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.

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.

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

Yes, I remember as children
I stepped off of the sea-saw,
You fell flaming so fast
But your tears gave me no blast.

The red-ness scratching
not pure as your golden locks,
I wasn't here to wake up
and you were as blue as the docks.

Catholic school with all their rules
and the library tomb of overdue books,
Giggling beside me was a little daisy
who thought it was laughs and funny.

I could re-examine
all of the exams,
that make up the tools,
Or its time to disarm.

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?

Summer angels, dance on fields so bright,
cloaked in sunbeams, pure and light.
Whirling wings catch the warm breeze,
whispering tales to the ancient trees.

Summer angels, float in the sky,
chasing dreams where seagulls cry.
Sailing on a sea of blue so wide,
their laughter echoes like a joyful tide

They hum like bees
around Lady Liberty's peace,
rest upon shores after,
where Japan's waters gently release.

Before they rest, they grin,
like an innocent child's happy beam,
and like tightly woven seams,
fall into the night, sleep in a serene dream.

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.

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

I took my lovely niece at 9 years
to the city as she's never been
She grasped my hand, through the fear
of strangers, never known and seen

Never a father but that time I felt one
Paternal over an innocent lovely one
I grew her confidence at the movies
A disney film that was spooky
Such a lovely bond her and I

Now, she has kids of all her own
So proud of how she has grown
Still so lovely, and so strong
And a lover to that she belongs

I can't mock
the funeral discretion
shaking hands
with a stranger,
brought us together,
in this now and ever.
The catholic faith,
though I don't appreciate
She's waiting for me,
once I get it all together.
Seagulls that flock,
with no pretension
upon shore of lands,
two costs of feathers.
I doubt this but the wind
and all of the trees
are a wing gush underneath.

Restless shores never sleep,
a flashing illuminated,
Once a voice now so seeps,
Crafted into a baby creation.

The eyes still keep weeping
over the fascinated,
as the night shall ever creep,
a father's guilt is his sadness.

A picture is illuminating
a shore where sea shells delighted,
a hell that bleeps crucified
Is now my nest to be set alight?

Drink Driver Part 2, A Mother’s Tears
When I dream of sunshine running through streaks of your hair
Child, I have to absolve the pain I can no longer bear
Take my hand, I imagine you one more time
Life can only without you ever be the same

I now walk alone with muddy feet near the shore
You’re building sand castles, once more you’re whole
You smile at me, wave and disappear in the waves
Then I find you again, exploring the nearby caves

God, let me hold her once more before the fall
she was so precious, and now I feel so small
A void in my soul, a voice only I could know
The darkness absolves me when I hear her call

When I see the seagulls flying so I wish I could too
I would fly to the heavens so I have peek of a view
See you playing with the other angels happily
But reality sets in and I am stuck here sadly.

Let me brush her lovely sweet hair one more time
Let me feel her laughter as she plays and climbs
Let me hold her so tight and make things right
Let me say goodnight to my angel in white

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.........

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 *******...

Sadly,
hoping,
wishing,
tenderly.

All through the night, I hear the howls
of a wolf's heart pounding away
without the predator's angry growl,
looking for fate to sway its stay.
Sometimes the hooting of the owl
is on hold until the very next night....

Your absentee is noticed as warmth is removed
as the car battery conks & there goes ignition
the heater turns off as the car won't start over.

Sometimes a spark of magic can ignite
and the wires will spark that little flame,
while frosted windows are lost in little details
and you can hear a beast searching the trails.

What was as sweet as candy,
but got broken by the storm,
I slept under my bed,
Lightning would sooth me,
but footsteps echoing.....
You tried to shoot every bird
in a formation of a fleet,
but again, you only shot down one.
Pinky swear is forever sworn.

There are many different words,
relate to so many different songs,
and the voices we once heard,
now the battles in the heavens.

A sweet-ness to train of carriage,
reluctance to arranged marriage,
fools gather to wipe out virginity,
thinking it's an escape to serenity

A girl screams out bloodily
as a fountain is their steam,
there is no loveliness,
No wish luck to the heavens,
when a fountain lacks a stream.

Broken little eyes once in your pride
Your shame can only open you up wide,
Do you wish a dish upon their death
Shadows don't backtrack, nor do I...

There's a storm brewing and I swear
you ******* are not my followers.
Heed my words, but do you even care,
of a fate that you chose to wear.
Do you even see past flesh that's fair?

Her wooden spoon was her own shame
and conspiracies became crimes,
So many like the word Hurricane
is the moon or sun to blame.
When a child's curiosity wonders,
what lies after the beating spoon,
in a room if imaginary cocoons.,
the Angels and the air breathes of dew

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.

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?

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 ?

little cracks recedes in the pavement,
weeds growing between cement blocks,
the random-ness of fruit placement,
some get bruised and hard around the clock.

the mystery of cutting of the arms,
when the ***** bleeds inner turmoil,
a hair-pin's gold in every barn,
hidden within the hay and the soil.

Her gentle eyes creates my tomb-stone,
a dove comes to pick seeds of the red roses,
over time the flowers dry and rot,
like first day I was placed in a cot.

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.

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.....

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

Lies are mixed up in this stew,
illustrating can be so cruel,
there's a voice left or only a few,
a witch will boil the brew,

Under water, the happening,
reborn again as a shiny,
flip and no, there's no tails.
I'm not under breathing
of the dice rolling heads.

I'm reborn.
Check mate again.
Flushed with red cheeks,
I'll now begin shooting.

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.

I may get no reply,
its breaking
and I'm no liar.

I'm no American,
its a simple bye bye,
No clause ascendants

Free of never alone,
You don't ever see,
the hearts I'm breaking,
your tongue, sweetie.

Heaven's
a still water,
congregation,
filth before filter

The shaking body,
prostitution,
I can't confuse it,
Awoken  I am hit
And I'm of no oxygen
upon his breathe,
last upon death.

You don't know how I love,
sitting here is riddle to the fact,
exactly composure to exposure,
A quietly to about,
those lonely graves,
horror films with no doubt,
Comes a morning with FBI flags,
and leaves me with a redden rag.