Spitting, wisdom of the snake,
injects me with paralyzing venom
damage done, what could I have been?
I contemplate softly, to devil seen.

There's no comfort of warm blanket,
My eyes are open to satanic lies,
but also to the un-truth of a God who died,
Spinning top, to cries in wind as I fly.

There is a dark shape that follows me,
Beneath me, over me, swallows thee,
guilt builds up, like a circus which never stops,
I hear the whispers whenever I eavesdrop......

I get swallowed by pain that's hallow,
I am but cargo to my evil shadow
I sit and sip my intoxication bliss,
I am but the this to what I'll miss,

I am all but innocence in my own eyes,
I can't live with my own sins and lies,
I am but anyone to catch dove as she flies,
I am anyone to turn to with questions why.....

This demon, it sits and watches over me,
waiting for vulnerability that it will see,
I am the guilt lit up for all flames thus seen
I am the in-between to what could have been.

We and are the dreamily stage
and now its bad unkept leftovers,
The town stage has been frozen
and lost forever in her maze.

Sun claws to surface spitting dirt,
That sweet girl like strawberry yoghurt
never took to eyes that never flirted
your words as friend asserted.

Break the golden vase upon my chest
always a kindly breath of a guest
a final spectre of a past event,
let go as gentle beach kindly flows.

A brick cracks through concrete.
walking through the city and its places.
swan with a frown and I imagine a gown
gorgeous skin came from which she sown.

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.

There's a light in the clouds
Pushing through the rain
Only the waterfall's loud
Now, there's no hurricane
The birds return to their songs
After an absence of blue skies
Spring replaces the winter long
Harmony over past silent cries.....
Hares play in the long grass.
Lions bask in the warm sun
How long will serenity last
How long will warmth be cast.
Rhinos bathe in the nearby spring
Platypus splashes as he swims
Warm embrace of spring's return
The animals are the ones to confirm...

The darkness surrounds and is inside of me
The night is when my soul sets free
Rambling homeless fill me with stories
Lost loved ones and long past glories

The darkness over-whelmes my heart
I am addicted to the blackest arts
Horror films, satanic bibles
I give birth to a new revival

I need fear to arouse my blood
The bathtub becomes a flood
dripping red and overflows
I don't need my flesh cargo

A creature now who feeds
on modern anxieties
I whisper in the ears
of out-dated christian fears

I am dead and so are you
I will teach a new break thru.
Rid your flesh, enter your mind
One by one, I end man-kind.

I once was attracted
Now I am darkness
A creature of the night
Let the bed bugs bite!!

There's a constant buzzing
its in the nearby garden,
I can see the unique beauty
of the butterfly wings.
But I refuse to engage,
I reinforce this cage.

The colors so much captivate
but there's a drowning to the wait.
Can't you just understand me?
I've driven in with all my pleas

Its not a square but the stanley,
I'm trying not to get so wasted,
A screwdriver can never always,
sometimes the screws will run and run,
but never settle in and to the stead
A square though replaced the Stanley,
can't bring upon a release of the breeze.

Deer, never learns a lesson,
since spawn of the fawn,
gentle eyes, can't manage our skies,
gentle strokes and we lose within.

A manic toddler brushing all sin,
an animal though has no conscious
but a belly rub doesn't go un-noticed,
never noticed silence in gum trees.
Strands of hair, giggles in breeze,

Child can't anticipate arrows of  death,
the last tug out, draws a last breathe,
A boy to a man or instinct's a monster
move forward with a war monger's roster.

Pour salt on the wound that's healing,
intensity pain of the one bleeding,
Ride the seas to tease of emotions,

May the storm come forth and electrify
as I touch a live wire to say goodbye,
the haunting keys of the piano presses
gets softer as I lay, the sound lessens,

Last thoughts are of the sea-gulls
stealing our chips with vocal cords,
sneaking in to fill their tummies
as our lips lock together yummy.

You cannot comprehend
the raising nature
of salty pretzels
having empty solitary.
A casting of a wand
burning of thick fur,
a factory that minces
blood spills on the lands.
Lollies from a stranger,
saints are ******* devils,
ruin sowings of residents
A hang out in the diner.
Where they whisper & conspire
to spill out all your guts.
Feast on belly tasty fats,
A quietness of sickness.
Talks of lopping chicken heads
from one whose a hitchhiker....
About to spill my cravings,
living is flesh upon dying,
expired  to dead tissue.

This creek runs so deep,
my voice has no release,
Secret are my fingers,
typing up my poetry.

I need to remember,
what mama said,
to live peacefully,
A cold peaceful breeze,
as good as I have the fan relieve.
I'll keep it on me, blowing,
As I continue to breathe.

I won't shiver under sheets.

Waters flows from fountain as she showers
Siren with the lust just to have children,
She's only looking to score, not for thee,
Babies are on her mind, like the daisies,

You think she lusts with the things she'll do
but her body hides feelings in your gut,
seduction, memorizes, temptation,
Blue eyes like lagoon, you don't have a clue,

Seeds are the only thing and not your weeds
Trust becomes the stale of your bread crust
After she slits your throat and the next chapter,
birth to her little one was your small worth.

joy, man's child he can't enjoy,
Siren knows sacrifice has forgiven.

Colder than the fields
of those dewy mornings,
Bolder than the wield
of swords on Mondays.

He may casually sleep
but hates he rarely dreams
trembling lips weep
a rusty anchor underneath.

He swings a scythe
grinding his teeth
Wishing passion of lips,
instead of passerby tips

If I was born 60 years before,
when people spoke to faces,
I would have looked in your eyes
and faced all of the scrutiny?
Is it true that doves only really cry
what does that leave for humanity,
when the tide always leaves the shore
upon blessing of your skin pores?

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.

I breeze through endless of the trees,
I lose my way in which I choose,
Broken souvenirs will appear,
Fears jam and stuck in first gear.

Hands buried last in quick sand,
eyes focus to ears whispering,
silver stars, captured in jars,
glittering like your stare, focusing.

There's a horizon I can't reach,
A cliff that hands can't withstand,
A hawk soars above my shore,
As I sink further to thoughts within.

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 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.

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.....

I'm far beyond,
a simple craving,
beast of heresy,
words are twisty
like twisties.

A time to devour
is the witch's hour
but has no honor
sacred of fragility
beautiful & kindly.

She's only 29,
but sweeter than rose wine,
a silence cracks the breeze,
salty is no pepper-mint,
but all cars have dents.
Not long before experienced.

What if, the horizon ends, as I walk to the top floor
Will I find Jesus, a broken mirror, or an evil black cloak?
Fractured eyes, a dead silence, a hope to not be more

Tunnel waves, trapped inside, no soul but I
Will I dream forever, not wake up, eternal slumber
Hope no nightmares, wishful thinking when laid
burning soul, light a match, gasoline over journal

Perhaps a chance, greatest lover, be by side to end
No Poisoned chalice, warm to hold, cradled in arms
Restless us, we too tired for sleep, break and then bend
Calamity, inside of me, peaceful sanity, golden charm

Meaning of life, found a soul, not my own to love
What’s above? Decide my sins, flooding within I
Point your finger, aim it to neither hell or above
I just want, forever darkness, no aware-ness when died.

Endless nothing, tired of something, too weary to go on.
What’s my truth? Poisoned apple, cruel existence here
darkness in mind, can’t picture but imagine black swan
Greatest day, love in the rain, tidal wave, then aimless fear

Time for judge, jury and executioner to hang my sins
Burn thy corpse, never existed, painfully was never here
Time advances, forgotten legacy, never was in my skin
My ghost looks on, forgotten in their minds, I disappear.

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...

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.

I'm skip hopping the ropes
Tired of trying to cope,
losing sight of all hope,
taking all the dope.
On a slippery *****
A random  country goat,
the paddles without a boat.
I try to warm the air,
but arn't no country fair,
I'm in the city,
and a zombie.
Tells me to stop writing
I want my old life back please,
Before I'm deceased,
but wouldn't you believe....
In 50 years , I have my legacy.
It will be my poetry.

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......

A feather falls out,
of his left rear pocket,
nothing to rave about,
continues partying a rocket.

Turn out dry running of plumbing,
an end to days of running
a cease to a blob's that stopping
is always a child's **** lies.

Don't try to turn water on,
a freshly made little scone.
I said no to raspberry Jam,
not in any way, another jammed.

But excuses are just coughing,
playing up motions of the day.
I wish I could work out,
this song's they're are about
head-smart are drone flies,
Your scent of strawberries
and you never sprayed the fragrance.
They don't go to bed with **** lies.

unto the wiser,
simmers up the same,
it piles up,
and a tablet's dissolved.
Lets all make up and play pretend,
cowboys and Mexicans
Lets all shoot off the cap gun,
and a border for the run........
the sentimentality
of green eyes resolved.

She walks and they talk
through the food-hall,
asian cuisine on the menus
a tray to help yourself,
sits alone with
her ginger chicken
spicy and hot,
doesn't feel alone
with the strangers
chatting a-lot.

Never sweet in a certain nectarine,
like unripen grapes before you buy drapes,
Curtains may close your open soul
but red flows always from the glow.

Lonely, naked, in the corn fields,
a stranger to this new awakening,
stitching upon new found flesh,
upon the recently perished dead.

A ****** vessel cannot sail,
and the pull-ness from the tide,
and the fields whip the wind gale,
and this leaves the shape open blind
the blind-ness sees with open shut eyes

spinning sweet, saliva,
to our child-hood waifa
innocence turns to antics,
bronze bleeding from spear,
your lips turn to frantic,
and I turn in, surrender defeated.

A tide is the ****** and thirsty,
a victim to grind of the axe,
sweaty eagles dive into the river,
to die and can't seem to relax.

The eagle's claws so sharp,
and the angels play the harp,
watching the hare ripped apart,
another gone glow, child eat the ****.
a witness to a storm of chaos,

the rodeo and all whipping lassos,
the burying and the death
shallow of the sands,
I break apart to bounce up to breathe,

The ending of a situation,
is the end of a creation,
fifteen years
can't find the gears,
lost in the now and here,
breathless and I fear.
the applause was the cause,

my craft became a special art.
I'm shot in my bleeding goose neck,
and **** of my end is my card's deck,
it will end with the joker's card,
or offensive song from the bard.

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.

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.

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.

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.

The photo memories.....
sinking in my sweetly gulped pills,
did you ever anticipate
the pain your hands would bring?

I stare around in an empty classroom,
feel like the dirt of your fussy broom.
"wash and wipe your feet before coming in,
but ignore the violence of my troubled sins."

If I could dismember all the eyes that leer,
find an opening to land the heart shot,
jump a wall of all the demons drawing near,
How can I run when I chose to feel the shots?

This day, I wish didn't, would not invade,
but I see the smashing of every single mirror.
How monsters are not born, procreated,
and as I sink into oblivion, nothing's more clearer.

I'm still drowning in that bathtub,
can't release to see the sun,
flowing through my mother's tears,
her gentle touch & skin rubs
trying to make me feel better.

A day's forecast wish brought all the storms,
photographic memorizes all and before.
Throttling hands I visualize yesterday,
and I'm the monster is what they say.

These photos will never blacken and fade,
like polluted waters the ducklings wade,
I wish I had drowned in that bath,
I wouldn't be the cause of your aftermath.

The raven's beak smashes into the eggs,
to eat up the yolk and take one for the road,
for his mate who distracts the humming-birds,
by flying close to the nest and causing distraction.

By the time the hummingbirds realize,
what's left in the nest is a yellow slime of a mess,
their babies lost to the hunger of these evil birds,
smart, intelligent and as cold as their deadly eyes.

darken sharp wings and no love in their eyes,
they'll snap up anything that can easily die,
worms, insects, eggs & the babies in the nest,
Satanic birds, be at your wariest.

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.

Know I dream restfully
but not dreamily,
My imagery
carries my scars.

A night peacefully,
and clouds seemingly,
I know of my sins,
they seem to pass through me.

Next day sunrise,
Aware-ness to flares,
All of the zombies
I'm trying to clear.

The red-zone I've cleared,
but is it free of my fear,
when death is always near,
switch from  4th to 1st Gear.

No........

You can't escape the fate,
of what we did of all the hate,
of the muscling strong,
burn in all the longing.....

Can you see through me?

Every ****** black book has a name in it,
and yours is in every page I have written,
every story ends with stakes that are gory,
I wish my genetics were tight and so holy,

Wisdom comes from those who breathe,
but they don't inhale in all of the death,
Pigeons pick my leftovers near my knees,
they trust me because I'm of earthly,
I'll leave some seeds upon my legs,
they'll fly up and begin to peck,

And I'm free, as chaos restrained,
until what's left is bloodstain,
A river run dries until fills with red,
I forget the last time my wrists bled,
I have enough ****** to sleep forever,
I'm just sick of being the leftovers,

I dream a song to go with her whistling,
the cold, left me freezing and bristling,
the wise man says, conscious will remain,
but I'm hoping to catch circling train,
That is empty of all the carriages,
but I can go through remnants of luggage,

Swallow what's to lead me to sleep,
everlasting, peaceful and angst dreams,
End this life with her ****** black book,
signing off, on the day of grief that shook.

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?

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.

I could have had a gorgeous hug
from a daughter as a morning mug,
stimulates without the alcohol,
or a son at his first day at School,
A father washing the dishes each night
as she cooks, its the thing that's right.

I'm cooking into a storm
eating all the grassy worms,
You could always dish
but I couldn't take it.

Gorgeous is the Unicorn's mane
Gone tomorrow a useless name,
bring on all the storm's lightning
Harrowing is truth she sings.

Eyes sting of that sea salt,
I walked in amongst a cult
and the realization
was still loneliness.

How low can a shadow branch
as rusty shotgun at a ranch,
terrible are leaves diseased,
but at least they are conceived.

And the fiery flames in your hands
don't hesitate like little clams,
And a borderline in chalk
The shadows always walk.

Never will try to amend
You always dish it out
but I couldn't take it,
lonely is the saucer about
I'm tired of all fleeting
I'll never be your friend,
emotions are in drought
Keep wishing I will die,
I'll emerge a butterfly.

Keep dishing it out,
I refuse to....
but my emotions
always feels it.

Bless the spears ****** for the dears,
Strike so fiercely for the one draws near.
Rest assured you're just part of the herd,
Blinded by sworn of her gentle words.

Silence are the words ever deepening,
though your hair locks are happening,
and your eyes and the tightest of flesh
detention's out in time for recess
and your thirty five year old body
its scary how you remind me
of the old days of summer school days
Lets not ever but least experience them.

Snap a wishbone to have some fun,
you are the answer to a loaded gun,
I think only in time you''ll ever understand
a fool's relishes comes with such delights,
his guidance his only third eye sight

Come on and lets snare a wolf
**** his make-believe contours
Its a shame when in his hood
he's still preying through the woods,
pretending to be the *****,
that all that we fore-saw.
And this enlightenment,
burn all the bugs and figuratively,
lost to a late Matinee so drunkenly.

You walk away, oh hell can’t you always stay
I dream of you and sometimes see you during the day
Flawless beauty, in my mind a picture I always keep
This flawed individual can only think of you and weep

Be with me….. During sleep, I like to dream
That one day, you will heat up my blood-stream

Words they speak, I only hold on-to the ones you say
Golden rays, every moment with you of every day
Nothing heals like a smile from your perfection
Can’t you see, you could be my resurrection

Be with me…..I know it will never be
Can’t you see, this torments all parts of me
As I sleep, I see you in my dreams
As bright as the sun, your smile beams on me

As beautiful as a radiant blue sky
The shiny sparkles of your dreamy eyes
are the reason I can live positively
And resist the urge to end all of me

Be with me….. I know I’m lonely as the sea
Be with me….I wish you could see only me

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.

Goodbye to rest-ful
of a night' sleep,
& that I need it,
A conscious is what I need.

Take that part of  ****** limbs
with the blade that's Serrated
my thoughts remember serenaded
forged in ****** Mary's salvation
and the guilt of  flocks of sins.

Goodbye to trust,
grainy over tasty white,
sins of the lust
and fills me no blight,
erase that part of me,
that sickly of a demise,
fills up me with Burdon,
sick of being un-deserving
but the waves  washing bringing....

I wish to kiss the forehead
of the saintly Jesus,
but I'll never be worthy
of the one so holy.

Goodbye to this waste,
a bitter tombstone taste
saving are the bottles
which we trap the insects,
and lets roll over the pins,
Its easy to judge the monomict,
a rock that never has a cause
but I'm so sick to my guts,
of denying all the facts,
what matters a true monument
ignore all  talented  scientists
but which a son God did once bring.

I loved you with all my heart
so mother why pummel me like that
you ripped a little soul apart
like a drop of an unspoken hat
I don’t understand your reasons
Carried on through the seasons
Why did you have to choke me like that
I loved you un-conditionally
you bashed me un-consciously
I wish I could understand
how you could love and hate me so much
I’m staring the abyss in the face
I could never feel god’s grace
you destroyed me, I was little
so fragile and so very brittle
I died when I could only take so much
We are not that resilient
We are not at all hesitant
To love you with all of our love
We won’t know fulfilment
We didn’t know resistance
We are in-significance
A child lost his confidence
Never again…..
Never again……..
Never again……
Never……
Never will I raise up and touch the flag
suffocate me in a plastic bag
I am but a broken heart-beat
I am damaged, incomplete
I love you so much
writing this rips me apart
but I won’t have to write this
ever again…..
I love you so much but my heart
can never mend

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.

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.