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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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'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.

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

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?

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.

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

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.....

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.....

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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....

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....

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?

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.

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.

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...

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.

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.

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......

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.........

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.

" 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.