Standing at the border
looking out beyond the wall
dreams of mist and forests deep
eastward hear the call
echoes of the secret glades
distant Osterwald
memories of crashing blades
ancient peoples fall
sent abroad and scattered far
brave resistance to atone
quiet whispers still we hear
stand and listen at the stone

Nowhere remove thou love.
Nowhere as distant miles afar.
Stay close like the blood in my veins.
A constant recycle of why I live. What I'm living for....

For I may go paranoid and declare me mental.
Spineless I am when your strong scent I sniffle.
As it flourishes and bounce; close to you is my house.

There, making you my man with gentle caress of hands.
That cause the ground to blush; nature smiles upon our crush.
As we enthrall in one another's self: producing the selfless love.

And my dream is there_ inside of you and you inside of me.
The way life was intended to grow inward and bloom outward.
As spring flowers: as poetry that ignites then consume.

Nowhere fulfill another lust.
Nowhere find yourself losing us.
My heart may burst from the pain.
If that be, love cannot sustain.
Even to return in remained regret.
Therefore,  nowhere remove thou self.

How do I feel?
I feeling like killing
I feel like dying
Watching blood spilling
And sitting back and crying
Life is lost inside
A feeling of emptiness undefined
Charisma and friendliness
Nothing in tenderness
Wretched is the soul of loss
**** and beer
Make my insight clear
And it fills my heart with temporary cheer
I take a **** and chill
I drink and drink and still
No fill
But its all good
I understood
The difference in time
And on my mind
Is suffering as fleeting as the wind blows
And I know justice rules all
When blind eyes see
The darkest darkness breeds
Deep down a mind defines
Its life
With meek lines
Flowing outward into a black hole
That is a world of genesis
No longer in crisis
As I sit here and write this
I wonder if anyone will even like this
But I don't care
My veins are ice
My soul is frozen in time
But other than that I'm fine :).

Ramble, ramble
A treacherous sample
Of a love
So pure and ample
Red like an apple
Ramble, ramble
I found a new life
Ramble, ramble
I've seen through new sight
As I sit
Happy and drunk
Also lit
But I'm out of that funk
Which has kept me down for so long
Now I'll sing a new song
Of love and of turmoil
A feeling you cant spoil
Like a snake in his coil
I rest and revel
As I am a rebel
To the world I'm on the level
As a messenger of the devil
A minion so ample
Merely a sample
As on and on
Till a new dawn
I'll ramble,
Ramble

I wish I was  a dashing hero.......hang on
*******.......
I wish I was a superstar..........
NOPE....
A ****** football pin-up.......
HAAAAAAAA oh my sides hurt so.............
Ok........ I wish I had all my wee cats back
for a night like the mum in A.I.
How I would howl and sob and cry
but get to say goodbye
I wish I never smacked my heid so hard
that some faces are hard to recall
thats the price we ******* pay
riding bikes off buildings and all
and I wish that I could somehow see
if someone special this Valentines day
would simply smile for me.

How come the world is good
when I am dumb as a plank of wood
worried that women are smiling at me
I'll run and hide up a big oak tree
some help my pals they push me on
"Make a move before she's gone!"
no I'll hide and pretend I am dead
or suddenly in a coma instead
all this girl stuff leaves me perplexed
I know they are sort of a different ***
nicer shape and not quite so hairy
though some back in Wales are really scary
it's not like I am truly fussed
for a perfect figure? a shapely bust?
no, find me a woman with spirit and love
like she fell off a cloud from up above
or grew in a glade in the great greenwood
she can banish my fears with her powers of good
she can bully and laugh and kick my ***
though the best of my friends she'll have to pass
but I guess if she can withstand both of those
she'll have earned her right to hold me close

Always poetry makes me cry
writing it reading it tell me why
maybe not wee happy ones
but anything sad and down tears run
makes my cheeks wet and really soggy
want to go to Denises and hug her moggies
when you all write sad I hear your call
a sniff and snuffle and down they fall
I know in a while the tears will pass
I hope it's soon as they've reached my ***!

Like anchors
need a stormy sea
like windows
need a wall
Like stuntmen
need a hole to see
where barrel
meets the falls
like hairless heads
that need a hat
like chess games
need a pawn
like bright stars
need the shepherds
to announce the
birth of dawn
like windswept plains
need summer rain
like bitter
cuts the sweet
like coursing blood
needs purple vein's
continuous repeat
like roadside stands
need fresh picked fruit
like music
needs the mind
like no more striving
in pursuit of
love I cannot find

because I found you

A poet should have a noble soul
Cheating should be never his/her goal
Winning a competition is not so important
As the means you have adopted to get it

A poet should be noble
His thoughts shall not wobble
Poetry soothes even a torn heart
But fake poetry kills the spirit apart

A poet should disclose his/her identity
Otherwise he/she becomes a fake entity
You may write with a nick or pen name
But you should stick to it for your fame

A poet must not write with too many fictitious names
The other poets can no longer be the fools
They will instantly recognize your deformity
And hate your shameful profanity