Memories
A photograph
A picture of you.
Made me laugh
Made me cry
Wonderful times
Me and you.
Danced all night
Were never blue
Elegantly dressed
Memories of you.
Lips so sweet,apple red
A figure to adore
Then you had heart failure
Hitting your head against the floor
My heart was truly broken
All washed out lost at sea
This picture brings back memories
Of sweet little you and me.

Happenings that didn't happen
Wondered what happened to them
Where did the flame go
The one you wouldn't light
Non forming memories
Because of blinkered sight
Shadow of the unborn waiting in your womb
Unwritten lyrics dancing to one lonely tune
Crying shame that blame game
Why wasn't it meant to be
Watch the icicles dance inside the flame
It might just set you free

Can someone tell me  what is love?
Poetry and that sweet purple dove
Roses, roses for my darling Valentine
Let me kiss you where the sun don't shine
Love to me is a peculiar .
Love to me is all wrong
Sexuality to me is a pastime
In your world I do not belong.
Little old psychopathic me
Emotions I have but none
Love and *** are sweetly married
Like six bullets and the gun
Can someone educate me on the
Finer points of love
Because I'm getting fed up
Trying to catch that poetic dove

Jelly and cream
Good verses bad
Satan and God
Happy loving sad

Life attaches death
Foot and ball
Guns wins wars
Rise and fall

Mother and father
Daughter and son
Beginning  to end
Misery and fun

Clever I'm thick
Cement and brick
Words in dictionaries
Buckets for sick

Lyrics and music
Hot freezing cold
Light and dark
Hairy or bold

I'm not sure where I'm going with this
So I'll stop and start and hit to miss
Hate it or love it give yourself a kiss
Hello goodbye,
If everybody was alright there
Would be nobody left

Miles and miles of railway track
Onwards we went we didn't look back
Going to face the enemy probably to die
We were fighting for freedom
We would not question why.
We moved in silence no hope or despair
Bombs and shrapnel dropping everywhere
Death rained down in our hole of hell
Only the survivors had a story to tell
Miles and miles of burnt up track
There we died we never went back
Obituaries in tutorials
They put our names on memorials
Should we have questioned?
Was it our basic human right
History is riddled with glories and *****.
Bullet in the head,God save the King
Blackened roses in a sweet deathly ring.
Millions of mothers,mothers everywhere
We're living, left loving an empty chair
Hope we learn from that burnt out track
We're we all died and never came back.

Lips tasting of cyanide
Your so dressed to ****
I need all your loving
Excitement and thrill
Such an hour glass figure
You look so elegantly chic
Scented by the devil
With cyanide you reek.
I'll be your next willing victim
To be ensnared in your web
Even I'm knowing I'm going to
Wind up dead.

I am marcell deuschamp of
Poetry I like to write some crap
Sitting on a toilet seat
Waiting for a bigish,super mishap
Am I an artist I like to take the ****
Liking my work shall always go amiss.
Whistler had his mother
Edvard munch got his scream
Constable had his haywain
While my ***** stayed unclean
Wordsworth has got all his words
Aesop reads his fable
Deuschamp had no talent so he just
crapped upon his table
Vincent had his flowers
Shakespeare had his plays
I like writing crap poetry
Just to fill up all my days