Mona Lisa
Eyeball pleaser
My lady of the lake
Kissing your lips
Touching  your ****
I'll even bake you a cake.
Squeeze of lemon
Some orange peel
eyeball ingredience
To make me feel real.
sweet mona sweet mona
A frozen file
open up and blossom
Please Stay awhile,
Still dreaming of my Mona Lisa
Elegant chic one eyeball pleaser,
Walk down the high street
All heads would turn
But stuck in that frame
I shall always yearn

You guys write
Creative right.
But where is all the funny,
Did sense of humour really die
Or does it not make any money.
Stories in poetic land
With little twist and turn
In every writers arsenal
Writing humour we must learn

One brick left
When once a wall,
Fallen from sight
When once So tall.
a tiled hat
Windows as eyes,
Proud I was
As people passed by.
My family around me
All grounded to dust
Lonely as I,now die I must.

Talons crushing
Unstable thoughts,
Synapses and Demons
make love,
Looking into dark abyss
Needing a little shove.
Tight rope walking
Between two lobes
Holding acid pole
waltzing with unstable thoughts
burns thee inner soul

Dark dreams
Red streams
Black roses
Humans screams

Mothers fathers
Sons and daughters
Black roses
Human slaughter

Fallen seeds
Hearts bled
Black roses
Soil been fed

Storms arising
Sky so black
Daggers sharp
Bloodied back

Clouds so red
Rivers ran dry
daggers so sharp
Double cross why

Broke my heart
Lies so deep
Daggers so sharp
I shall not weep

Head like a ******
Now I must turn
I tasted you
Now I must burn

I burn
I learn
I turn
Love and hate collide
I burn
I learn
I turn
Now you have left my side
I burn
I learn
I turn
Finally Love for you has died