I'm sure you'll trust me,
if what I say is
pleasing to your ear.
When I take grain of truth
with a dash of fear.
with words,that to some,
look like reality.
But they're really just
a cheap facsimile.

It's clear to see, you've
taken a vow of insincerity.
But every lie casts a shadow
that silhouettes reality.

We will pay to ****,
but not to save.
We will give the bill,
to who we ****.
and let them
dig their
own grave.

What is the use of a human being?
A human doing.
That loves the thrill of the purchase.
To consume and reproduce.
With total belief and dependence
on the system that keeps
us mind-locked.
When we all can be, and do,
so much more.
But for now the future
lays behind a self-locked door.

Entropy is not decay.
It's the platform of the
present day.
For all that disorder,
is what lead us here.
It's what we name
change when it's
change we fear.

With dusk on your eyes,
dust on your heart.
in the forever unreachable horizon,
In your shabby suit.
full of your worn body,
you let a sigh  loose.
Exhaling  invisible cartwheels of air,
as the desert stretches
out and onward.
Feels as if the sun is ready to swallow
you whole.
grey fine hears spit sweat beads,
on the run to the ground.
where the dust devils dance and die.
In a purgatory of sand.

I heard a squeaky noise
of fevered vigour.
opened to see a shocking
act of a well known figure.

For it was Mickey mouse!
******* a slice of Jarlsberg!

A dickey mouse pounding away.
The cheese isn't complaining.
So, I guess it's ok?

In this world.
Built on  foundations
of  temporary truth.
Where the root
is the limit of any route.
Growing into the stories
we are taught, from
the consensus in which we live.
We must remember,
truth can be changed.
new foundations can be built.
What is imagined can be what is.
Revolution;
is the gift we should give.

This world is a swam with
a broken neck,
rotting on the canal side.
While the junk of human
life floats in the deep-dirt
water; The cans,
wrappers and sunken
shopping trolleys.
Rancid under a sun
sweating light.
With all the eyes
that dare not look
on the physical,
nor the metaphysical;
for fear of clarity.

khopesh kisses,
she plants on your face.
Her empire of cruelty;
leaves you to rot.
Your bones to bleach,
in her desert heat.

With each cut,
you're drawn closer.
such an elegant poison,
is the power of passion.

Cleaverly cuts,
scamper on veins.
Life's blood is leaving;
to never return.
You are never you again.
she may leave;
you keep the pain.

Never label a politician as an idiot;
even if the label is true.
Chances are they still know;
better than they do.

Oh my dear Hubcap !
for you I fear!
Laying here;
resting on a roadside,
Torn from your kin.
Subject to mother nature's
weatherly whim.
Your once grey metallic
reflective brilliance,
turned dour by
creeping oxidisation.
That fate gave
a deliberate curse
is clear.
Oh my dear Hubcap!
for you I fear!

Pupils dilate,
control capsized.
bring you
close enough
to fill more
than your eyes.

**** the literary pretence!
fulfil my lust.
Give me your
sweet recompense.

Each touch
and caress,
types pure feeling.
Sensations that
give words no meaning.

We write this act
upon the world.
With sounds of
animal grammar.

Time can wait,
well past sunrise.
Our stanzas
on our bodies;
as we sleep in
each others eyes.

Sculptures in the air,
when we inhale and exhale.
While we whisper quiet conversation,
Speak out aloud, talk beyond the pale.

Indentations in the air
swirl in wisps around footsteps
on a busy street.
When we pass or when we greet.

Waves we leave,
as our life's weave
a temporary tapestry,
Woven unconscious
around us.

I try;
with my little lie,
to make
a subtle adjustment
to reality.
A slight hue
of the untrue.
Coloured just
to suit me.

It's only one
little fraction
of the larger whole.
Surely that's worth
the loss of a little soul?

A dream is dead, only work remains.
No splendid deeds of creative worth;
or even ones of pure mediocrity.
So bury my mind and body
in the dirt.
I may still be living;
but my mind's inert.

Goodbye pen, paper,
notes and words.
My spirit is
Split and burned.

I was a fool to
think I'd ever be
more than a fool.

Goodbye; This life
grows too cool.

Just a pop song with
these few chords.
So why does it strike so
many in my mind?
Remembrance of things past,
hopes rise and fall.
The world's betrayal
of youth's naivete.

words and songs that touched me,
all the ones that left me cold.
so many stories thought of ,
only to be untold.
In a singers cracked voice,
your life seems to be;
Bonded with
words in a
song's melody.

An honesty harmony
fills body and mind.
Sleeping feelings rise
in sudden passion.
Words and  music riding
each others wave.
Hope living on
in youth's naivete.

Just some words on the run.
swift across the page.
fleeing from each
snappy slogan you
slip them into;
as is the fashion,
in the social media age.

Cash-bag that hashtag,
in your ego's account.
watch that self
worth multiple,
until finally you're
the apple of your
own eye.

For other's “inspiration,”
flash your bare
cheek ***.
for other's “motivation,”
show that six pack
muscle stack.
As if you're both
the world highest ideal
and  it's base foundation.

But, all that's wrong
is true of me too.
so just like them
pass me by.
After all, this whole
thing is more words on the run.

Sweeping all the dust and waste.
Before; before you go.
Leave it clean and spotless.
Before;before you go.

What was it before it was new?
You clean all away,
so you cannot answer.

Close the door and lock it shut.
Just as; just as you leave.
Pocket the ice cold key.
Just as;just as you leave.

What did you keep behind the door?
You don't reply.
Because you've no need to any more.

Inflection detection in wording circumspection.
Emotion induction from sentence construction.
Thinking,reckless, breathless.

Intrepid interpolated  meaning interpretation.
Conclusive concussive membrane concussive.
Paranoid, panoramic, irrational.

Dogmatic denial Vexing act servile.
Divisional divisive delusional decisive .

Thinking,reckless, breathless.
Paranoid, panoramic, irrational.

Hear those droplets.
trickle and speckle.
Falling to the right,
strong against the night.
It’s only a light thing,
just some water on the wing.

Bedded down,
silent alongside.
warm and salty,
All too easy to hide.
It’s fallen from my vision,
a vision of you by my side.

Steady on into time as
part of me that isn't mine
Until the morning comes
and I touch down.
Then it’s time for me
to leave this town.

Bring me to heel

Task me to feel that crushing sensation

Oblige me to love you in my defeat

Your clutch at my heart

lift me from my feet


My heart leads me to feel

The passion in the rough

And I fall

Head under heel in love


What are bruises

Compared to the passing of time

Love learns the hurt hurt leads love

I'll be your haunted woman

As you look from above


My heart leads me to feel

The passion in the rough

And I fall

Head under heel in love


Crush me baby

The waiting isn't thrilling me

Just release me from my expectation

A cruel word or a cut n' bruise

Love versus pains elation


I once knew tender love

Touch and kiss

A glimmer of the past

Lost and missed

Pain is not just reality

It IS me

I was in a toga,
she was doing yoga:
I don't know her.
Handed me the sushi,
instantly I grew a beard;
It was bushy.

Her eyes mad a sound like
lightning,
which startled a sardine.
The sky was aquamarine.

As we ride through the tide
of the ever increasing us.
It quickly becomes clear,
that the dead aren't the
only one's who died.

Living in those strange hours,
between each tick and tock.
Melting the moment's
from the clock.

A wakeful sleep,
all passes by.
Ideas appear,
then slide away.
Maybe they fell
below the bed
on which I lay?

Turning those strange hours,
around my mind.
Looking for the ideas
I never find.

Bring me to heel

Task me to feel that crushing sensation

Oblige me to love you in my defeat

Your clutch at my heart

lift me from my feet


My heart leads me to feel

The passion in the rough

And I fall

Head under heel in love


What are bruises

Compared to the passing of time

Love learns the hurt hurt leads love

I'll be your haunted woman

As you look from above


My heart leads me to feel

The passion in the rough

And I fall

Head under heel in love


Crush me baby

The waiting isn't thrilling me

Just release me from my expectation

A cruel word or a cut n' bruise

Love versus pains elation


I once knew tender love

Touch and kiss

A glimmer of the past

Lost and missed

Pain is not just reality

It IS me

the daylight was fraying at the edges
as each page burned brightly in her hand
walking too fast for her feet to meet pavement
slabs with a regular beat
she stumbled and spilt the words on to the ground
“not” landed next to “now”
“love” to a distant “desire”
“loss” laying with “aspire”
all her words scattered
not saying a sound

everyone saw
everyone knew
each shining you
to each shinning you

The words were fraying at the edges
as she scurried and grasped them in her hand
heart beating too fast for the seconds to
keep a clear count
They stuck to her hands with all the sweat and hurry
“look” next to “up”
“love” to a near “desire”
“loss” laying with “aspire”
all the words she scattered
in her worry

And she saw
and she knew
that shinning you
to shinning you

his shadow was firm at the edges
as he knelt to help collect words in his hand
exchanging silent glances as words flow
through their hands
while their fingers shuffled and danced away
“yes” next to “yes”
“love” is true “desire”
“heart” sleeps with “fire”
no words can match what
a look can say

Then they were
him and her
both shining you
to shining you

My pet theory goes running in the yard.
with it's, “is this what it is or something else?”
And self imagined self imagining
another's imaginary me.
Questions of will this be as it should,
or as it will be?
Tips it's head to one side in confusion;
then raises a leg n' does a ***.

My pet theory loves to go chasing  cars.
With it's “is what ever we have what we deserve?”
Blaming the other for the others need
while praising the “I” over all others.
Questions of are all creeds ,species
and kin truly brothers?
Tears the bumper from car;
Runs of to place it with the others.

My pet thero.... Oh, it's just
gone and laid a nice big
steaming pile of pretence
on the kitchen floor.
I don't want this pet theory Any more!

© 2016 Greg

As we ride through the tide
of the ever increasing us.
It quickly becomes clear,
that the dead aren't the
only one's who died.

Everyone a wit by meme's viral decree.
In a world filled with obnoxious
visual flourish.
Visions of you for you,
and me for me.
Scream out form each
personal singularity.
in this word weary world.

We all learnt to love ourself,
but forgot how to love anyone else.
We're a mirror reflecting itself.

Insufferable suffering at the heart of sulphur intent.
Resolute in repetition, caustic in touch,
austere in intent;
ruffles words and mixes in ego‘s promise of absolute within.
Endless shining perfection.
Clarity personified.
Morals petrified to a solemn stone reminder of sin.
All suffer; in the dead heart
Of powers self pleasuring whim.

It's a solemn sun that sets
on your final day.
To lay forever un-awoken.
the last leaf having fallen,
a final breath spoken.

But anyway,
the suns heat remains
in photographs with
dusty frames.

The sun was there,
it will be again.
Just in a different body;
with a different name.

Fallen ashes in the wind
and rain.
But it's all a reminder
that there once was
a flame.

A solemn way that sets up
a brighter day.
For the new awoken.
As the sapling grows,
the chain; still unbroken.