I wish to cry but I don't
know why, the feelings
are building to the point
of eyes watering like a
dam that holds them back.

My emotions are letting me
down, I know the flood is
coming, but I don't wish to cry.

I keep the emotion in, I will
not give in. I wish to cry to
let my emotions be free, but
I am a man and men don't
cry in front of others or privately.

jolly roger played
with his togger under
the light of the moon

When it spat and a 
snake bit back, now
his ***** look like
balloons.

A baby
speaks
and we
just nod
and agree,
for we
don't speak
baby,their telling you that you'll be woken at 3:30am not pm wait and see.

Each planet and star is a tear
drop of the universe, emotions
made form, each with there
purpose as the universe lives
and breaths life is all around.

It exists in so many forms,
the suns are its heart beats,
it skips a beat when each one
burns out and dies, but from
dust new ones are born a new
heart beat in the universe
heard all around.  

It is alive, for the places that
it gifts with life, planets and
places where different aspects
of life have sprouted and
grown.

We are grains of the universe
given life, a moment in a place
that it gifted with existence, it
shows us the beauty of out there
wonderment for our eyes.

Will we do this creation proud,
a universe that has given the
frail existence that is life, or will
be what we once were just dust
floating again in that place called
the uneverse.

I wish to sing aloud, but
my voice does scares the
crowd. Instead of standing
close and clapping they run
away screaming, can I be
that bad.

I was wishing for a coin or
two, but I ended up with a
egg in my hat and I don't
know where they got it,
but a tin of tomato soup
which  bounced off my
head, all I heard was BOO...

Some taped it on there phones,
on you tube I was found, what
you giving me a job, I felt so
proud.

Till I was told my voice would
be used to disperse crowds, they
paid me well, so what the hell.
I was singing for the crowd, but
now my voice is heard all over
the world, crowds do gather hear
me sing and run for cover.

Different ways to go, so many
things to ***** a life, make once
that beat no blood to flow, spoilt
for the ways to end. to go out quite,
to go with a splat make it public
or in secret not found till I am
just bone.

I go through the pros and cons
of which way to go. a bullet is
quick, gone to fast to feel the
pain as my skull and brain
paints the wall. But what if I
pause, and I shot the side of
my face off, blind unable to eat
with out a straw, scratch that
off my list a shudder down the
spine the gun goes into its locked
draw.

Then there is the rope, from a tree
or a height as long as my feet don't
touch the floor. the Pros again quick
and cheap a snapped neck I'm gone
here no longer anymore. But what
happens, if the neck doesn't go crunch
and I'm suffocating for a life time
dyeing in pain my feet a centimetre
off the floor. No I think that is the
wrong way to go.

I go through the cons and pros so many
ways to go, this is giving me a head ache,
my head feels like its going to explode,
its better to keep my feet on the floor.
To many errors to make, ill just go in
my own time, as it could be tomorrow,
really I should cherish my life and not
try to stop the beating of my heart,
what was I thinking as I go about my
life once more.

The world is spinning can I
get off, its always in motion
always around and around,
why not still for a moment,
or would I  get whip lash
from the sudden stop.

I want to get of this merry
go round that never stops,
stars spinning in darkness
there stationary its me that's
moving away, darkness to
light over and over again.

My head has been spinning
since birth, as we are on this
ride that Is happening on every
planet not on just earth. Are
heads are all in a spin, the
clouds go round and round,
I want off this ride on this
rotating earth.

Memento Mori
The Momentum
Builds
Before I make
My last stop
The brakes screech
As I try to prevent
This
Moment of descent
It's
Tragic that this happened
All at once
Once upon a time
Rarely ends
Happily ever after
Especially
When your not ready
For what’s after
The happiness
Once in time

Memento Mori
Remember this story
Of how a boy
Became a man
Who couldn't backtrack
From this dead end
The tomb stone
Pops up
At the end
Of this book of life
It becomes
The Book of the Dead
A curse
After the gift
Accursed
After this present
Moment of Content
Clarity
Is a rarity
While alive
Why
Does the picture
Become clear
Once we're
About to die

Memento Mori
Moments in mourning
Where's the morning
Out of reach
In the dawn
Of bad news
And breaks
The moon breaks the day
The Up rise
Of the final sunset
Upset
The sunrise
This morning
Was just a warning
To remember
I must die

Joseph Childress

Soft words
Are usually preferred
During pillow talks
Foolishly
I foolheartledly
Brought hard words
Harsh
& Disturbed
Which
Hardily makes sense
Since
Your sentiment
Didn't deserve
The sediment
Provided
From my concrete heart
I argue
Our argument
Was all my fault
I dumped asphalt
On the sandy beach
You provided
For our sweet retreat
You retrieved
My roughness
And smoothed
The edgy conversation
Tamed my
Toughness
And soothed
The painful consternation
You could
Ease the temperament
And impatience
Of anger management patients
All the while
Showing
The peacefulness in his
War within
Finding righteousness
In his right to yell
You respect
His freedom of speech
But with each
Negative comment
You seek
To find
The positive content
In the layers beneath

You see the beauty
In the mess
Like an abstract painting
Made for the
Artistically elite
My poor sense
Of creativity
Is lifted
From your richness
I dropped
Destruction
But always
Pick it
Back up
Like bad habits

Rehabilitate me this
Last time
And I promise
I’ll never
Cast a shadow again
I’ll shine
In every way
I direct my attention

Hopefully
Its not too late
But knowing you
My lateness
Will be welcomed
Like a homecoming
You seldom
Look at my faults
And not find
Greatness

Ms. Miss Me
Messes with the mess
Of Me
Messianic Masonic Messiah
Making mountainous modules
Manufactured from the make-shift
Makings of my soul
Which lifts me
Higher than before
It’s
Mysterious mysticallity
How you made me
After you met me
The misogynistic misogamist misfit
Meets Ms. Perfect
You misled me
You knew I didn’t want to fall in love
I mistreated you
And now
I miss seeing you
Mr. Missed Her
Mistakenly misunderstood
Her magic
For a trick
My mania must mean
I’m
Malevolently maiming my mind
Never mind me
NO!
Forever mind me
You’re forever mine
Even if only in the mind
My metal moccasins
Stump through
The mine field
On my quest to find you
Again
Constant explosions
Milling
A million
M-80’s to make
A metaphor
Of the fire within
The fireworks
I mean
Hopefully the fire works
I destroyed your
Mint commission
I meant condition
Your mint condition
Was devalued
From my mixed intentions
And messages
Monotonous tasks
To get you back
I get your back
And stay forever
In your past

Empty
M.T.
Mt. Empty

You built me
Just to leave me
Empty

I tell people
I'm smart,
they ask how
I know,
and I said the combined IQ of the voices in my head, told me so..

life is like
chocolate,
some times
sweet and
tasty, some
times just
plain nuts,
other times
its cheap and tastless, and then you feel like giving it up..

Sickened he was by her bad word choices, special need for
incongruous expressions,words spelled the way she likes,
blanks that can never be filled, invented quotes, fabricated realities,
thunderous "****" repeated in intervals, as if  each an inlaid jewel,
and then, having no fixed meaning for that favorite word of hers,
nothing more than an intention to denigrate ******,
                                                                ­                   and women as a whole,
a subconscious compulsion, strangely included, her's also in it's ambit.
He understands her compulsion for such expression thus--
fulfillment of some innate need, an expression of her own worthlessness,
resulted from some grave injury of the mind that happened,
sometime early in her childhood, one could guess.
He took the decision to mark her "UNREAD" for ever
with deep anguish of course,after reading her many fine and sane pieces.