She was stuck - wanted to move on and be free,
I still loved her, and she still loved me.
How was I going to solve this problem and end it,
How was I going to pick up her pieces and mend it?

I devised an idea - a very tricky plan,
Multilayered, complex and hard to understand.
I had to make her think it was her choice to let go,
To do this took weeks and initially was slow.

She became rude, mean and I felt tormented,
It was not part of the plan but helped implement it.
I called her out on her rude awful ways,
She got so angry - the fire set ablaze.

Cut off all connections just as I foresaw,
I had done the impossible - but now I was no more.
The hardest things in life come at great cost,
Even though I know I did the right thing - my heart is lost.

She now thinks it was all her idea,
Maybe one day I'll get to explain it all to her and make it clear.
Then she'll see the brilliance and the sacrifice I made,
To lose the one you love - the highest price paid.

I loved her dearly but she had changed drastically too,
She was cruel, mean, hurtful and I promise this is all true.
It made carrying out the plan a lot easier I shall say,
Nonetheless I will never forget that day.

The plan was put into motion and she cut all ties,
She could now finally move on - our relationship was at a demise.
She was stubborn which made it easier to do,
As long as she thinks it was her choice the plan will carry through.

So she gets to be happy,
So what about me?
I carry on knowing I ultimately have made her gleeful and free,

I feel sad from time to time,
I miss her a lot - after all she was once mine.
One day I hope to sit down with her and explain what I had done,
Show her that it wasn't easy, awesome or fun.

Anyway E, I don't know if you miss me,
Once upon a time the ironically named 'Fatty'.
I do not know if you will ever read this,
However I can say without a doubt - you I truly miss.

We are the genuine men
We are the fulfilled men
Standing together
Headpiece filled with ideas. Huzzah!
Our powerful voices, when
We cheer together
Are loud and meaningful
As wind in wet grass
Or dancing feet over wooden floors
In our damp attics

Shape with form, shade with colour,
Dynamic force, motion without gesture;

Those who have crossed
With indirect eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Forget  us—if at all—not as found
Peaceful souls, but only
As the genuine men
The fulfilled men.

Eyes I dare meet in nightmares
In death’s dream kingdom
These do  appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a whole column
There, is a tree standing
And voices are
In the wind’s singing
More close and more bashful
Than a newly formed star.

Let me be closer
In death’s dream kingdom
Let me not wear
Such obvious disguises
Silk shirt, snakeskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
Closer—

That first meeting
In the twilight kingdom

This is the living land
This is fruitful land
Here the cloudy images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a living man’s hand
Under the twinkle of a newly formed star.

It is like this
In death’s other kingdom
Waking together
At the minute when we are
Shaking with excitement
Lips that would kiss
Form praise to no stone.

The eyes are here
There are eyes here
In this valley of living stars
In this flowing valley
This whole jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this first of meeting places
We ***** alone
And invite speech
Gathered on this beach of the free river

Vision, unless
The eyes disappear
As the periodic star
Monofoliate daisy
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of whole men.

Here we go round the mulberry bush
Mulberry bush mulberry bush
Here we go round the mulberry bush
At five o’clock in the morning.

Between the thought
And the implementation
Between the movement
And the deed
Rises the Light
                                For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the inception
And the construction
Between the feeling
And the reaction
Rises the Light
                                Life is very short

Between the need
And the want
Between the potential
And the substance
Between the ingredients
And the ascent
Rises the Light
                                For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world begins
This is the way the world begins
This is the way the world begins
Not with a whimper but a bang.

As you get older, you come to understand the economics of age.

You go through a cycle you see.

When you were new , you had  energy,
You developed, a state of Growth.
You reached your prime,
Your life was booming, a state of Prosperity.
- You were young

But eventually as time goes by,
Your hair begins to go, a Recession.
You're upset a lot, a Depression.
Your metabolism slows down,
Your stomach, It's bloated,
You're experiencing high levels of inflation.
- You are old.

And finally you understand that  you were just a loan that the world took out from the Banks of Life.
All loans must be repaid.
- You are going to die.

It starts off that one plus one is two,
Even for the average person this is true.

NoW tAkE tHe ClInIcAlLy InSaNe,
OnE pLuS oNe CoUlD bE tHrEe,
Do NoT MiStAkE tHiS fOr SiMpLe SyNeRgY.
ThEy ArE mEsSeD uP,
nOt RiGhT iN tHe BrAiN.

As for the geniuses, they ask why.
1+1=2.
Wait what? How is this true?
Where's your proof, I demand it!
Prove to me this absolute hullabaloo!

So now the only question is,
Can you define the way one thinks?

Hold that thought, grab that pen.
You start to write it down, and then realise..

****! No ink.