the house
for a straight
18 months.

Dew splashes
in the
winter-time
saturating
everything
soggy
branches
but our
skin
wrapped inside
our houses
immune
to what
we need
on this voyage.

A soaking
in the rain
to me
is
satisfaction
on a grand
and wish-ful
scale.

I don't wish
to be saved
unless the scales
announce
I have failed
but as a flip flop fish,
survived the hail,
of fishing lines,
dreamy is red wine...
Fishing ends
These men
have it made,
as the *****
will flow
to their minds.

This child
once collected
cute
little buttons
and
stamps.
Innocence
gets replaced
once
we become
adults
and its sad
like a loss
of simple
of joy,
like collecting
the shells
and hearing
waves simmer
in their place
of birth.
I wish
we could have
stayed
as children
as they didn't
destroy.
Just played
with toys
and dolls.
Amused.....

The truth sometimes hurts,
like a razor that is sharp,
Conscious full of guilt,
Background noisy harp,
over-takes any clarity
and as your familiarity
horribly diverts,
gas-lighter won't spark,
we forget humanity
and true sincerity
actions of retribution
only leads up to felonies.
Black replaces red hearts.

soft spongy
of lovely pan-cakes
dripping with butter
and a sprinkling of syrup,
The smell of best morning
delights...


In silence, we don't engage
the wheel motions in a cage

Summer has abbreviated
a walk rewinding to a fall,
the second block on a flat
of abandoned to police

Rain pours......
regardless
of your status,
blood stains.

Pain-cakes.

You won't...
take
me as I
present,
and
the world
spins
in circles,
I fear
body parts
rusty
old
gears
and
washed
out
and
dusty
old
Shark,
with
his
wisdom
teeth
coming
thr­ough
to **** him.

Flowing are the rivers
with logs of smashed
dumb tourists
trying to
get to the finish
of this
aggressive test.

No, there's massive
jumps into
boulders
in the waters
Blood drips
and tears
and the
ultimate
is a water fall
of a chance
of
survival.

The lucky
can
get through it.
But karma
is caramel
and sticky
attractive.

and
our death
if no
subtle
respect
and
we breathe
how we live....

I need the guarantee
of this remedy,
mentally be free
of my jealousy.
Ecstasy
escape to heavens,
Heavenly,
Read the guide carefully.
I wish to be seventy
and spread the density,
An angel's specialty
is her soft tendency.
We need them desperately
In Tennessee,
Crunchy Nutty,
glutton sesame
On shelves readily
and great quality.
Gone are dreams yesterday,
No longer a sucker wannabe.
Only someone's vanity
can't express this melody.
& gone is my once destiny
to be cruel to my enemies.
My self help therapy
enables to feel empathy,
I didn't **** Kennedy
but suffered the penalty.
On display is my rarity,
but this is no parody.
We can't blame the deputy
for crimes committed terribly,
I'll never blame the chemically
of a woman ending a pregnancy.
I'll look upon weaponry
as a form of pedigree,
Pearl Jam's song "Jeremy"
announces the recklessly.
We always blame a heresy
to every school shooting
of such tragedy.
If kids had loyalty,
and swallowed honesty,
We all need wings
of acceptance,
so things don't always end
like this so usually.

The emptiness,
of the swallowing
at bottom
of the depths,
they chose
to throw
themselves
in this well
Hoping to
be reborn
to heavens
flesh
gets
eaten
eventually.
But the souls
will carry on.
Street-lights
momentarily
go out.
Fireworks
not on display.

The blue....
lagoon specters
and the lonely clue.
Mystery fire-works
lust in shadowy sin
by the pool side,
leaves the water bled
table side wine
impeccable glasses
fine drops of attraction.

Flowers In Her Hair

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.....

To see....
past
the sea-saw
of drizzling
rain
Can't ride upon
the wet
and saturated.

Only un-comfort
of the fair
of those
horrifying
clowns with smiles
like a hack-saw
upon their faces.

I won't enter
the hall of mirrors
they lie
and they make me fear
my own inhibitions.....

Questions?

Illuminate and be left to dusk
when the dark wraps eyes
and maybe run but......
They'll be the ones running....
In the dark of their silence

Don't die today,
its a simple of my voice.
I can't handle another
I now keep away
from those of no choices,
I've seen enough death

I can't keep you near
if you are leaving me,
I won't be so close
I can't handle

The rain may come but be a hurricane
and my anguish of my sharp felt losses
No- I'm not a trip wire into the fine,
and the red can't exploit of the wine.....

Its a driving instrument
a car, its the most
happiness
and worth the cost
of your student loans
and bank account.....
You don't need love,
just drive to beautiful
scenery
and
past the prettiness
of the country side.

Down on every beat,
not wishing to hear,
the saddened
of violins
crying silently
with careful
sea-sawing
of the
instrument,
it sounds
like
whales
crying,
why harpoon
magnificent?

Its easy to dance through
when the hole has broken whole,
I'm shiny holding a fish's tank
nothing rusty but winding the crank.
I can't be the cracked whole of you,
bad enough a demon sold his soul,
I wish for a warmth of fiery coal
but his number is upon my coat
and his grips are throttling throat.
It so easy to be so dizzy so soon
when I feel the thunder upon noon.
Upon the sleep, no-one to weep,
but how many trip wires to sweep,
as the combatants shall creep......
In the ocean, surprising my fleet.

So, there're crumbs for the frail,
who can't ever hope to sail
And I as a son myself failed
I don't deserve to be bailed...

Just to see your mouth frothing,
and your un-consicous-ness,
and the doctor declares
all your battling and history
has been for nothing.
I still remember
your first hospital stay,
I bought you chewies
that were your favs,
You said "thank-you for this"
With a cheery smile,
though it was the storm
of what was to come.
I asked God to forgive you,
so many ******* times!!!