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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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?

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?

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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?

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!!

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.

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.

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....

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?

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.

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.

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.

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

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 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.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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 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.....

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.....

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.