my ugliness
is  in
that I am
still here

bracelets
around your wrists
ruby drops against white skin
gifts to yourself
testimony to a fragile beauty
they fade

you shine

Long ago
i was an ocean
walks on the beach
return me

prince of

my dreams

in life
a frog

you really are

a
bane

the prince

a
frog

like other frogs

all

the
bleeding
same

Jack frost
commits
beautiful ******
burning corpses
to black

We invent
quests
for ourselves
to give our existance
meaning
the only result
is
to make ourselves
as fallacious
as the invention

are you
******?
when you write
your poems
he asked
as if they were
nothing
more than
that

too stretched ribbons
we are
a tape unravelled and
all out of shape
played backwards
we hold a differant message

you morn me
in retrospect
and hurt me
in the present tense

Auburn coated cattle
seek safe purchase
on a limestone scree
bent windscarred conifers
climb the hill

young girl
crosses the road
wearing enough
vibrant
red
lipstick
to stop traffic
she knows
***
has no timetable
many a man
has an appitite
for more than a sandwich
at lunchtime

dew drop
mirrors all
encapsulating
in miniture
everything
reflected

bitterness
fills her mouth
a paralizing numbness
courses through her veins
as if
shes bitten
a suicide ampoule

Sun and wind airbrush
cracked concrete
indistinguishable
from baked earth

He was an old man
before he was born
something about him
jaded and worn
now he is aging
and living a curse
re learning lifes lessons
stuck in reverse

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

daddy dear
getting all fired up
over the loss of a certain brand of whatever he likes
86
and this is it

I'd like a re wind of my life
at a slower pace
where nothing causes any strife
and i turn up the ace
no bumpy road
no sad mistakes
life is all twinnings and
cupcakes
this is my dream
a silly one
no wonder im flat
on my ***

this is my garden at it's best
when golden elm
her leaves
divest

look at them
a cackling flock
nails,  painted claws  
plucking and clucking over scatter cushions
@ only $5 each
it's a wonder the stuffing doesn't spill

if i run
as fast as i can
maybe
i'll outstrip reality
and trick it
into rearrangement...

she has a knowingness
****
sad
old soul
only 19
morned before birth
a corpse before born
a star
she burns
out

As I plunge the blade towards her heart
She wraps her arms around me
I wrestle her off to plunge again
she clings on tight, fights on in vain
We feint and parry though she stands in one spot
For she is a rose rambler and pruning my lot

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...

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

breeze
ruched
pale
gold
water
revealed
by
rising
moon


which
is
­lovelier

i didnt know wether
to leave you
a note
or not

i wish

i could make of my scars

fresh wounds

to scab

flake off

and finally heal

i see what you do
it is so clear

holding close
what you hold dear

you pay your way
perform your tricks

protect yourself from
the cold hard nix                                          http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/nix

how does it come to this after everything we've been
so many things i thought i knew
now realize
just seen

she stands on the brink
looking down
why does she bother
with this clown
she treats her badly
ignores her pleas
laughs at the sight
of her on her knees
over she goes tumbling down
victim to this awful clown
herself

her fairness is
a saving grace
and I don't mean
her fair of face
she isn't cruel
unfair judgemental
intelligent
not sentimental
and for her loves
she's always there
won't let them down
when needing care

minute mirrors
****** clink

against the window

above
my
sink

frozen
rain

destined to shatter

non of this

will
ever
matter

This guy was So smooth
even a fly
would have difficulty
gaining purchase

You always take it with you
wherever you go
the heartache that comes from loss of dreams
from pain inflicted by lovers true
taylor made to exactly fit you

It's raining I said
better take an umbrella
she gives me
that look
the one only available
to teenagers
it says "your a ****** idiot"
more effectively
than any spoken word
she'd rather be dead
than be seen
carrying an umbrella
and soaked to the skin
she might well be

Every man
keeps prisoner
his own heart
i walk alone

different paths we tread
pull us apart
too far
for common ground

sometimes

the gulf between us
yawns so wide
i feel
we cannot touch

sometimes

different speeds we travel
to get to the same place
seems to take us
in opposite directions

sometimes

when i hear your voice
or see your face
all pain recedes and
nothing matters

i'm just as trapped
by love
as you
what the Hell
are we going to do

A soothing mien
he has not
but like a shark
in a swimming pool
he has unignorable
presence

clothed by the sun
i walk in joy
moontides
ebb

pacing the floor
I'm going mad
this craving a drink is
beyond bad
up and down
and down and up
it runneth over
my despair filled cup
I don't want to think
or feel or see
this ugly mood
does that to me
all out of hope
and love seems
to hard
and writing poems
well I'm no bard
why can't I want more
of what I've got
there are plenty of others
without a lot
down and up
and up and down
writing this I feel
a clown

the sun pours liquid gold
honey flows through the window
motes ripple
and swim in the stream

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

Giving birth
is like being eviserated
the umbilical cord
pulls your insides out
they trail forever after
the children you've born

drifting through mist
scouring the sand
looking for shells, pebbles
twisted driftwood
ancient treasures clutched in hand
skeins of seaweed
splayed on the beach
foaming white lace
i dance
out of reach

i'm dying and i know it
don't have the time to talk
however here i am
instead of going for that walk    
the trees blow in the wind
it sighs thro leaves of gold
i wish i had the strength to stay
too sad too tired too old

salt from your skin
on my tongue
whispers of the sea
and shells
as curled
as my body is curved
around yours