Oh what a filthy man!
So vile and besotted,
he'll get at you in any way he can.

Quite simply put;
he's nothing but a ******* -
he'll ***** you right over
and he'll always have the last word.

And there's not a lot
that you can think or say,
that'll gain you the upper hand
or affect him in any way,

for his soul is writhing
with living **** -
******* on your sunlit parade
is his childish idea of fun,

fully immature in one respect,
but completely mature in another,
he'll play with anything
be it his wife,

or his own brother.

And, yeah, there's a thousand things
I can shout, swear or say -
but there's only one word
that can truly describe him in any way;

****.

My mind keeps pictures of you up on its walls
                            again
                         ­         and again
I find my thoughts drifting down that river of memory
orbiting around you, like forces of gravity drawn
to the idea of us (if there even is an us)

If I could then I’d lock you outside my brain, leave you out there to rot
in the abyss, where your words couldn't penetrate me
and your lips that work like anesthesia forbidden to numb me again

I won't do you the injustice of romanticizing your imperfections
You're no nebular, you're a black hole, a gaping flaw in creation
Your eyes that held millenniums of history, now hold me no future

You made me forget what it feels to have stability
To not walk out of a room and forget why I left
You make me want to shred the skin you touched
Like a reptile, to become reborn, purified from my past.

There never were any butterflies in your stomach, only parasites
but you fed them to me readily like a disease

So no, I won’t dedicate you another love poem
                 no I want (deserve) better
This isn't what love should be
I’ll write you a poem where the words convulse on the page
and you’ll forget to read it (you always do)

She whispers in my ear, says love is worth
it's brilliant weight in gold -
for eternity, upon that hot summer's night
to her passion my heart was forever sold.

I loved her then, and I still love her now;
from the first glance we fell under,
with running blood we forged an unbreakable vow.

Except it did break.

Fast forward to the eve of early October,
she's sumptuously massaging the back of my neck -
I'd never felt something so amazing
but back then my confidence was shot, I was a nervous wreck.

Oh but, she's got golden hair that ripples
and azure blue eyes that always entices -
her voice is as rich and slick as mahogany
surrounded by a fragrance of erotically exotic spices,

with teeth almost bleach-white,
and a body I'd have died to caress in the night -
oh that cheeky little smile
that made this mundane life seem more worthwhile,
now shrouded by memories and out of sight

Because, I was a pathetic waste of space -
with my head up my ****, I considered her advances a farce,
alas our friendship ran out of pace.

Now I only dream of what could have been,
for she had the strength that I lack -

oh sweet sweet lord,
how much I'd give to have her back.

[Jet Black]

My heart doesn't feel so good,
I can't think or see straight anymore -
my chest aches and skips,
I'm trying to sleep but my eyes are burnt and sore.

It seems that everyone I love
or had ever known,
has now betrayed my trust
packed up their bags and just gone -

I'm so ****** independent,
I ain't got no friends -
hell, who needs them?
Relationships with loose ends and frayed dividends,

portraying care that has a flair
for going sour and stale,
compassion that cries in corners
as love suddenly collapses and grows frail.

Are our lives determined by the shadows
that plague our sorry pasts?
In this black void of a world,
is there truly a happiness that can ever last?

Cawing crows as black as tar,
pick and feast upon my naked soul...
it's alright though
'guess I'll never be fulfilled whole,

never have a girl, nor a family,
I'll probably die alone in these faded clothes in which I dress -

once upon a time I cared...

but now I just want out of this life that's a sorry mess...

Chewing upon fingers rotten and curled
knowing everything makes sense in a senseless world
inglorious, bedridden, they hide behind trees -

serving up genocide, well-spoken and civilised

clawing at the insides of our sordid society
wearing TNT like it's the latest fashion
they smile politely and walk upon our streets -

brainwashed and stupefied, Dumb-hounds corrupted and paralysed

crawling down the path of a religion
birthed from self-righteousness and bomb-smoke
upon their jealousy, their juvenile blinding faith
we suffocate, gag and choke

visualising the world from eyes
of despotic marauders
selfish needs defeats the objective
desensitised clones bound to extremist orders

innocence green-eyed and bastardised
reciting prayers bound together with cyanide
they call upon a Lord that no longer cares
alas the tendril of insanity catches them unawares

for 'tis within the womb of bloated belief
that martyrs are bred,

sanity unreeling, dangerously unfeeling,
and willing to allow our streets run red.