living and dying
what a strange combination
of commonplace
and extraordinary

cold wind slants rain
in from an iron sky

ocean ***** churns throwing pebbles on the beach

is a hard word
to define
it doesn't always mean
sexually connected
in the physical sense

it's round and round and round i go
where will i end up?
that i don't know
i just suppose to suppose i suppose....
it's round and round and round i go

Mysterious mist
takes control
giving bulk
while removing substance

Jesus!   that was scarey i forgot what time it was
almost opened the curtains   and
I'd just closed them

mid winter evening
comes upon the sky
stars glitter  
earth and sky are one
everything bound
and unbound
in eternity
a gift
seek  
look to yourself
and the stars

He whispers
a grain of sand
into my shell like ear
it nestles
and grows
a perfect pearl
of paranoia

words
strewn
around the room

scattered across
the
floor

little
piles
of
heartfelt

i
dont
want
no more

lost
un    finished
poems

willfully
destroyed
poems

just
too
******* personal
poems

sweep them
out the door

i hunt myself
and eviserated
bleed words onto the page

now i'm not having *** with you
i won't let you pay any bills
isn't that the warped perspective...
i  
who always said i wasn't your *****

breeze
ruched
pale
gold
water
revealed
by
rising
moon


which
is
­lovelier

I've missed so many poems
time flew while i was gone
come back and look at what is here
where do i begin
i want to answer comments
reply to all the poems
tell the folks ive missed you all
and thanks for hanging in
despite me going missing
without much of a word
you've stayed and let me know
my absence not absurd
so thank you all for staying
and reading what i've wrote
i hope you understand i care
just by this little note

why is it
men cannot   see
that what   appears
to be    vanity      (in a woman)
is often
fear
because female looks
are so important
to the male
my dear
;o)

why do i spend so much time

angsting over (willthisrhyme?)

am i fat?
or are am i thin?
do i have the right
wherein....  
                     where·in (hwâr-n, wâr-)
                     adv.
                     In what way; how: Wherein have we sinned?
                     conj.
                     1. In which location; where: the country wherein those people live.
                     2. During which.
                     3. In what way; how:



all such empty
prattling
DIN!!!!!



lovers
friends
family
we all
end in
the re cycle
bin

There is extraordinary
in the ordinary
how extraordinary

oh fickle poem
why haunt me so
*****
just let go
I have no time
you win the war
I shut and bar
the door

Once apon a time
i thought i loved you
now im not so sure
was it love that kept me faithful
or desire
to be
safe...

scented air sun warmed soft breeze

butterflies drift my eyes do please

creamy roses nod their heads

i want to sleep in their petal strewn beds

Black
my soul at midnight
holds no hope
of dawn

will we scour this earth
bone white
a skull
picked clean
of eye and soul

my ugliness
is  in
that I am
still here

i can feel love
for a handful
of men
is it love?
or something
dilute
to feel this way
about 4
or 5

we do not "date"
or even kiss (oh but our eyes....)
we  
talk
laugh
sing
joke
together

i can feel love
for a handful of men
is it love
or something dilute

why do i ask

the desire to be free
of other people
of a past that clings
often leads to acts
that pave the way to remorse
a path littered
with the rotting corpses
of other peoples dreams

I feel I am a faithless lover
for I have strayed
not to another
but further than either imagined I would
from you

he picks up attitudes
one by one

and tries them on like dresses

turning himself to and fro
discarding the ones he doesn't deem fit
he goes forth to face the world

she stands in the corner
silently
watching him

wishing he would come to her naked

coils of memory

rolled
up

un
furl

in the dark

Every man
keeps prisoner
his own heart
i walk alone

Sometimes I sit here
all day
reading the poems
having a say
day passes by
nothing got done
leave it behind
outside I'll run
fluff bunnies beckon
don't heed their call
rather be out
watching leaves fall

oh jesus!
i've stumbled on his poems
and fallen in love

he visits emotions a tourist sampling foreign dishes
savouring this one neglecting another
not returning to ones that don't fit his wishes

returns to his life of no end and no start
then looks forward not back
without content
heart

i am a witch
have foreseen my death

a waking dream growing closer

no time

all that your love brought

crystallizing
here on these shores

walking
wind swept
head bowed

oh infinity!

you sneaky *****


cold

as the stars


warm as the sun

death has no beauty
it is null and void
vacant
as is life
life is ugly actually
death is void
there is a beauty in non existance maybe
or no awareness of it
like a tree?
maybe
who knows if a tree is aware
or animals
well they are but
maybe not fraught
wondering the importance of existance
or non
do u ever wonder
if they do
i do
often
wonder
whenever i see documentries

fragrances transport you

to lands
you've never been

to mingle
with people

you've niether met
nor seen

all the colours of autumn
unfolded like a carpet
rolling away to the horizan
horses grazing
in far away meadows
clouds moving
like mountains across the sky

sea
shore
and
sky

never weary

nor you...

Full moon
on the west side
while sun rises
on the east
sights such as these
bring me to my knees
to be blessed
by such a feast

i'm pushing myself
into that space
the one between
death and re construction
wafer thin
razor sharp
all done in

because we're without
boundaries
we live life on the edge
because we have no
boundaries
we balance on a ledge
looking up
looking down
looking all around
because we're without
bounderies
we do not bets hedge

i have seen the death crone
she is in the background

clutching a chair she wants to pull it up next to me

get me comfortable
with whats to come
shes good at that

will i go into her arms gracefully?

she is quite beautiful

My confidence
slinks off
surreptitiously
leaving me
feeling foolish
standing alone

oh to feel
the sun on my skin
so tired of this grey
I'm trapped within
no sunshine shadows
no blue in the sky
rain lashes the windows
I want to cry

i didn't turn out
as you expected
characteristics
you detected
let down your dreams
of how "we'd" be
as is the same
for me
what will we do

I wrote your name
one hundred times
in the sand
tide erases
leaving memory
untouched

how many bends in all the rivers
how many clouds to fill the sky
idle questions answered never
why do i ask them
know not i

full moon glowers
through a vent in the storm
fickle sleep comes
and goes as she pleases
we rise
to a bruised and bleeding dawn
both victim
to the black cloud

you

turned
yourback


and dig yourself
another
grave

i
will
walk away

this
time
not unheard

but
ignored

like
the streams
that
used
to call

your name

unreality
such a part
of
reality
how can it be
unreal

The land of childhood
a time before
love
loss
and pain