4 wandering eyes meet in sync
its gentle how they first greet,
Were lonely and now raised,
Movements now with expression.
Beautiful how they lay,
as tummies touch with fondness.

If there was a time I actually felt good,
it was the birthday screams of birthday cake
As kids we are soft until the drill of wood
replaces our skin with a reality hard bake.

There's a rendezvous feeling,
that never came to meet,
and in this sink, I'm pouring
emotions into a fleet.

If I could wish upon a star,
skies would be glittering sweet,
but my dreams remain a-far
un-like rapid of drum beats.

I think I sold myself,
in this poisonous world.
Birthday cake smiles,
Reminder of innocence.

Spreading
margarine,
APPLE CORE
I had it
'and no choice"
Dead here,
**** my wicked
nightmarish dreams
I cozen you baby,
I wake you.....
cut the webs
I.......had to try
butterfly.......
window shut,
self inflicted wounds....
Hunts with tools.
Cuts that forever slice.
A world of a pale ash-try,
when cattle meant to die.

I'll keep on dreaming of yesterdays,
hoping tomorrow's one of shine,
One of a parked boat with a bay
in a Jetty of one which's sublime

I'll praise the hope of wishing,
a life-line to await and emerging,
beautiful sun-rays of friendship,
An ocean of dolphins and fishes.

An end to flick of dominoes crashing.

Her dress is sweet by fortuitous
not meant to get minds *****
but here comes the round-about
and the sleaziness leaves no doubt.
There should be no such imagery,
but a mind that contemplates bless.

I found a little dull marble,
an unremarkable nothing,
Belonged to given reasons
It was once a something.
I kept it safe in back pocket
for someone's sweet locket.
Vibrations, slammed lockers
and a sweet girl of a looker.
Down in gown's fleecing
bee sting's that's piercing.

Sometimes I wonder into flight,
grow feathery wings & soar
with a keen sense of Eagle sight,
below me runs a charging boar.
I sweep my sharp twisted claws
into clouds shaped as the golden arch.
Watching below, busy little ants march.

Hey, hey, hey, my love,
I don't need a manager
to say that I love
& I need you.

Bite my bottom lip,
so playfully,
In this world of
commercialism
and zombies.

Stay the count-less days,
in bed together,
Nothing like chants
of  eyes of prayers
between two lovers.

This world was black & white,
Now its been finally colorized,
by sinners and not by saints,
or maybe we were never tainted.

I knew a lovely little thing
with gorgeous green eyes,
a trance I got lost in,
and the warmth of her smile.
She made me take a detour
away from my vanity,
saw past the flesh and sin
to the angel within.

I knew a lovely little thing
who lost her pride,
warmth filled her heart,
and yet so did I.
What the flowers bring
with a sweet of a hymn
to make this man cry.

I knew a lovely little thing
with gifts that bring,
Optimism & hope,
for dramatic cope,
And one night
with the fireflies,
She was gone from sight.

Every moment with you
may be when the summer-time's over,
but your bouncy energy
indicates its only began.

We walk beaches in Autumn,
fine weather to swim with stingrays
We don't give a **** if its Winter,
water's warmer this time  of year.

We'll swim with alligators
if it means we'll be together,
Peck them on their cheeks
and make love as they grin.

The stigma that's been
can never be freed,
up rises Eagle,
Grounded Turtle
Down is hell,
focused cell,
Blissfully
heavenly,
trapped,
recycled,
burning tapes.
A transformation,
that I'll never see.
This world rapes......
The media's decree.
A thousand degrees

The photo snaps
were never your crack
the shake and bake,
it was just a misery.
We echoed in your ears
and beaten half to death,
& darken did the eyes
and the untrue lies
You promised never again
like I was your best friend,
but kids tend to be naive,
as you swore change at best,
No child wishes for this day,
but the anchor sinks, never sways
Hard to get reality from play,
when arms don't love but flail.
I sank into the sea
wishing the son I could be,
but what about the years
I needed you and not the fears,
Was I your miserable mistake
as fragile as the snow shall flake,
and it hurts deep as my eyes do wake,
& I try to be a saint & not the snake.
I wanted to make my mummy proud,
and it echoes....
still continues.

I'm no saint or sinner
I'm something in between,
you're the vines as beautiful
as they are ceaselessly,
and ever so prettily
green and shiny smooth.
How I dot on dear you
Time to reveal the full deck,
I have 4 of the jokers
I always was a romantic fool.
Throw up arms, "what the heck!"

What's written isn't final,
unlike the nightly stars,
or a child's rabid scribble
when anger goes too far,
What cocoon so emerges
the daylight butterfly,
dreams may be eternal,
but so are un-lit candles.

I've got bullets in this gun,
I'm going to mark all the class-mates
and **** every single one.
They made me feel fragile,
like a-thrown around crate
Whispers fly into the night,
until such the morning break.