You wound yourself up,
When happiness is right there.
Just listen for once.

Things I'll never know,
And the things I will regret,
Swarm in my headspace,
A mass of mess and clutter.
Please don't throw your life away.

Time to start again,
It seems I ruin all things.
I'm starting from scratch.
I don't know if this helps me...
But I need to keep going.

I need to hold on,
Forever if I have to.
There is always hope.

In that travelling
Liquid, air bounce and precise...
And my mind wonders_

Ribbons of blood flood.
The sky. Pink for a moment,
All is suspended...

Green of leaf and brown
Let's look a little deeper
Before it falls down_

I don't understand
With chaos in distortion
And misplaced items.

Many notepads gained,
Filling with ten thousand things.
Meditate on thought.

What is happening?
All these drowned and drenched victims.
Screaming at myself.
I am intoxicated.
Still don't know what's happening.

Start mass producing,
Directing your energy.
The fruits of labour.

Analyse your work,
Then rework accordingly_
Perfection takes time.

scribbling across words
Making room for improvement,
By mixing it up.

Go back to basics,
Writing with pen and paper
So you see mistakes.

Parchment palimpsest,
Uncovering the hidden,
Ancient documents.

Do not allow truth
To come from repetition
Of egregious lies.

When they're talking lies,
Do not put up with such things.
Shine a light with truth.

When the truth be told
Something sparks in our logic
Implicit knowledge.

Gazing at my work,
I'm thinking I could add more,
But it needs it not.

And here is something_
That is not necessity,
Useless addendum.

With all sensations,
I'm experiencing life,
Through my five senses.

I travel through space
With no need to teleport.
Walking to each place.

The man doesn't want,
Us to love one another,
But that's what we do.

Rave is about love...
And ******* the man over,
With the love we find.

Music unites us,
It changes our perception,
And brings about joy.

Her silken raiments,
Fashionably cascading,
In pools on the floor.
With beseeching ******,
And outstretched limbs, inviting.

Dark onyx reflects,
Glinting in the dragons eye,
Smoke billows, rising,
Flames flourish and coals smoulder,
The crackle of candent tongues.

Red and cream cushions,
A mix match upholstery,
Softer dark grey throws,
And blank magnolia walls.
Red curtains and raised carpet.

Play those themes, play on_
Hope, love, faith and charity.
Hope can come and go,
But always returns when lost,
Love is protection,
But destroyed by rejection.
Faith is like the soul,
Invincible and mild,
Charity makes sense,
Actions speak louder than words.
Adorning hearts with virtues.

Boom thud, boom boom thud_
Eruptions of a ruckus.
With crimson darker,
Luminaries of the sky,
Echoes the silver moonlight.

Sunlight and golden.
Rays of light on falling leaves,
Cling to twig and branch.
They reach for absolution,
With windy supplications.

I'm feeling heavy,
Dropkick to the emotions.
Languish in torment.
Come on now, regain control...
You know there is always hope.

Bass bass treble trash.
With cymbal smash, cymbal smash.
Bass bass tremulous,
Patter patter crash, crash, crash.
Music so delirious.

Do you remember?
I am likely to forget.
No windows in time.
What of these patterns hidden?
And gateways of mysteries.

A long week ahead
I've got this day all planned out
Shame it starts at night.
Getting up before sunset,
My disjointed sleep patterns.

Debauchery.
**** this delicious feasting,
Such delights of flesh
The intoxicated sting.
***** and shameful voyeurs.

Don't you be like that,
There's so much more to it all,
Don't you be like that,
I want to love Him always,
I believe in forever.

Wagging his tail,
Little bird beating his wings,
What's he looking for?
A juicy worm or beetle?
Look closer at the brick wall.

I'll pick my poison,
Pick my mortality too
And scribble it down
Forgetting all as I flow,
By the hue of the tempest.

This new found cadence,
This instrumental framing,
Such woven madness,
Such pleasurable pattern
Undeniable mixing.

Splash in ******.
I love it, a master piece.
Eruptions of love.

This old crones masters,
Riding aback a tiger...
She danced in the wind.

I read your poem,
Thinking of the universe...
It does not exist.

Sap green lips that pout,
Paint the colours potion bright,
Serenade my love.

Pearly green and drift,
Sway in the autumnal chill,
Glowing in the gloom.

Now lascivious,
Dreams of secret desire,
Turgid and throbbing.

Thirteen O' seven,
My eyes don't sting so much now,
Slain by the night shift.

Everything is fine.
Or so I'm telling myself,
Onwards and upwards.

Powerful music,
It brings us all together,
It's our communion.

Highly progressive,
If you love what you create,
Give away for free.