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

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

All the dunes, done and rested.
sand that's travelled and arrived.
Lifting the clouds on a lover's sigh;
to dance around the sun.

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'm not sour,
or looking for revenge
or recompense.
I know it's your fault,
for not being
what I want.

But I will forgive you,
if you given me what I want.
Just change your mind,
change this life's font.

Give me acclaim,
for all my talent's n' passion.
come; see sense,
you know it's
what I deserve ,
n' what I want

And I will forgive you,
if you given me what I want.
Just change your mind,
change this life's font.

You're everywhere, man.
I just can't get away.
There when I'm sleeping ,
and at the break of every day.
Hanging in my time,
matching every word I say.
You're everywhere, man.
I just can't get away.

You're everywhere, man.
please just go away.
Take your hand of my wallet!
Get You're you out of my way.
Scrounging a living from
my worth each day.
You're everywhere, man.
please just go away.

When I'm shaving you're
hand is holding the razor steady.
While watching TV you give
me a running commentary.
While Looking in the mirror,
you look on bitterly.
Is there something wrong,
am I not worthy?

You're everywhere, man.
I just can't get away.
In my clothes and shoes,
using the same brands as I use.
Sharing my breath and heart beat too,
I'll curse each day I'm with you.
But I just can't get away.
We are I, yes  that's true.
But I don't want any part of you.
You're everywhere, man.
It just won't do.
You're everywhere, man
I don't want any part of you.

You know, I'm not really blue.
but I can't, just can't.
shake this not really blue.
When; i just.
take that shot,
that shot.
that shot of you.

The perfect Polaroid
image.
A dream of my imperfect
desire of you.
That deep hot
un-blue hue.
That makes me sweat,
sweat over you.
Makes me turn red hot blue.

You know, I'm not really blue.
but I can't, just can't.
shake this not really blue.
When; i just.
take that shot,
that shot.
that shot of you.

One more sunset;
what does it matter?
There n' gone,
unborn reborn.
Over and over.
Without a lick of sense,
or the luck of a four leaf clover.

If words had wings
and birds had words.
What would we
hear from the words the
birds would sing?
Words of the hardship
of the wing.
Or songs of love that
lovers sing?

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

On the wall where shadows grew;
Light lightly refracted though windows.
With cups of long cold tea;
where appropriate storms swim.
By a wall where shadows put on a show.

Let slip words aglow,
in skins subsurface shimmer.
Skip, flip, fall and tumble.
To Cracked laminate floors.
Spilling those storms out into the world.
The Sun boils, flowers  and then bows out
to a Gray sickle of the night.

In this world where shadows know;
A little light is all that's needed to nurture
the shadow's show.

Vegetarian sandpaper snake,
opaque as a back ache.
Tied into steam whipped air.

Needles and spokes,
rustled and restless,
concrete and wingless.

Following a Papel sideshow travelling into town
to form a claim of no coherent ambivalence.
With most moist avuncular symmetric denial.

Reclaiming such winkled names in claws.
Reptile claws of rainbow rhythm or
mindless meter.

Needles and spokes,
rustled and restless,
concrete and wingless.

Turning smile as screws eyes are bolts.
Locked out and locked in.

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.

Reality and uncle Neville
always seem to disagree.
I guess he can't see the
tree for the tree.

To him,Truth's a transparency
that he cannot see beyond.
He must stay faultlessly opaque.
To the material certainty,
of which he's so fond.

Reality and uncle Neville
always seem to disagree.
I guess he can't see the
you for the he.

The only things that
are real to him,
are those that can be held,
but not felt.
Each alternative truth
is a tree to be felled.

I keep trying to trying to write,
but the words keep running off into
the night.
While I collapse into docility.

It's as if me and creativity have
gone through a divorce.
I guess I must have thought
with a little too much force.

Maybe if I get a late night snack,
the word's will come running
back to take a bite.  
while I burst into verbosity.

When the measure is of a greater
worth than that which is measured,
we will diminish.
The grammar of our time will
be perfect.
Our words will be so refined,
but meaning will be
impossible to find.

The length of us will be the last of us,
the depth of us will be lost on us,
and finally we will be perfect.
Finally we will be empty.

We will live for the moment,
but each moment will be sparse,
we will diminish.
Each thought will be magnificent
in structure.
Our hold on “reality” will be firm.
impossible to transgress,
impossible to learn.

The length of us will be the last of us,
the depth of us will be lost on us,
and finally we will be perfect.
Finally we will be empty.

A Dance away from the
unquestionable answer.
hewn up in strings of moving space,
save a new question for a new day.

In all the toque of talk,
with what whatever will be.
Sheered off in all the spin.

Passages of statements,
towering columns of words.
Totter and teeter in unsure equilibrium,
all coded in meander messages.

In all the toque of talk,
with what whatever will be.
Sheered off in all the spin.

With purity or clarity;
only victory can win.

There's something swimming down there.
Unseen, subcutaneous under layer and layer.
Malice in that silence,
venom in that stare.
laying in wait, to strike, break,split tear.

Peace as a siloullusion of the swelling act.
Waiting on reality's organic nascent,
unresolved affair.

Whatever it is that swims waiting for a chance,
in your terror askance.
Will soon break on out, too real for fiction:
to swallow you whole in it's gruesome glory.

Today, today it is always today.
Never leaving my side nor allowing
my lids to rest their tension.
To hide from the always now,
the unrequited  thoughts.
Beliefs I never knew I had.
Within the seasons of the self,
standing in the shadow of my mind.

Away, away, please do not stay.
Give me tomorrow or yesterday,
Images and dreams of greater or new.
Visions of joy, structures of wax.
To follow the mind of the season.
Give me fact-free fantasy's
folly and fancies.

But:
today,today it's always today!
Always here to keep tomorrow away.

Wax hammers melting under a suspicious sun,
bubbling on the soft tarmac road unspun.
Sarcastic grass struts in impotent arrogance,
at the rustling of a billion pointless paper bags.
As sparkling sin, trusts a single pointless poem.

Teeth Will walk,
Words Will dance.
Tongue's whip lash
Frenzy.
Cut's into eye's state;
Askance.

Hello, I'm a pair of trousers;
a spot of ink, a stain of curry.
Though of course, not all
at the same time.
For an hour trousers.
For a day ink stain.
For every 5th week a curry stain.

I'd rather be coin in a wallet,
or the sea in the Bahamas.
But I guess I'm **** out
of luck.

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

You cannot deny;
this, then or why.
that little contridiction.
Incocistancy,
so constantly.
No need to know me.

let me wallow a while,
deep in my own dirt denial.
As a preposterous,
Hypicritapotamaus.

I won't lie;
exasperated sigh.
It's my own personal truth.
patiently,
so blatantly;
light won't show me.

let me wallow a while,
deep in my own dirt denial.
As a preposterous,
Hypicritapotamaus.

I'm sorry, but I cannot give,
without being given .
Though my fee is fair.
So please; Do pay.
If you want me to care.

It's just they way it now is.
A brand new start,
Since I privatised my heart

My blood may run green,
But I'm not mean.
Or full of malice.
But only if you pay,
Can I give you more
Than fay sympathy.

It's just the way it now is.
A brand new start,
Since I privatised my heart.

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.

Seas of concrete,
with fish climbing from the cracks.
Evil portent.
Growing hands brandishing knives.
Tongues in their eyes,
that slither with whispering intent.

Each whisper grows a wing
and a leg, hops and *****;
pointless dregs.

Filling each space,
With slashes and wild blind hacks.
Pain important.
Fatally finally stealing lives.
Teeth to their lies,
that leave all life impotent.

Each tooth a flutter free,
weightless fee, rots and drops;
pointless dregs.

I'mnotreallysurewhatI'mwritingabout.
MaybeifIstartto slowdownitwill startto
makesome kindof sense.
There, that's much clearer!

A voice from the past in a dream,
a voice not heard for years.
Some “hi” and generally pleasantness,
followed by:
a tale of a German professor,
how his experiment went awry.
All in clear concise German.
I'd almost forgotten that voice,
with syllables of neat acuity.
Giving comfort without a comforting word.
My minds way of  me giving a kind of esteem,  
I cannot really give myself.
As words of another, in a fragment of a dream.

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.

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.

Bodies burnt
brittle black.
On with attack
after attack.
Scores of scores
line the floors,
yet onward marches war.
So, please what is this
suffering for?

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

Starry starry lies,
You paint their tombs a deathly grey.
Look on as bodies crimson lay.
With lies that show the darkness of your soul.

Gallows on the hill.
Bodies in the trees countless kills.
Spread disease with inhuman chills.
With ruined streets in a violent land.

We'll always understand, what your actions came to be.
And how your turned you back on sanity.
And how you could lie so free.
They would suffer, but we did know how.
Perhaps you'll suffer now.

Starry Starry lies,
Burning towns in a heat haze.
Panicked streets in violent days.
Refract in Tony's eye's of blue.

Bringing blame to you.
All their tears as falling rain.
You face etched with shame.
Is hidden behind powers roaming hand.

We'll always understand, what your actions came to be
And how your turned you back on sanity.
And how you could lie so free.
They would suffer, but we did know how.
Perhaps you'll suffer now.

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.

You're Always the nowhere
in every location.
An Umbra unspoken:
Pure carbon black.

Spent all day.
looking for the perfect
thing to say.
but I guess these words,
will have to do.

None the less,
if a heart can ever
speak in jest;
This joke is for you.

It's all I need do.
Gather all the words
I could say.
They're less than perfect,
but so's any day.

Sum of the less,
if a mouth can ever
hide in jest;
a punchline for you.

I know,
what you'll never show.
Though I wont let you go,
I'm sure you'll slip away,
just like each yesterday.
left with just those
images in my mind.
Still dreaming of a dream
I'll never find.

Each time I see you,
I know for sure what I'm hoping for.
But I just get:
More salt water dropplets on my plams.
More broken heart cliches.
More of those missing days.

I know,
Why we're apart now.
Just a part of life's art,
Chiaroscuro of the human heart,
a forever between each stop and start.
But still it beats;regardless.
I'd rather a broken heart
than to be heartless.

Each time I see you,
I know for sure what I'm hoping for.
But I just get:
More salt water droplets on my palms.
More broken heart cliches.
More of those missing days.

Means of production for
repetition of an old proposition.
More for more's sake,
each against each other.
All on the take.
A fight to be "self-made."
So, come,join the staid.
Share or care, compassion.
All are in America; unmade.

As if she stays.
Ever ever stays.
A written word's waste.
Her good grace,
and mordant touch.
An adagio distance,
with askance persistence.
Craves to never have had,
never had been.

Count the doubles,
and minus the count.
Split the difference,
forget the amount.

It does hold.
hold hold on.
In silence's wordless way.
A slight trace,
my mindful crutch.
A cadence of defeat,
age of the time complete.
A Wish to have forever,
that which was never.

Count the doubles,
and minus the count.
Split the difference,
forget the amount.

May I borrow a tomorrow?
I'll trade you today and yesterday.
One is worthless,the other's
too much work.
Just give me the result,
without the effort,
and I'll be on my way.

Rote, just for you.
I can't help but
bear repeating.
What's gone cold,
is worth reatheating.
Speech is there,
in silence it drowns.
All I do is,
think and stare.

An eye for an eye,
across the room.
Or should it be;
A you for a I,
and I for you?

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.

From the thousands of lines drawn.
The pastel scribbled and smudged.
Paints graced onto blank spaces.

Why do I do?
No money, no acclaim.
But all the same,
I still do.

Notes strangled from guitars,
or arranged on staves.
Sound shaped to unseen geometry.
Heard by the occasional ears.

Is it all junk?
I'm no too sure
But all the same,
I do more.

Words thought and typed,
wrote and re-written.
Nonsense and sense,
some may have read.

Is there skill,
or sense in my sentences?
Or am I lost in
my own pretences?

The world would be incomplete,
Without starving people
And police sirens ringing
Out across the street.
Or without a wave of anger,
Crashing in a twisting torrent.
Washing any good away.
When you lie or steal,
it's okay as long as you keep it discrete.

Oh, suffer you all, to keep it working.
Sweat all your sweat through your brow,
even though somehow.
It'll stay complete.
To question for a change,
To the world seem so strange.
That if you do so,
You're cut away left to die,
A lonesome stray.

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.

A twist of a knot,
inside your skull.
a thought, a feeling.
Not to speak.
Such is the spirit of
the will of the weak.

Dream of an act,
or piston strong words.
Always fertile, never born.
Your struggle is yearning.
Doubt has a habit of
keeping you turning.

In a tryst of not,
still-born sapling.
A Restless dance.
In unending motion,
any action is studied Askance.