i see you
formulate in the sky,
until a permanent cloud remains,
for all to see.

You settle in a montaged dream sequence,
a sweeping sentiment of sweet innocence;
in the equilibrium of your natural habitat.

Just a rain clouds tears away.

A utopian notion,
broken reluctance inspired by emotions.
A colloquial calmness
confronts the surface,
we burrow
down,
deeper,
for the winter in preparation of the hibernate soul;

The harsh cold paradise takes toil into the parable.
In the midst of Nirvana with a frozen heart.
A lake remains.
The tears turn to rain and solidify likes scars.
The reign is over,

You melt into my arms.

In the morning when the moon hides,
That's where I'll be.

The same place,
The same face.

Lost in thought, lost in space, floating around you, just in case;
look up you might see

I'll be amongst the atmosphere biding my time,
Waiting in time to shine off your reflection.

I'll be there at the reception of the clouds,
Waiting for the storm to pass.
You'll be proud now when you see who I am crescenly.

Presently I'm a lunatic, the tides not been on my side recently.
I frequently find myself hiding amongst the abyss, prophetically deep in thought,
waiting for the storm to pass and reveal myself like a lunar eclipse.

Those loose lips cause a nuisance.
Sink ships.

But why do you care about those haters with so many holes and so many craters.

That's not like you, that's not the moon I know.

I'll see you later this evening,
like most nights,
or I might of the storm passes in time.

fortified lies,
forty nights and forty days,
so many ways to hide the devil inside you,
he don’t tempt me,
but he’s got a hold of you,
and i see red,
with everything you say and what you do.
i see you struggling,
just to juggle what is true,
to find the line inside what is real and what is you.
i’ve spent my time,
trying to make your lies to truth,
but i have found that defines me and you stay you.
i’ve seen the light,
and the beacons shine on you,
but you reflect from the lights that guided you.
and now it’s darkness,
but your seeking for your youth,
and as you age, you don’t know just what to do.
and inside, there are pieces of me in you,
but we collide and i can’t pretend it’s true.
i wish i lived, a life as false as you,
but i can’t disguise reality like you do.
and i watch you lose your life until it’s through,
you don’t care, about the legacy abused.
thats ok.
but i just can’t be like you,
so don’t expect me to spend my time with you.
but i miss the things we used to do,
and since you left ,
my dreams will never come as true.

i see you in the Philippines.
east of the sunrising,
colliding with my thoughts.

Taught differently to me.
yet a breath of fresh air.

How you living over there?

Not like me,
i guess,
Wondering whats it like in Manila,
Sat here in London,

Were not far in mind,
but far in land.

Not far in skin colour either.
And we probably believe in different things.

My life embargoed.

Would we trade places?
I don’t know.

This one is for Paolo,

The crystal ball see’s the future;
Cristablo.

X

Last days hopeless,
myxomatosis

Ridden like a champion,
Diseased then deceased.

Rest in peace chief and the secrets you keep.

What lies beneath the surface seas is beneath me and beyond comprehension.

Did I forget to mention that I could see in the dark?

Rip your thesis part and take us back to the start.

A sharp dart, stupid, is all it takes Cupid to bring us together in cells and effect the brains nucleus.

But these bad habits won't change our tactics;
slapstick style remains in the temperance of saints and frustrates until we meet again...

Don't lose focus,
myoxmatosis.

The disease spreads like wildfire,
the wildfires spread like disease.

RIP please, just rest in peace.

Juxtapose my thoughts hold close and dearly,
departed,
nearly an artist.
Recently started,
standing up to be counted,
but the fact is,
the numbers don’t add up.


Pull the rug from underneath my feet,
and i’ll feel at one with the ground.
my soles will meet the surface,
and the holes in the life i chose.
will be exposed to those I surround.


Mistakes repeated like a daily routine.
a habitual cycle,
ritual in virtue,
I never meant to hurt you,
but the aftershocks are oblivious to man made emotions,
you watch in retreat,
as I go full circle.




Meander through my mind,
for one final time, 

maybe mine will change yours,
like the course of a river,
after a natural disaster.




My time alone is golden,
selfishly spent,
a time to payback and repent,.
I wish that made sense,
I whispered again.


For heavens sakes,
when the levee breaks,
you might understand,
I’m scared of the sea,
but i’m lost on the land.

a quart of tequila,
still no feelings,
spinning ceilings beneath me,

in my venomous state,
we went to comedy night at the viper room.

torn to shreds in the front row,
of a gung ** americanised show.

i came because the river still flows,
with depp and the stageshows from the whiskey a go go,
directly opposite the pavement.

the boulevard was full of cars,
and homeless superstars,
that made it far,
but not past the stars on the walk of fame,
Holly would never be the same again.
*******, *******.

we walked past the cast of a bottomless flask,
cast in the shadows of the sorrows of rodeo drive,
staying alive is easy,
follow,
the yellow brick road and wish for a dollar.

tomorrow is another day.

i seen a man of my same age,
he was a traveller,
vocabular immaculate,
hair cut ******, dindn’t shave much,
one of the same touch.
grubby hands and unfinished plans.

his sign said, were ******.
i teared up,
he looked up and stood up and we hugged.
i could see me in his weird look.
just another rhyme in my page book.

i gave him a bag of survival necessities,
i hunted him down after 24 hours.
i was worried to go back,
and finish what i started.

i consider the concept as an artist,
but the truth is this,
the humanist within,
could never miss that appointment.

he sat there in the same spot,
and if i didn’t come,
he could of lost faith in the promise of a circumstance.

i took a certain stance,
he said he was a traveller,
a poet with grubby hands,
i held him with open arms.

i don’t worry about him,
i worry about you,
a ***** and the truth,
trumps and mansion and no use.

i’ve read between the lines,
and wrote this motion on tightropes and suspended emotion.
they want a showman,
but when we show them the ocean,
the don’t want to know the deepest minds inclined.

absolutley,
mutiny in the ranks,
my heart sank when you decided to revamp,
your opinion of me implicitly.

minor to me,
skeleton key to multiple routes.
i never gave a **** about your opinions then,
and I certainly don't give a **** now,

nor have i ever,
stared the gift horse in the mouth.

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.

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.

Oh Marilyn Monroe,
you were married to the stage show.
The baggage you carried made you run from home,
into the arms of Joe DiMaggio.

How could they of known?
The demons in your mind,
hidden inside the beauty that you portrayed on the outside.

They say revenge is dish best served cold,
but some like it hot.

Oh Marilyn,
you must of forgot.

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....

On Angels Wings,

Dearly departed,
i miss the artist in you.
Soweto Springs.
Marooned in the mountains,
of stakes split socialism states.
so
high.
Liberalise my mind one final time,
before you
f l o a t into paradise.
Enchanted wonderland,
big game Zion elysium,
in the Kruger National park.
I miss you after dark;
Your kingdom come in those
happy hunting grounds.
How low could one go.
Perched upon Kilimanjaro,
table top feasts,
the
wilderbeasts,
perch upon the mountain range,
and
will eat you alive.
I miss you in the mourning.
I have no words.
None.
Johannesburg.
Where you gave birth to my world.

one for the delirious,
the inquisitors equipped,

loose lips,
loose grip.
loose lips,
loose grip.


the truth is the troops
are lost in the loops,
of houdini moves,
from those fools,
those fools,
those fools.

oh what can we do,
to break through to the justice.
alas, alas,
the rustic handshake.
not much comrade,
not much.

combat,
contrast,
combat,
contrast,

those stage show motions,
we slept on the stage,
we slept on our opponents.

i’m broken,
i’m broke.
**broke.

On the river Liffey

I walk the same streets,
The same steps,
Familiar faces and similar sounds,
The same buildings and surroundings,
The same noises and recognisable faces.
Deja vu,
As the days go by,
Nothing seems to change in this town,
But that's not necessarily true,
If only they knew what others have been through.
To get to today.

I know that smell and I've seen that smile before.
Reflections caught in the glass,
Perpendicular to the way the river flows towards the sea.
That's where I'm heading without breakfast,
To break this mould and cycle,
Just to see you again.
Something that's real and something new.
Something beautiful and something true.
I can't tell you how much I wish that something or someone was you.

I've been here before,
But not without you by my side,
I'd walk away in foreign directions and you'd come long for the ride.
Forbidden and forgotten we miss the sites usually spotted,
By those a little less in love than us.

For some reason, today,
It was so important see the sea.
I walk for miles with swollen toes and bruised and battered metersal bones,
Just to see as far as my eyes could.

Just to see a new combination of waves before they break again.
Never in the same place again.
Ever again.
I think about the notion obessively,
The ocean holds me close indefinitely,
But it's still not the same.

The same place and the same time,
The same me but slightly different mind,
Eroded in time.

I walked a long way to see the sea today,
I walked along way to see the sea.

Even though I remain true,
And the sea remains blue,

It's could never be the same without you x

And you remind me of every person I know and love.

If you can live long enough,
Life will teach you how to live,
And in the moment we'll grow.

And all I can give
Is nothing more than the truth
As we reap what we sow.

I guess it's true what they say,
You live and learn,

Misguided youth now we wait and burn,

I guess it's true that it's easier to fake than it is to actually do.

The devil disguised in the roots,
I watched him grow inside of you.
Inspite of you, I was inspired by you,

But
I was just passing through,
Transparent apparently on a path led with tangled leaves,
Tread into the ground.

I guess it's true that were bounded by love.
As the seasons changed so did the reasons to fall.

And I fell for you implicitly,
like rain drops from clouds.

Awoken with a sombre tone,
a shattered spine, twisted curling toes.

An empty ink cartridge, grinding cartilage.
It started like this, but it can't go on.

As the bones meet, the pain is no longer discreet,
unbearable, climbing up the walls;
dents made in the wood chip by newly chewed fingernails,
hanging on to prevent the falls.

The desperation to cling on to whatever's left of the self.
The wealth took over you didn't it?

It twisted your mind until it every thought became mangled.
Those drugs you chose to use...
Those spangled moments seem so misconstrued right now don't they now, you idiot?

Nothing happened,
Nothing came true,
No-one came through,
Other than me,
Other than you.

Sleep now as the pain relieves,
it floats away like a helium balloon,
healing the wounds with the secrets you keep:

This is the place that you and I meet.

Sharp pain side splitting,
harsh words hard hitting.
Sleepless nights, endless fights.
Try as I might the pain remains inside...

Unidentified, but never left,
uncomfortability felt with each breath.
Unbearable days and unimaginable nights,
Take the pain away and turn off the lights.

Heavy breath, wheezing tight chest,
freezing and cold sweats,
feeling so close to death,
Paracetamol,
paranoid to eat them all.

peanut butter and jelly


smooth crunch,
dilapidated layers,
crushed into,
nuts and margarine,
it seems those screams,
in dreams are clarity,
in reality,
whispers of margins,
so close,
shaves and wavy days,
charging in %’s in head rests,
pieces left in indents of you,
on the mattress.
The fact is,
subjective to the
context of sparks,
ignited by espionage,
rubber gloves,
the ****** scope,
from afar,
how did we cope
before they put us together,
in jars.
The antithesis,
of all we can be.
Weak at the knees.
Peanut butter and jelly,
ready to eat.

Podium

That’s me on the totem pole,
with the face paints and cigarettes.
The smoke burns your eyes.

That’s me on the pedestal,
ears to ground and eyes in the clouds.
The rain soaked your skin.

That’s me on the platform,
with the rucksack and treasured artefacts,
The timetables melted your mind.

That’s me on the podium,
soaked in sweat, medal around my neck.
The track broke your heart.

That’s me at the finish line baby,
maybe,
we could go back to the start.

There was time my mind was yours,
But my heart is yours regardless,
The beats defined a music sheet and you played me like a harpist.

The score settled like rose petals in the essence of the tarnished
The stems remained like overtures,
And that's where it all started.

You blossomed in the minus key,
Your golden touch was midas
The treasure crept in semi clefts,
The breath I took was harnessed.

I played the jester to your beat
And bowed to you my highness.


You took my crown and held me down
The curtains closed in darkness.

Rainbow
moments
divide
our
desires
into a
spectrum
that
can
never be simplified
by colours alone
X

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.

i made her run like her mascara as she cried
and i just sighed;
dead inside.

i seen the tides change, she’s tired of me again and who can blame her for talking sense time and time and over again.

i sat on the fence and built a wall around the tension.
Pretending to be on my best behaviour to saviour the pretence.

i sliced through my pale skin,
so you could hear me screaming inside.
the blood poured and you cried,
as much as i tried
i couldn’t hide my shame.

And you could spot how the blade glides that this was just a game.
I felt tame as the scars healed before you saw me again.

I peeled those scabs, red raw
blood sore.
I need to feel what i felt before you saw my insides and core.

But the metaphor was lost in translation.
We spoke the same language but couldn’t stand it when we didn’t understand one another.

We didn’t know at the start,
closed tight shut forever delapidated situation.
Bankrupt.

Yea,
We didn’t know at the start,
money tight, tightrope outspoken broken up arguments and tense situation.

Yea baby,
we just didn’t know at the start;

That art,
was the gate way
& the key to our hearts.

Just because it sounds good. Doesn't mean it makes sense.

Serendipity

Circumstances of the unforgiving sea,
Breaks my foundations like a wave.
The sun is out for blood,
Yet we are deceived by the breeze.
Farewell faro, so long for now,
I'll see you again
Someway, somehow.
For now take me home,
There's changes to make,
The chip on my shoulder dislocated my mistakes.
I'll change no matter how long it takes,
And you're safe here with me
At peace
At least,
until the levees break x

The last to leave
the ghetto standing,
the flames
came in waves.  

Wildfires,
light up
the night skies,
horizons
Are those fire flies?
the sounds of sirens?
charred ash
black,
or
the sound of silence?

The phoenix
&
rubble
conundrum.

The standard prose,
bloodstained clothes,
and holes,
where things used to go.

Those pieces don’t fit anymore,
a malleable man,
that couldn’t stand the heat.
a flash in the pan.

We’re slightly charred by the situation,
tarnished,
yet not quite burn’t.

The smoke
smells fresh
in the
green grass.

As the time,
passed.

They made the most of those fertile soils.
They spoiled the landscapes,
with mistakes made
for the price
of oil.

Just set me on fire and let me burn
with the earth.

She had a tongue that could open a wine bottle.
Razor-sharp articulation.
A fine art, some might say.
Living sentences on a knifes-edge.
It started in a unblunted manner,
The force hit smacked splintered minds like a hammer.
Honed in cuspate motions,
Incisively smashing the nail on the head.

She wasn’t wrong often.
Vivacious wit vivid oscillating witch,
some might say.
Not I.
I followed in the downstream of her resonance.
A quivering wreck,
soaked from head to toe in her libretto.

She marched in stilettos,
locomotive tip-toe motion,
devotion to the traverse.
Deviating as s he ambulated across lurid cobbled paths.
How she manages, alas.
Evades my comprehension.

She had this brunt agitation,
as if,
she couldn’t hear the words you say to her.
Maybe it was her nescient nature.
A think naive conversant,
If only it was that simple.
Those dimples on her cheeks were like craters in the moon.
That cheesy laugh fractures.

She escaped from Alcatraz,
Caught only by the dereliction,
of her minds conviction.
Infamy lapsed,
as she collapsed in a pretzel of marvellous contortion.
She radiantly turned to stone,
a statuesque stanza.
Cloned in allure,
that never found answers she was looking for.

i’m singing happiness,
from a place of despair.

Those dark lights
emphasis the spark
of brightness lost in the night.

as we soldier on,
with a chip on our shoulder,
weapons at arms,

take a moment to relax,
reload,
and aim for the stars

We don't mean you no harm,
and I know that it's strange,
to aim for the target
knowing those bullets aint remotely in range.

do it again,
we do it again,

we’ll see how close we can get,
anyway.

In the darkness we slept in world records  of our evenings,
believing in better days.

maybe,
but knowing better anyway.

the law of averages say it in lehmans terms,

i’m the reason for the medium,
the yin and yang of the best made plans.

they never last until completion,
just good intentions and interventions,
it could of meant something to someone surely.

if not me,
i’m bored by the habitual routines,
a scene only has meaning,
if it’s set with intention from beings,
if you get what i mean.

so long society,
as i quietly slip from your succulent grasp.
i’ve been meaning to ask do you swallow them whole?
or do you devour the body first,
and then feed on the soul?

society has forsaken me,
i won’t go quietly into the slot for me,

live life like a slot machine,
accosted by the cost of life and human beings.

Waiting patiently for the payout that never comes.

Sometimes I write things and then look back at them and think...
                                    *Was that really me?

Are you disappointed?
That our dislocated touch
still
lingers,
In buildings now dilapidated,
Days seen better,
Pupils dilated in dire straights.
Are you frustrated?
Our genetic make up,
Ran away
d
o
w
n
your
pretty
face,
laced with love -
but deflated.
To reveal pale skin,
Rivers of mascara flow,
Eyelash flickered like wings,
And flew into destructive mushrooms clouds en passé.
We must move,  
Fast;
To survive the dynamites blast.
Let me demonstrate this,
Now;
Do you still see stars in my eyes?
Is it constellations,
Or conversations behind turned backs you wish to have?
Out of order,
To betray with sharp knifes in spines,
In spite of the time we spent
Fermenting like fine wine.
Are you still mine?
Or just disappointed?

I'm just pointing out the obvious,

In an ominous motion we
burnt
out
like
shooting
stars

alas

We made it this far,
You
whispered
into
the space i used to take up in your heart.

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.

Teardrop

Your not the one one to stay awake until the anxiety goes away,

Those teardrops fall like raindrops down the side of your contoured face.

Out of this world so vividly,
Watching the rain become the sea.

Opinions divided like rivers estuary,
That's where we meet,
And leave our legacy.

Sometimes it easier to let go and breath,
Than to carry on and bleed
Out.

But those tears
still
fall
like
snowflakes,
Melting my heart and changing the landscape of our lives.

Contours, contours,
Mountains divide us,
The sheer drop petrified me,
But I still want more than those tears,
A range of emotion and silent devotion,
To you and you alone.

At my highest peak
Teardrop.
Another drop of tears fall down your cheeks,
That's for your fears my dear.

Or maybe,
Just maybe,
it's just me.

Tear
Gas
Has
No
Use
When
People
Are
Already
Crying

that girls already gone,

You can stand and watch in the distance,
but you know it won’t make a blind bit of difference,
you  see, you can’t change every opinion,
that girls already gone.

Now you could stay up for days,
change yourself in a million ways,
but some things can never change,
and that girls already gone.

If you truly value this place,
bend and break, just walk away.
before it’s been too long, it’s too late.
then that girls already gone.

The abstract acrobat

How you going to catch me with those tiny arms,
tiny dancer,
i don’t mean you no harm.

Those words you said went over my head,
and who needs a safety net when your safe in my arms.

Swing with me bambino,
i’m a monkey at best,
an ape at my worst,
I’m not sure what you expect.

Pirouette on those tiptoes that keep your feet on the ground,
It’s futile to get high if we never come down.

You heard me before,
purgatory flaws,
emerging to the sound of applause,

Those circus circumstances,
freak show romances,
We take chances beneath those bright lights.
Each and every night,
we take chances beneath those bright lights,

To the delight of the crowds.

hello
bitter,
sweet,
secrets.


Impeach the president.

Sentiment is evident.
I never meant you any harm.

Said the weapons company,
supplying those arms.

Put a lid on it tonight,
fliladmites.

You can't harm me either,
I believe in beauty within the eyes of the receiver.

I'll blow away your limbs.
Second guessing the atoms patterns.

This track here (trachea)
crush your adams apple.

bite it judas,
move past the eden garden.

I'm hardened like solidification

Vindication evades me.

In a daydream,
they seem,
so lazy.

Pay me for the time spent dropping bombs on then tombs of family tree.

Gravity brings me back to earth,
and the drill takes me underground to the burial grounds.

I'll lay flowers around your decrepit eulogy.

It never bothered me before.

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

the dark, the death, the knight

through a smudged sense,
of reflections in the mirrors,
obscure those never-ending sinners,
amongst us, losers and the winners.

The path pathed through tranquility,
in pilgrimage with the night.
Darkness passed and daylight spoke,
the sharpness slice of spikes.

A mellow calling forms storms,
the meadow's yellow namesakes.
Nameless reverberation heard,
between the birds and bone breaks.

It takes more than Haven,
in the afterglow of the last laugh.
the paths crossed shards of glass,
the waters ***** from the back splash.

In the aftermath of white noise
and the tyrants rise in silence. ,
mother nature defeated the motherland,
and the whole world sang together
in alliance.