Biccets and pizza for our tea.
Blankets and toys that talk to me.
All this fun, what a world,
full of cakes half eaten, hurled!

Coloured  in with a felt tip pen.
Was my new game, in trouble again.
Green on the face and in my ear.
Thought it was a good idea!

Two years old and full of beans,
no time to sleep, the tiny wean.
Imagine how much fun She'll be,
next time she gets to play with me!

The year turns slowly, winter grinds on.
Old leaves rotting down,
not yet nourishing new growth.
But the trees know.
Spring will come, bringing less for some.
Yearn for the light, willing it to shine on them.
Pour goodness and grace, for all, not some.
Spring comes, let winter be done.
Let them be the happy ones.

Do you forget,
or burn your memories into your heart?
Wipe the mind clean,
or juggle the shattered flaws of gone?
Blame God, or x-rays,
or chance or fate?
Remember love,
or drown in hate?
You forgot it all, his 5 years.
All you have left is anger,
Your love for him now less to you
than your hate for God.
You've denied  his face, won't hear his voice.
Don't see him playing, so ill with his toys.
yet giving his presents away,
to another sick boy.
5 years of sickness,
5 years of joy.
I see him, hear him,
smell his little baby smell.
I will remember him forevermore,
he still was the best of us four.

Saw sunlight through ***** glass.
When I'm not ready it brings it back.
To constrained, crushed flat.
The past comes flying at my brain.
No, not again. The degrading.
The pain.
Lie down shut up, or I'll hurt you worse.
We'll stop when we've had enough,
or put you in a hearse.
With your poor ******* dying brother.
If you tell, We'll tell.
And the doctors will stop.
It will be your fault.
Now, do what she tells you!
Grinding into the concrete,
my 8 yr face crushed, "He fell."
Twisted arms.
When men kick a child hard in the *****,
and ****, you stay down,
barely a bruise.
To damaged to cry.
No-one came,
Except them,
They came quite a few times.
Till they got tired.
Was she a mother?
Was I practice for her own,
or was I the pinnacle?
Sunlight through ***** glass,
with blood, **** and stuff
running out my ***.
No-one
ever
came

oh, god bless america,
the nation of narcissistic narcoleptics,
and protect her from harm
while she takes her afternoon nap.

oh, god save the stagnant,
all living to die,
so their bellies may be crowded
and their hearts pounding
so fast,
so fast,
for you, heavenly father.

give us this day
our daily fourty-four ounce soft drink
and quarter pound burger...
and don't forget the fries.

and forgive us our intolerance,
just as we...
err...
nevermind.

forgive us,
for we know not what we do.

amen.

I think my rules went out the window
When I said, "I like you."
(like that's so monumental)
I fall in love with every boy I meet,
If only for a moment,
Anyways.
And rules are meant to be broken.
And I'm nothing if not a rebel.

But you,
Oh, sweet you,
You'll think you're something special.
And maybe you would be,
If I knew how to care.
But all I really want is love when,
it.doesn't.want.me.

Still,
I was struck when you said,
"YOU deserve flowers and candy."
Because really,
No one does,
And you know it.

So maybe,
It's your obnoxious arrogance,
Or your strong opinions,
Or the way you constantly disagree with me
Seemingly
just.for.the.hell.of.it.
But
When you said I was something special,
I believed you.

And truly,
You'vegotmehangingonyoureveryword.

Your words captivate me.
And I'm a sucker for words...

I have the strangest urge
To just watch you do anything.
You fascinate me.

I want to memorize the way you move --
Because I've never seen it before,
And I don't want to forget.

I want to know your scent.
Close my eyes and breathe...
I'll imprint you in my memory.
You're intoxicating.

I want to fight against you --
Feel your passion,
Anger?
Strength.
It's palpable; It's suffocating.

I want to lay in bed
And listen to you talk
For hours.

Your words captivate me.
And I'm a sucker for words.

I like it when I bleed,
the warmth tells of being alive.
The same way that hanging,
teetering on the edge of crumbling cliffs
makes me want to live.
Is this why I do dumb things?
Because I don't try to hurt me or die anymore.
Maybe I hope I might hurt or die,
and then want to cling on,
for a little while longer.
Did something dull today.
In a small way.
Didn't get hurt  (much) or die.
climbed a tree.
Found I still cannot fly.
Didn't hurt,
honest.
******.

Tonight I thought I'd take a ride,
to Cally woods, the tracks are wide,
but all aghast - so were my eyes,
Jack Frost was waiting there outside.

"come out" he whispered with a smile
"the air is sweet, the breeze is mild,
what better for you, lad, today,
than to ride and dream the night away?"

So toiling through the snow and ice,
I went, though doubting his advice.
Although so sharp the air this night,
I felt beyond old Jacks hard bite!

An hour went by, the cold crept in,
Jack cracked his thin lips with a grin.
"You'll be mine soon my lad" he said,
"another hour, you will be dead"

but I'd a trick up my cold sleeve,
a trick that made old Jack frost grieve,
I melt his cold with warmest love,
my guardian angel flies above..

Days after days will come in demand,
Respect your best friend.
Give from your heart and happy you will be,
Flying like a bird is my destiny.



New Year with hope and bread to share,
Sometimes our life is a nightmare.
Just love every human being,
Enjoy winter and spring.


New Year as bliss,
Old one you can’t miss!
Plants will live and grow,
New year, New Show...


The past will live in memory,
New Year with happiness and prosperity.
Universe  with abundance  and fun
New year for children, women and men.

Warmest  regards.
Victor Marques

My subconscious owns me;
I have no control.

I am --
An explicit enigma.
A steadfast storm.
A controlled catastrophe.
A delicate disaster.
An awesome accident.
An intrepid injury.

I am --
Carefully.constructed.chaos.

And sometimes,
Even I don't know me.

If I never sleep,
I never have to wake up
To another day,
I'm just not ready to face;
Why can't time just stop at night?

I spend all this time,
With my head lost in the clouds,
Thanks to you; and yet,
I'll keep your feet on the ground.
It is beautiful up here.