Whilst you sit and think
of how to preach me
through
teary eyes and guilt arising within,
I stand in front of the mirror
in high spirits
speaking as if my words though replete,
may never effect thee.

There was a lamp, dark and
Black, It was rubbed, polished
The wrong way, Ash filled
Smoke filled the room, and it
Said a wish is to be made.

A desire, a thrill, an untimely
End to those who have done you ill.
"I will grant you these three"
"Do what you wish"
And I will always fulfil.

Wish one, thought through,
Motioned with a but a word
Spoken to this wisp of form
Eyes red as burning bright coal.

This wish is to bring a loved one back
"I wish for her to be in my arms"
"To sleep in my bed once"
Eyes awoken a silhouette greets
As sheets pulled back.

Horror absorbed before the eyes
As gaunt features meet tears
And screams and cries.
"I wanted her back, in my arms"
"You did not wish her alive"
For she was already dead. And isn't
Death the lonest sleep of your lives.

"Details my sir are the moments of thought"
You wished for her in your grasp,
But she was buried long after life had left.

"I wish"
"I wish"
Don't think, lips spit words in
Anger and anguish. And what happened
Now may happen again.
"I wish to see her, alive"
"Breathing upon my skin"

Wishing is said so it is done, a
Haze of moments , and once again
The smile so loved, a moment relived
And soon to end.
"What have you done"
"What trickery has your black mist once again done"

You wished for a moment, where
Breathe and life were one, you
Never said a,
Date,
Time,
Moments
Are many too infinite to  count, you didn't stipulate
Which one where life breathed out.

And with that steel crunched, this moment
Relived, Third wish, final count. I
Wish for her to be the survivor
I wish to trade my life so hers doesn't
Go without. and the car filled black
Ash as with each wish had done.

"Your wish is my command"
"Fair well friend"
As a third wish played out, Moments
Were passing as life choked out,
I saw her escape the wreckage,
Life for a life given with out doubt.

But a black lamp is as evil as it gets,
For his last moment in life, his
Beloved ran for help, only to be
Taken under the wheels of a van,
Black lamps INC
Was the sign on the back,
A tear fell, as the writing read out
"The devil is in the details"
"You should always think things out"

She had survived the accident,
My life given without a doubt.
But what I hadn't said how long
My loves life moments, years, its the
Details that will get you, now not
Only one life lost but two now fading out.

Death i am called....my arrival usually accompanied by screams and cries of horror and pain...even utter silent acceptance,
begging for forgiveness ...
i can't save you humans!
.......in my hand, my scythe.....i have to take you, with or without a fight...i am but a messenger, an angel of death......
i am lonely, i must confess.....i have no friends,
stealing souls is my forte.
i lurk in darkness for eternity with nothing but wails of misery.......
i clench my fists; shaking with rage....
i desperately stare above....wishing to fly, free as a bird.......to be released from this
chains of loneliness..
no reprieve .....only madness and shame.
shoulders bent....i trudged many weary miles...
even i could not stop death....

It's called fallen cow
tastes of a woman whom I knew

Well babe
she don't no stand no fooling
even if she off her head
but it's nobody but you.

Never first to put in words
all the things that have past me before i was born
never first to say I love
never first to say there is nothing between my ears
never first to say
it has never been thought of before
so I hold dear to me all the things I know
the shade light and things
the fires warm energy glow
and all the things
I believe to be true
that might be different from yours
but you and me to
never the first
to think these things.

Now baby you've got the rock
now do not tell me I've not
just because my rock is so surreal
do not tell me my marbles are loose inside my skull
do not give my lame brain the blame
for the things your brain will not understand
learn to love the things you do not know how they are or feel
leave me in alone in my room while on my guitar I play my tunes.

Lemonade colored
sky becoming green. I know,
though I wonder why.

unsaid thoughts
rots in brain

...so let them out
and flow with vain

۞۩۞

Offended by your victimhood
while victimized by your offense,
you hurt so bad that I felt good;
my guilt was sweet – your pain intense.

I lacked your lack of self-esteem
yet shared your sense of wounded pride
while sleeping through our waking dream -
the Inner Light left on outside.

Your suicide invades my space –
your death insults my lifeless life.
Your omnipresent cryptic face
beams forth, as dull as any knife.

I write these my poems here
I am always live
never copy paste them
I make them up here
this
is P@ul.
unplugged
so if you catch me please do say hello
I can never tell what sort of mood I am in
but mostly good

So give it a go.

My left leg was right
no that was the right leg
I meant I lift my right leg first
no but what is left
by the left Right
Beware the Ides of march