Why do I feel I cant
connect with the world
anymore.
I use to appreciate
and share its wonders
colors, arts
cute animals
and innocence.
Fluffy clouds
spiraling to a
new enchanted
kingdom as far
as I can see.
Hearing the
delights of
cries of doves
forming and
flying in the sky.
This is a perfect
vision, not something
tainted and blurred
by the cold reality
is more scary and
hard to face anymore
and see wars, famine,
poverty and death on
the TV.
Is there any
goodness really
left: sometimes
I just give up
and dwell into
my own bubble
at least I feel safe
in there but then
I see a stranger someone
unknown help a fellow
person in need. Sharing
warmth of a coffee
and offering food
to someone with
very little except
a smile which just
one gesture, one deed
makes this existence
all the more worthwhile.

My mind is buzzing
flitting between
feeling full and
then empty.
Depression lowers
my ambitions.
Mania is a rush
quick firing at
me in all directions.
I am dazed
don't know
how to fully
function anymore
heard and see
things that aren't
always there.
Am I in dream
waking up or
in real life
collapsing
into
nothingness.
Confusion
and fear
hits with
a sinister
glare.
What is normal
anymore?

Your eyes peirce
into my flesh;
soaking me in
your kisses  
you suckle me
into each of
your almond
shaped *******.

You lead me
into your
private home
surrounded by
the scent of
honey and flowers
we grow more
close together
every hour slow,
our seeds in the fields
we are about to sow.

Night approaches the peak;  
your form changes:
you become nothing more
than a dark eclipse shadow
hissing and creeping
further up my flesh:
trapping the light of the moon
drowning me in the water
the lamb to the slaughter.

That devilish halo
on top of your head.
The smile of the sunshine
kid painted in Patti Smith
spirited cloak of stars.

Always the john
to your Lennon.
Red and black
I always wore you:
you were words,
dark and coarse
pictures that color
my universe with
emerald pastels.

Hair painted out with
brown everlasting swirls
in the smooth pinch of
leather finger nails.

trip out with me to
cherry jelly kaleidoscopes.  
That outspoken diva
with light in her eyes:
tongue stuck out
in cheeky verse.

You painted dreams
with beats and breaths
you sew on patches
with hope and love.

The world would be empty
with out you.

Lets hear it for the penniless street beggars:
Tories call them unemployed working ****.
Let's hear it for every
****** up woman filtered
in tight cotton lace knickers.

The same lies over and over.
We are... in this together.

The exposure of Gordon Browne coverage
just another political propaganda
twisted by a bunch of crooks
in corporate suits.

The Youth learning to defend
fighting for the futile future.  
Students are the enemy
Cameron hero of the hour.

The same lies over and over...
we are really ******* up in this together.

Why do I feel lost?
the spirits
pass through
my dark
skull shape
heart.

I don’t feel
I can’t write
my heart
feels cold
my fingers hold
the rusty
pen of steel.  

I don’t know
the question?
I take a pill
Life’s only cure:
that inner remedy
What’s wrong
What is right?
I lose the lesson.


Losing more of myself
drowning in the
murky water:

Just can’t win...
life’s a fight:
a game of chance
to the bitter end.

Every word  
down to that sweet
taste of your lips
which you insert around
the tips of my tongue

the crooked smile  
revenge is sweet:
you run that extra mile.  

 
You make your move
this is the way you behave:
everything is a show.


You let me leave
you slither behind
I spit
you wait
yearning  for that feed.