green hungry eyes wait for me at the road corner
a forever mourner
my disappointment i can't hide
failing once again to feed a mouth on the roadside!

her every evening i meet
waits the pariah on the street
for one scrap of biscuit!

she's my sullen evening's muse
quite easily i find an excuse
sorry sweetie i was lost in thought
am sorry i again forgot!

she waits till the last of my sight
till gone in the stark length of night
her eyes pleading tomorrow when we meet
must celebrate with a piece of biscuit!

the night sky brims with the stars
in the air is grim chill's curse
*what if she's carried away on wings
leaving me with desolate evenings!

The sun quickly goes hazy,
Leaving silhouettes of naivete

All the melodies that stirred the tree's being,
Never left its veins; still creeping

Summer whispers stories to the other parts of the dozen,
Dauntless tales beginning to finally ripen

One has savored the flame from the lips of a lad,
While the other, on one's own, the mountains of the land



The dove witnessed all of these,
and is now demeaned of herself
For she only thirsted for a burgeon of love,
however, devoured the liquid of despair

I need that disaster,
that chaos which runs through my head and the faster it goes the better I like it,the madness of mayhem that flows from my brain stem is all that I need,feed me flights of sheer fantasy,show me the sights of calamity and let me climb down into the tree with Alice.

If I'm Shot through with lunacy like a candy stick I will be,licked into infinity to play with eternity quick games of whist,twist,ludo and who knows the score when one is mad to the core and the maggots of knowledge are eating your brains.
How boring I'd be if I was just me,
but I'm not
I am Napoleon,Leonardo,Joan of Arc and Tristan da cunha..yes, I can be an island, in the crazy of my land it's possible to be,
the Island,the sea,the shore and much more.

There is trickery in the madness of lunacy,to some I'm quite sane,then again so are they,nothing's as grey as the black in the white within the light of a lunatic's day.

We try to be happy all the time
But not dare the untrodden miles
Forget the heart’s rapturous rhymes
End up in wooden smiles!

Someone please give me smile broad and wide
So can be seen all my teeth
Tell me a belly rip where laughter can’t hide
Give me spacious humor’s width!

Tell me a joke wild nonsense and trash
Make all my muscles ache in pain
When the waves of laughter upon me crash
I’ll in happiness go insane!

I haven’t laughed friend it’s quite a while
Want a laugh long left in the past
Bring this weary soul a plateful of smile
Make my lips break away from the rust!

Tell me a story that I roll on the ground
In laughter sparkling clean
For jaws long in wooden smiles bound
That would be the best medicine!

is there a reason why dreamy voices spill out
of every breathless breeze tracing
the mystery of her fragrance?

what causes the moon to yell its name into
a golden softness of her aura
permeating my desires?

why does the sun set fire to the tranquil sea
whenever her eyes shimmer down to
daring depths of allure?

where does the beckoning rhythm of gentle chaos
lead into a pool of humble familiarity
drenched in swirls of art?

why do cold nights whisper her prayers while lullabies
sing to the rolling raindrops upon eyes
in a season of romance?

how does the turbid murkiness of her silence
shake my soul as raging roaring tides
wrapped around a noise of lies?

when do scared footsteps of gripping regrets mould
a future laid upon mortified ashes
as snowflakes lost in blizzards?

and above all..

how does it all end for the both of us?