One day,
There was a man
Dancing gracefully
Beneath an azure sky

He was an angel,
To every living being
That paint his body
With a red color

He was a joy
Living in a man,
No other jester bested
The way he laughs

Beneath it all,
Is a wandering soul
In a world full of foul
(A wandering body)
(A wandering shell)

Beneath the mask,
A mask where his eyes
Tell what the hidden color
They have painted,
Is a burst of erratic pain,
A holocaust,
A disastrous despair,
Misery, sorrow, anger, suffering,
Any devil has wrought upon him.

And... the mask fell...
He is a shell...

I am not complex

I am clad in armour
Wrought of all
The charming heartbreak
That life has battered
Then tempered
Into a wise cold sheet
Waiting to be tested

This shiny layer
Is filled with cracks
Where the blows seep
Deeper than I ever expect
Except the surprise
Is all pervading
Every single time

Beneath the iron
Lies the army of brambles
They crunch and they snap
Blood slits, nicks and traps
Into a mess borne of desire
Clapping at my solitude
Caressing my sorry wounds

I entomb myself here
To ensure my repentance
For every false movement
I dare to make
To attain a certain happiness
Which herein has no place

Beyond the bush
Lies an ocean of water
Annoying abundance
Leaves me treading
On rapid tide movements
Relapses and storms
Where the odd clear day
Lets me swim onto the sand

Dampened and panting
Clothes ripped and shrinked
I forget every time
Then declare myself king
Of the island of tranquility
Where the ocean reaches not
Except when the moon decides
She descends with heavy floods

My tears are my next saviour
For they are lighter in the water
Upon them I can float
And keep me breathing
Through the salt
Now that its seeping
Through the cuts
I let them float me
Through my steely gates

Now left ajar for all the passing
There's hinges hanging rusted
From the moisture in air
I declare my pardon anyway
For I daren't enter without warning
That's happened once before
It took me days to  swim to shore

The voice of intuition
Lets me know to come inside
From here I actually feel the things
So I can then describe
I sit on giant petals
To peruse what I've not felt
Then shout above the crashing waves
To resonate through the pearly gates
To negotiate the thorn bush
Then become the warrior's bane

Only then can I tell you
After the words reach my limbs
How nimble I must be
Even though I'm rather simple
To feel and fetch and crawl
Then rule and fight
Bleed raw delighted
To let you know
That I'm not complex

Not one day passes that I do not think of this slender link we’ve had
In this time so short so much I have learned from our brief cohort
That I save myself pain by forgetting this seat you hold in my soul
Rejoicing in every single sole exposure or clue this future may hold
For you and me so separately existing yet so close I feel you writhing
In my heartbeat

My logic has head start as I cannot see your mind before me
It saws the man within me into two true beings which must be honoured
By luna we are coloured emotion so raw it restores us to our former self
Puts reality on the shelf so I may gasp view from my temporary podium
Make some sense of this loneliness I feel when you are far away
Yet here to stay above me

Whether it makes change to this being is my choice
Yet seeing these words laid down before me
Makes want to stay this passion
For stunting these growing desires
That phantom princess bestows upon me
With her wise non-chalance
I will take no chance

These pesky mystics have stepped up their game.
The moon has locked me in her gaze
As I lay my head within lion’s haze
This maze ***** within my being betrays
The memory faded by passage to Sion

I am high on you
Still
Against my will
Almost
For it elates my thrill
For life
For all I see right but for severance unknowing
Of what befalls the dark side not showing me the future
Impatience immature for which
I beg forgiveness
Honesty pure will tell tale of life's sweetness
I have found in feeling so profoundly
About your energy

It has caused a synergy within me and I cannot help but be grateful
For the music that flows in my veins now grows ten-fold
By moon the scribe flows
As Lancashire rainfall releases the grip
On my open heart
The best part
All this time I am smiling
Yet lunar promise shows you are far from me
This moon has me state intention so temporary
For she is now gone
Here ends the moon that shone

Basking re-leaf
The feeling of rays
Piercing to the corners
Of the mind

Ancient in principle
This wise white brain
Whilst wishing us well
Is not the same

As you and I
Are the same
Unique
With thousands silent servants
Splayed forth, torn
They will not survive the fall

These whims are not eternal
The stainless binding of our past maternal
Harking back to bark so old
Unwinding what has come before
A pity to be sold

But we do
Day in sees the wagon tinned
Servants whipped to layers thin
And sent out for a long stand

Masking defeat
Piercing from the front line
It is time to be kind
To yourself

Then others blindly
This seed sown will birth a thousand times
Will flower your mind with a loaf so giant
That your table will be never ending

Transcending sole maturity
Progressing to community
Bring forth the ancient crest
And ask the white brain
What is this communal mess?

This is forest
This is family
You are safe now
To rest