My eyes a shimmering pool
of hate as I look as you, the
blue waves like a storm in
a tea cup as they splash against
the white of my eyes.

Red on white like lava angrily
scorching at the white of my
eyes, showing the feeling
boiling with in.

I was just innocently walking,
you took my safety away
when you shoved that knife
in to me, all that pain to feed
a habit of destruction, and my
only sin was to walk where your
next fix was, my only sin.

I see you behind a mirror, with
a toothless grin, number 5 I point,
I could never forget you burnt in
to retinas I see you every time its
dark but I will not be weak I will
fight the darkness the fear you
installed with in.

I am a survivor of violence, my only
crime was to be your next victim, but
the tables have turned, and your life
in a cell, freedom taken like you tried
to do to me

My pillow an ant nest of noise
as my ear heard every thing
inside, I look inside, disbelief
as nothing, I rest my head
and hear them scurrying
around inside one again.

The darkness kept me awake
with its blackened noise its
shadows keep my eyes closed
tight but not with sleep with
fright.

I leave the light on TV too, the
bliss of seeing all around, the
noise of Hawaii  5 o in the
back ground subtle are the
beats of noise and light that
send me to blissful sleep..

I look at you on the sofa.
Lying there all young, healthy
And warm, and I don't just want you
In the obvious sense; I want your
Liver, kidneys, flat stomach, strong,
Long, young legs.
Frankenstein's parts-storage
I want your youth.  

I can't have it. I can't take it
And have it. Angry. I want to
Kick your ***, but not really.
I want your mouth to
Expell something
Other than this
Teenage girl
Chatter.

I want to hit your pretty face
With all of my one-third-life-crisis-
Frustration behind it
With a pillow.
Eat feather, child!
Chew cotton!
Munch goose!

Straight left-straight right.
I have fought men
Twice my size,
I'll beat you up
Until you
Suffocate
And surrender
From
Laughing
So
Hard.

I have thrown words to the wind
Like pollen, I wished they would fall
On a fertile page and slowly grow.
Some may fall short and just be a
Moment then gone.

Those words that have blown in
The wind, and landed on paper
Nurtured from seedling, They have
Grown fruit of sentences, as the
They become ripe the words flow.

Like seedling of just  words they
Have been etched to a page, grown
To what is now seen today, what
You read now is that which was
Once just a word now a sentence
And more what once was in the
Wind now grown.

I used to breath you in, it
was like rose petals on my
senses, I could taste you from
morning till night.

But time passed and the petals
rotted in my mouth, i was
finding it hard to breath till
I didn't taste you there was just
a bitter after taste, and I suffocated
when you were near, no longer
able to breath.

You were under my skin i
could feel the warmth within,
you were on me, I felt you after
you were gone, till the next time
I felt it again.

Then I started to itch it spread
from my heart a rash to the
mind it brought the fire inside
cold like a winter was raging
side. I couldn't stand your touch,
it was like razor wire across my
skin.

We once were as one, we breathed,
we were like peas in a pod, but now
there no us that time was then and
this is how it has become, we loved
each other but some times love is
not enough..

I laughed and giggled I let out one
then two they were rather loud,
whoops I laughed out,  one more
followed they really stunk too.

I was in hysterics my friends thought
I was gross, but they laughed to, it
was like a baby ***** had exploded
in the room, the laughter was followed
by heaving that regurgitated smell
not leaving the room.

The laughter reached new levels, my
sides were hurting to, but then I
felt one brewing, and so I did push
to make it a special brew.

My laughter was short lived as a
wet guff came out, followed by
a wet feeling going down my leg.

My friends were laughing till a
brown patch appeared on my
trousers and a log dropped out
of my trousers and on to the floor.

Silence seemed like forever then
they laughed out louder than before
heaving and running for the door.

I was red faced, I couldn't move fast
enough to the toilet as another log
fell on the floor, I pulled down and
my  boxers were a brown stain,
where they were once sky blue before.

Never again would I push out a ****
for the crowd, for you never know
what may come a guff of putrid air,
or the embarrassing wetness down
your leg and on to somebody's floor...

Doors open doors closed some
open to happiness others to
misery untold.

We may keep the door closed
never seeing what changes
what are decision may unfold.

But doors that are opened, some
times a surprise, same times
happiness that wouldn't have
been found if left that door left
closed.

There are doors opened, there
are some doors that are for
reasons to the person left
closed.

But to each they must choose
if they want to open or leave
it closed.

I see you and I think you need
a stroke, my hairy little friend,
purring as I stroke you gently
my nails caress your skin,
heightened purring teasing you
no words need to be spoke.

I move my fingers side to side,
your starting to get excited, you
love me teasing you more, I
glide my fingers across your lips
wet juices start to flow inside.

I caress in-between my fingers
feel you wetness excited are
we as my fingers explore, I
touch that spot, side to side
my fingers caress you moan
saying you want more.

My fingers explore further
down my tips find that point
and dive deep in to your pool
of wetness.

As in and out not  all the way
motioned to keep at it more
juices flow around and on to
the sheets below.

You tighten up and I know
the time is near, you crave my
fingers even more one more
push and you explode, my
fingers wetter than before.

I feel you tighten around my
fingers shock waves flow over
your body I push my fingers
deeper finishing you of as you
lay relaxed and fulfilled, now
its my turn but she says she
to relaxed now,

''HOW RUDE''

I say, but she drifts of to sleep
fulfilled, open mouthed I ****
her juices from my fingers the
only action ill see, your juices
now cold on my fingers as I
**** the last from my finger,
before I too go unfulfilled to sleep.

Draw me in pencil,
Draw me in chalk,
Draw me in bright colours,
Draw me with shades,
Or draw me paint brush
Stokes and all,
But if you draw me in your mind, do it so you never forget me at all.

Tounderstandawordonemustbethemselvesandletthestoryflowwithwhatisw­rittenasitcanbeconfusingifnotseperatedandmadetobealongsentence
that is hard to read.

As soon as we're born
We're one foot in the grave
We work to live
To that work become slaves

Some are fortunate
And live lavish lives
Others work too much
Life passes them by

Take the time now
While you're still able
Life ends abruptly
Not like in the fables

One day you're in school
Next day you're retired
You nap in the daytime
Because you're so tired

From a life spent rushing
Ruled by the clock
Time keeps moving forward
Tick tock tick tock

Work hard while you must
Enjoy time spent at home
Don't waste your time
And don't live it alone

I am the embodiment of all
things good and trustworthy,
I have a devilishly seductive
smile.

Come on you know you can
trust me, look in to my eyes,
there hypnotizing wouldn't
you say.

''yes I understand''  

You know what to do, just sign
on the dotted line, repayment in
ten years then you owe what is mine.

'' I'll sign so it can be mine''

Sign in red on the dotted line,
as he smiles with a raised eyebrow
the deal nearly sealed, you can
trust me, as the black feather tip
scratches across the line.

I am the embodiment of all things
good and trustworthy, he says
and the deal is done, devilishly
he smiles, see you in ten years,
trust me ill back now the deal is done....

Never look in
to the mirror
in the morning,
you,ll turn to stone,
its not a pretty
sight the face
that is yet to awaken,
with that face distorting YAWN.....