Come dine with me,
lets dine, lets dine today.
We'll get lost in each others eyes as the conversation fly's away.
Of course I'm yours,
I'd wage wars for us.
I've burn't the main course.
You take my breath away,
baby.
Lets get a takeaway.

You told me you needed a hero,
as I poured you a glass of Pinot Grigio.
I see through you to the bones,
your skeleton is everything to me.
You gave me the skeleton key, eventually.
I made copies so I will never lose you,
and I can always get back in,
even when you're not there.

You get the door and I'll get the plates.
Pour your honesty on top of me,
I can't get enough of your acquired taste.
Different each time,
indifferent to my trouble mind.
Together were one of the same kind.
My perfect 10.

The weight lifted of my shoulders,
Like a gym session,
In heaven,
The clouds were proud.

In essence the lesson never learnt.
Fingers burnt and fractured fingernails.

Fairytalesand horror stories.
A never boring oxymoron.

Who's wrong?
Those stubborn hoofs,
They came through the roof.
Valiant stallion,
That's you,
In a horseshoe.

Nailed to my soul.
My swan song consequence.

We set fire to the same fence
We made sense and perched upon on those past nights.
A past life maybe.

You shared your last bite,
With me.

The last laugh was distinctly humbling,
Your tumbling grumbling,
But still wondering if I was alright.

You saved my life every night.
Welcomed in your humble arms.

You never turned me away,
You never turned your back to me.
Actually,
You had my back,
And I had my backpack.

No questions asked,
No matter what those housewives said.

The last laugh is yet to come,
My beautiful friend.

We grew together -
Jekyll and hide,
Dumb and dumber,
Profound the otherside.

They were never inclined
To try to understand.

Why try?
Gossip and tactics underhand.
They wonder why we turn the cheek,
To the otherside..

The envy is greener in the troubled mind.
A kid ****** up and they wonder why.

There wasn't a second in time,
You second guessed.
Why?

You understood through brotherhood,
The love is unconditional
And I miss you more than a grown man should.

Anxiety consumed the bones in my body,
Consumed in shanty tombs,
You made room in your room,
For me.

Time after time.

I broke through the otherside,
You took your time,
Looking at you live,
I'm not remotely surprised.

The sun hides sometimes,
But we shine,
We shine.

Thee beeline sting my eyes,
We stayed awake for days,

2 am toast again,
Covered in butter,
Missing loafs, just crusts.
Soaked in brotherhood,
It's all good.

To toast again,
The best man.
The best laid plans in a world I was yet to understand.

I was underhanded,
And it haunts my thoughs,
The blood on my hands is more vibrant today than it was ever was before.

I made a home on your floor,
But I  endeavoured for more.

Hale stones weathered storms,
A scapegoat from Wythenshawe.

Immature to the core,
A star,
Sailor,
Surfing clouds of smoke,
Me, you, Treeman and Maz.

Four to the floor.

My selfish insistence,
Envies the distance between is.
Everyday,
Tomorrow
And yesterday.
I made all my mistakes in that safe place haven,
You gave me.
With mutua respect x

You never looked down on me,
Whilst I was down on my luck.

I'm looking up to you now,
I hope your proud,

And that's just the bad times,
A pastime -
Alas,
We laughed until sunrise -
Sometimes it was hard to stop.

Those moments locked in a treasure chest
And I cough with a heavy chest,
But only you and I hold the key to those stupid little memories.

Until the cemetery and four feet deep,
Thank you for making me believe in the fellow human being

I felt your allure, I'd go to war.

But i'm not sure now,
You love me anymore

You look at me, like you seen it all before,

I'm not sure,
You love me anymore.

I drag my feet, across the floor.

I'm not sure,
You love me anymore

I no longer, hold the door,

I'm not sure,
You love me anymore.

I feel alone, when your by my side,

I'm not sure,
you love me anymore.

You are the one that adore.

But I'm sure that
you don't love me anymore.

Hello sunrise,
My shining subtle friend.
Will you stay with me forever,
No.
For now well  just pretend.

Goodbye darkness,
I confided in deceit,
The secrets that we keep,
Inside
Could bring me to my knees.

Farewell tomorrow,
I loved you in my dreams,
The days go by in couplets
Wise.
But alls not as it seems.

Hold me right now,
Your touch is golden beams,
I've felt you wrap your arms around me
Tight.
And constricted my beliefs.

Here's to yesterday,
The best still yet to come,
Manipulate my finest words
And guise them as a pun.

Imagine the mind as a tree and the brain as a seed.
The mind is made by the brain as the tree is made by the seed.

Imagine routes growing amongst hostile environments,
akin to thoughts that germinate in the mind of another.

A thought formulates from the combination of accepted truths that spirals out of control like the tree and it's roots.

Yet these moments are only revealed when the earth is disturbed,
if not they still grow but remain unheard.

Thoughts forceful through pastures,
it's in the nature of the living to overgrow and expose like an explosions aftermath.

Repressed and unchosen, but even the best storms pass,
give life to the grass and the elements that surround sound.

The seasons change like the reasons to live again.
The bony tree branches shake away the secrets of human beings leaving footprints underneath that intersperse the leaves.
Like a strong breeze.

Imagine a human being as a growing tree,
naked underneath without the leaves;

The leafs fall in time and reveal the skeletons of the human mind forgotten thoughts of friends and enemies both left behind.

Hold me down in straight jackets,
dress me up in dinner jackets.

Hold my hand as we meander through the crowds,
squeeze my fingertips as we fly through the clouds.

Release your grip on reality,
lock lips and tongue kiss until we reach a moment of clarity.


Look at me differently with each glance,
epitomise your heartbeat with the footsteps of dance. 


Step on my toes and break my bones...

This could be our last chance for romance.
This could be our last chance for romance.

auteur

i write the same thing,
in a different way
with the slightest twist,
in melodramatic patterns,
through a spectrum of moods.
Always ambiguous,
again
and
again.
back to the blank page.
Starting once more,
again
the same game,
played
in the same way,
played
time and time
again.

i could of been a million things,
but i'm one of those million.
A billion manipulations,
hundreds of thousands of conversations,
and a trillion situations,
but i'm now just the combination,
of the placements of those subtle decisions.

the result is this.
an accumulation of bad decisions,
and fear.

conditioned to do what maintains my survival,
rather than whats vital to experience.
i'm nowhere near the person i could of been.

or should of been.

but it's too late now,
to change my stubborn ways.
a scared diplomatic reasonable boring *******.

that can't ride the rollercoaster.
that can't sky dive.
that can't leave the country.
that can't commit suicide.

pragmatic and content.
the worst combination.

i can't break the mould of my equation.
too sensible.
not scared,
just placid.

emotionless.

dead inside,

money means nothing,
success is nothing,
doing nothing is nothing,
but its easier as it has the same result.

i used to feel something,

but i don't know when that was.

maybe it was me.
maybe it was the ****.
maybe it was the world.
maybe it was the girls.

either way,
now,
nothing is my only friend.

and I've tried to feel -
but its not worked for nearly ten years.

i'm not sure i'll ever feel anything again,
but i'll pretend things matter, so i can fit in.

I was asked am i excited to go on holiday,
i said yes,
but i wasn't.
nothing changed.
nothing ever has.

I've seen so many things in the past few years.
neil young.
rolling stones.
bob dylan.
radiohead.
foo fighters.

i stayed in jim morons  motel room.

i felt nothing.

literally nothing.

i've succeeded more than ever before -

i won a £1500 last night.

Nothing.

It's my only friend and only emotion and none understands why i can't feel anything.
I dont understand it either.

I would do anything to feel terrible,
or anything,
pain,
love,
hope,
happy,
sad,
anything.

my feelings are frozen in stone.

I can't even care - it doesn't even bother me.

I'm just aware of it.

Nothing is my everything now.

Today
is
a,
nihilistic
dawn.
Do not say,
you haven't been warned.
At the crack of sunlight,
dead of the night.

The cats come out to play.

Relentless,
little,
***** cats,
******* up my habitat.
Wide eyed,
wide awake,
for heavens sakes,
give me a break,
How much more,
can I take?

*I knew I should of bought a snake.

Relaxing days,
lost in clouds of haze,
from a friendly face,
Reunited mates,
in a different time
and a different place.

A change in scenery,
lost in the greenery,
sometimes it’s too easy,
to forget about how much,
some people mean to me.

Timely reminders,
plans twist through hands
and in grinders,
the distance divides us,
Yet were never not far,
from our friends.

c(h)ancer

You took her final breath away.
She never stood a chance.

Earth, my visceral friend,
Vapid nature, mother tongues.
Spin around in virtuous form.
Contoured landscapes, there's no escape from gravity and scientific theories -
Stay clear of the scorn.

Foreign sands expose the driftwood,
Steer clear of the storm young one.
Amphibious beginnings,
Cold cold heart.
A thousands explosions,
Taken back to the start.

why don't you get me?
but you get yourself,
i'm you inside your mind, you're not special.
Mankind is more than you,
but man doesn't exist - other than yourself.

what a pity,
the city is so pretty.
made by those more busy than your idle hands and plans.

your vision -
solipsism,
you won't listen to me who loves you more than you could ever believe,
but i'm not programmed to project my beliefs on the television screen.

they'll never listen.

more fool you.
you're a fool,
fools gold.
been told,
but you still don't know,  
how we grow and how we've grown.

nevermind, nirvana said.
you were never mine, karma said,
lay me to rest in the restless tempress of your best dress and whatever you say, and whatever you said.

what did you say i don't know and i've no idea what you said.
it's black and white, i fell for you like the domino effect.
what did you expect darling?

oh darling. you should know me by know.
i'm the ghost in the clouds that rains down when the conversation drys out.

fluffy and high,
i'll pass by soon,
and the skies will be blue again.
just like you again

Glass splinters, shattered glazing.
Splintered instances, intimately unfazing.

A moments glaze through a monacle,
Omnipresent oracle in a sorrowful tone.

Opaque and oppressed, stressed,
bitten nails, blood drawn from the cuticles.

Beautiful touch, abrasive in nature,
But still smooth, still so smooth.

Held tight, aphyxiate the the trachea,
take my breath away, until the final gasp.

Dig the grave with broken nails and blunt instruments,
Clean up the mess, pristine, no evidence of the incident.

Sell them down the river.
Meandering amongst the ripples caused by skimming stones.
An abrupt change of tone,
will we ever make it home alive?

One time we drowned in the shallow waters,
a breath of fresh air so far away.
Lungs splattered on the banks of ox bow lakes.

I'm not fake I love you until the estuary.
Stand next to me as the water passes through our toes.

The splash is singing to me in dreams of melodies made by those tiny waves.
Wave goodbye to drought,
the storm is coming,
in an abundance of rapid music,
don't lose my grip,
don't slip into those surrounding currents.

My heart sank as the silence spoke,
and floated back to it's rightful motion.
We never bent nor broke.

Zeitgeist nights spent high like kites,
but only when we catch the wind.
It's singing to us, it's talking to us.
Who knows what this day might bring?

Sleep now sugar, let the hours pass.
Steep now mountains as the sand falls through the hour glass.
Talk to me, whisper to me.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring?

You stole my heart in Monamarte.
Crossed arms and crossed borders,
you told me from the start.
But who knows what the future will bring.

Not me my love.
Not me.

I wanted to change the world so it suited my subtleties,
You just wanted to change so you could fit better into society.

You went quietly whilst I went kicking and screaming.
I stayed awake for days whilst you lay next to me sleeping.

Since then,

we only speak in dreams,
and the cooler side of the cushion,
is the opposite team,
& so no it seems,

I’ve been lost since you left me,

for dead.

My best friend,
a nest egg
of opportunities.
I was a student of you
&
your beautiful truth,
but
we,
cr ac ke d,

under the pressure;

I still haven’t learn’t my lesson,
but
i’ll treasure you forever,
until we meet again,

Even though now,
you're a shell of your former self.

Nothing in the middle to divide us,
fading health,
too stubborn,
to ask for help.

She couldn't get any closer to the fire if she fried...

I don't want to live for ever,
Never,
To clever for that.

I don't want to work for the man,
never,
Signed up for that,

I don't want no steady life
Never,
Endeavoured for that.

I don't want to find treasure,
Never,
Got enough of that.

I don't want to look better,
Never,
Too weathered for that.

And I don't want to go sleep tonight,
Never
No, too leathered for that

X

Let me change the colours to your tune,
i’m blue but who knew - colourblind kind.
Your kindness hides the shades of gray,
no-one knows who you are in your film noir phase.

I don’t mind if your mind changes in a different way to cope with the day, who i am to say whats wrong when you follow the moon to the stars to find who you are.

but tell me the truth tomorrow,
our time is borrowed from a universal feeling that keeps chipping away until theres nothing else to say!

That **** Philosophy;

It’s taken away minds like mine before.

Yours is yours and that is fine, but i’m inclined to believe in the things I see in my dreams, defining my days meaning and the ghosts of the past, forgotten memories and moments we can never look past.

Take me back to the time we made love in the trust of foreign objects and the affectionate conquests,
I can’t test myself within the confinements of invisible lines.

Take a step back to look past the facts and believe in the fairy tale you told me so very well -
it only came true when you kissed me without the contract that came with it.

I maintain my integrity but theres nothing left of me but my reflections familiar.

Who am i? To hide my racing heart in sombre tones,
umbrellas shade my fleeting mind and bruised brain, time and time again and forevermore, I hope.

Can you cope with capital, pretty - that city steals your identity if you can’t breathe without resuscitation.

but the thought of the situation makes my heart beat; discreetly.

Skipping as we count down the days.

Where else do you guys post your poetry other than here??

Have a great day - thanks for all your support and poetry this year all the vest.

Nathan x

And nothing written in this book is true,
and those lines of pursuit ain’t nothing but old news.
And you know nothing if you think thats the case,
and you know nothing at all if you can’t put a picture to the face.

And now you find theres no cure for the lonely,
and you can’t find the evidence to show me.
And nothing you can say could change me mind,
and a love like this is so hard to find.

Your name pops up occasionally and I remember you fondly.
You treated me wrongly but I still hold you in high regard.
I'm not sure why we have drifted apart,
but we can never be close again.

I thought we were good friends,
but it seems i've upset you,
and you don't have the respect to,
tell me what your problem is.

The solution is this.
The dissolution of memories from our teenage years.
Closest thoughts,
blood sweat and tears.
Evaporated into the evolution of friendship that no longer exists.

So long brother,
those words make me shudder.
Maybe I should call you out?
Maybe I should call you now?

The phone just rings out....

i love watching a fellow poet grow in stature.
seeing them progress and reach dizzy heights.
you guys inspire me daily and raise my game.

Thank you all x

Poetry and artistic expression,
make me feel so vulnerable.
The pseudonyms hide my blushes.
from a juxtaposed complexion pale,

Set sail in to the blank page.
Making waves on those contoured lines.
the island of design is on the horizon,
yet it changes state each time we arrive.

i’m not surprised,
bashful,
tactically sound.
the waters are calm,
but i’m anxious,
until my feet feel solid ground.

27 forever,

don’t want to be sixteen please,
not now, or ever,

I’m done being twenty one,
it’s gone,
but gotten better.

but a twenty seven, i learnt a lesson in life,
a life before more eyes,
but wisest beyond my sights beliefs,

forever 27 but not my destiny,
there still life ln me to see beyond horizons,

i’ve seen behind them,
seen behind them in my mind and smile,
behind them,
seen behind them,
and beyond them with a similar style,

i’ve walk among them,
sung their praises in my darkest days,
i still sung them,
but it contradicts my life in ways,

and now we’ve come past,
in contrast to forgotten days,
we seen behind them,
despite of what our mothers
see behind them,
like i know she did back in her day,
behind them
as they are,

i won’t stand by them,
i’ll just stand away afar
and see behind them,
as i’m staring at the stars,

we;ll share the limelight,
they’ll see despite our wicked past,
we’ll shine like diamonds of the past,

illuminate behind them,
as we find a path to walk,
we’ll walk behind them, and we’ll
guide them in the dark,

if the world was ours,
if the world was ours,
(we worlds apart)

conversations correlation to constellations,
and thats an art,
and thats a start,
seen beyond them and behind them from afar,

if this world is ours,
we’ll stand beside them,
worlds apart,
won’t stay divide, because we decided to amass,

this world is ours,
we decided it ours,
escape the grasp,
of whats decided by the dark

In the full blossom of the evening

The whisper in the breeze and the dialect of a windswept cluster of leaves.
A thousand shades of green, yellow, amber, orange and brown,
As far as the eye can see.
The crunching sound, surrounded by the colour blossom as we navigate our feet taking steps amongst the littered ground.
As one slips, we laugh through muffled wooly gloves,
The bare faced cheek of it all,
Bashful in more ways than one.
Encompassed by the ****** of the sycamore tree.
Reveal yourself through the crooked branches,
We'll grow back before long,
And until then then - in the full blossom of the evening,
We'll act as if nothing's wrong.

Bluesologist

Why take those shots if might miss,
******* with a new age blues protagonist,
I've never missed a shot,
Steady aim, remember the name,
Nothing personal just a part of the game,
The same game where you made your name back in the day.

I got those blues in the curves of the feathers in my hat,
And I got those blues in the black soles on my shoes,
Sent right through the body,
You can't miss me,
But you can't see me,
Electricity baby,
Bringing them back down to earth,

Wired.
If your ever home alone tired,
I'll keep you company in those lonely nights by the fire,
Until you retire into the hollowness of tomorrow,

You had all those secondary colours on your palet,
Kept safe in your palace,
But I'm primarily blue and you can't mix it up,
Those colours didn't come true,

So we just remained blue,
As I do,
Consistently blue,
Permanently true,
What you gonna do about it?

Tell me,
What are you going to do?

you can bomb a country to pieces,
but you can't bomb a country to peace.