I syringe the essence from my imaginings
from depleted veins, the voidness of the white
concedes to the lobotomy of a manuscript
that hold no weight in the pool of my mind

A rhapsody serenades the dying breath of
faded delusions, a masterpiece of blind syllables
are never hitting the pool that they were thrown upon.
My words are a pool of breath that's evaporating.

I lingered in a abyss of charcoal motions,
everything versed parched, unrecognised
within the visuals of others contemplation.
But then I lingered on an image within my view.

*"Creation is just a moment captured in a sight versed,

Refinement woven upon the
                                   sheath of self,
purity of feelings reflected on
                 the others sensitivity,
comforts of innocence touching me.

Even though I can exhale a molten mass of emotions
with my tongue, Palms in there explanation of
my tone will mention more than what words
collapsing from the ash of my mind.

Even though my hands are mute of a calibration
of stanzas, They have a singular undertone.
Even when your following the road of my manuscript
that is written with not a singular word.

Sometimes we can
                          verse
              images
with fewer breathes, than a longer exhale

Few words are sometimes
         more immortal
                  than the motions of many verses.

Every motion on new white is like a needing to deflower
the page, my seed is released in syllables verse.
Its never a one night stand I take my time.

Even though I leave in the end there was meaning to
this meeting of you and I. tattoos of our encounter
were left on you, but we took pride in inked verse.

*"Just because one is a flower sometimes we wilt,

These eggs were as frail as bone
appealing to the senses, we own
each one but hidden within each was
something unknown and motions pause.
 
Listen quietly to these eggs of delight
hearing the whimper of something quite
not right. For every egg that is broken upon
a wisp escapes into our world, life withdrawn.
 
He took two the chest, surprised as I waited alone,
eggs breaking whispers heard of things unknown.
The secret ingredient departed bunnies lingering soul,
swapping a portion of yours to consume is there goal.

Dew drops of
                    imagery
soaking upon my
                         reflections,
each emulated in the
                                morning
of awakened thoughts.

Hearts
are like pennies,
    some use
                   to many up..

Engraved on the verses of a stolen heart
each beat is as musical of an embezzled part.
Every lyric that was sung upon every verse
was a moment that seemed singularly a reverse.

Did you realize the hail that you versed upon me
was a diluted conclusion of a secluded phenomenon
you rained on a parade of truth, but lies washed
that drowned out were visualized as whitewashed.

No more drama as words are stinging like bees
that eject there venom on the minds of those who appease.
But I'm not one to select the motions of diluted verse,
let us be versed, concluding in a full motion of a circle.

Lyrics, confused versus of what was
meant to be symphonies of emotion.

What expelled a concussion of rhyme
that was free versed on breath.

All that was meant to be vocalized,
*"Would you be my girl, I'll be your bloke,

Capped within verses of illuminated
conclusion, even though I'm contorted
into a veil of secluded verses I shout.

I'm echoing though glass enclosures,
they thought id be faded within this
verse but echoes always sound louder.

I'm brighter now that I'm restricted
within this prison of what you think
silences, but I shine brighter than any star.

Aspiration is a delusion
                    of a woeful needing  

durability is my subdued security...

My wings are ****** falling on those
below, bringing them pain of my virtues

Cinders of my falling motions reflected
of those below, corrupting reflections.

But it wasn't my fault, figured it was a prison,
not a sanctuary but a offering of ego not praise.

I took a stand, thrown from the road of white to
the dishevelled verses of below..

I'm not looking above or below the only reality
is what's lived on this singular spinning globe...

Holding a last breath of contemplation,
I exhale all that I was unto a universe.
My words are dew droplets hanging in
a void of nothingness filled with everything.

My glazed perception is frigid in its glancing.
I perceive the beauty that is before me even though
laminated in silence I still stare onwards.
And pearls of beauty are sketched into glares.

Wondering the halls of creation, a universe
of chaos, I'm just a celestial body on a journey
collecting the memories of all that was and to
come upon the motions of a living universe

Illogic thoughts dangling
                                      static....

Gnarled reflections showing
                          inner demons
                                                  censored....

If I was god for a day, Mmm would I cure the ills
of the world, would I bring peace even for a day !!

I'd put a single lightning bolt to the temple,
for what I have created in my
                                                        own image.
Doesn't say much for me then

                                                                   *"Bang.....

We are the herds the masses that milk the bottle
that the few drink upon.
Fed in our enclosed pastures of woeful delusions
that tomorrow is a better day with eyes closed.

We see behind closed doors others mutilated
for the attraction of paper, milked till bones
are shadows of a former self. We feed on the
consumption on the constitution that like others
were free range, but since when is free still caged.

But we plod along milking for others who drown
in the lust for the cheese that we mould from our
given worth. Not everything is black and white
shaded for its worth. Do we realize were not free,
there milking us till death for all our worth.

                                                 *"And the worst is yet to come.

I hung my thoughts out to dry, but then
I saw clouds and thought NO!! let natures
calming waters cleanse these lingering
trepidations from a world I see today

Religion:

This place of cleansing of peace, give it up these
people saying the good words, But indeed its gives
you the options to ****, debase human needing to
subjugate the movements of a wife. Wait we are a
cycle,  when did it become apparent that one was
better than the other half. When together we are
better whole, this is far more better than divided?

Stupidity is whispering a contagion of the mind,
the planet just a whole lot smaller but I guess so
did others minds.

Governments:

For the people they were derived, but now we have
those who think killing there own people is a justifiable
homicide. I see babies crying, children covered in ash
blooded faces, thinking mommy why. But mommy is
a train wreck derailed from the motions of life.
Orphaned in a lands that see them a soldiers or just
a casualty of was that doesn't and shouldn't sit right.

People were shouting, but in a room of no walls,
with a door that was open but led to nothingness.
As they weren't the many, what can one do with a
singular voice?

Humanity:

We are a species not a race or colour, we are a people
of diversity yet we struggle to talk to one and other.
Imagination a motion for a better day, but the have
cans and the have not's cant we just all live in the same
unbiased way. Think of another manner goes a long way,
A simple morning thank you can brighten up others days.


We need to think of what comes next, not just of the now.
For generations will be in the stars or dust beneath a
flurry of a breeze. starved from the past, destroyed by what
seeds were sowed.

The rain washed away some of the grime that soiled my
thoughts, but as I look out the window seeing trees dance
within the winds breath I wonder we are still children and
its about time that we learned to grow...

Tears descended in a silent abyss of loss,
you were a reflection on my thoughts.  
I still hear your voice when I'm outside,
carrying our last conversations and the
echoes of your laugh.

Missing you has no meaning, you were a
friend through everything, If tears were shed,
your shoulder would gladly soak them up.
Your words of sympathy settling my mind at rest.

You are a silhouette that will forever be in my heart,
its only been moments since you left.
But to me a lifetime of your voice will i miss,
I'll look above, the breeze carrying the breath
of your reassuring voice.

One must collect the symbols
                    of ones frustration,
moulding then into a new form of reflection.

So what is gazed upon isn't
                    sweeping on the failures
of what you felt was frustration now remoulded .

Woeful echoes of mine
                               reverberate
through realities veil and you shudder.

Whispering cherished moments leave
                                         pinpricks
upon your skin.

Unheard heartache chills your
                                             breath,
I sadden you even in death...

Arched over time, a little rustic but never one
to deny aching limbs a respite from life's moments.
Just surveying when static, slowly the world gazes back.

Words etched in time, long past mentioning's
of love bound by initials for that moment
was all but etching faded as time weathered past.

He sat there, always talking but not a soul
was near to hear his spoken verses, he would
laugh like thunder echoing in the trees, then sombre.

Behind this bench three cherry trees blossoming there
beauty shower the surrounding with each stirring
of breath the wind gave them. and he sits there smiling.

It's been a while since the old man sat, but where three trees
were, now a young one sits behind. A lonely woman sits
flowers against it, blossom kisses her checks and she smiles.

Dew drops from shuffled clouds
descending
                   in summers glow.

Washing away the memories
of winters
                 static presence.

Revitalizing the emotions,
        children dance innocently
                                 within droplets.

Never let those of their
                            negativity
           eclipse your happiness.

There just shadows
                    lingering
          within themselves.

You are brighter than them
                         unburden yourself,
       open the curtains of life shining bright within.

With delicate motions we
gazed into each others eyes
meeting you in eternity.
Then you spoke,

"Tickets please,

Reality ***** so much....

The weight of my sanity was
like a feather sinking below
a sea of nothingness.

Into depths of distraction
my reflections ebbed of
the darkness swallowing me.

But when silence envelopes all,
I'm inactive of motion but at peace
within a shell of my conciseness

I am flying a kite in the
                            voidness of wind.
Only my thoughts are the
                                  breath  that moves
its silhouette.

Time
        is
           a
             hangman.

Disembarking like
                         wet snowflakes,
they submerge within me,
laying a blanket of  
                 regrets.
Melting within my physicality,
a stream of motions joining estuaries
of consciousness.
        
And I slumber, woven dreams of
                                    nothingness
                                              encompass me,
swimming in a blizzard of closed senses,
I'm drowning in slower beats, like the
rumbling of thunder slowly fading away
with each rumbling of consciousness.

As the last breath of existence  
                                               falls,
a singular snow flake shatters
                                       within me,
I'm buried in the frailties of my decisions.

Tenderness is woven in patches.
                          mostly on the lips of my expressions

But so you see them shudder,
as if a portrait of emotion is being taken.

Authenticity was a brand
                       that my realisation
never clung to.


Reality is my caller,
             and I verse every moment lived.

To sew rainbows with
                                mourning,


                           first tears have to fall.

Enchantment of verses spoken
           without lips yielding there need,

For love needn't have visibility to
                                reflect on what is seen.  

You mannerisms are playful your heart
               is what entrapped all senses of me.

Delicate wings unwinding,
                           mystical moonlight beauties.

Slumbering under enchanted gazes.

Watching them lifeless before me,
                            Clingfilm figurines.

                  silence is golden...

Nothing says
     "I love you,
                like burying the

ex boyfriend while he's still breathing,

                                          peace of mind.....

A cradle rocks
                bones glisten off moonlight,

Childhood no longer....

Distorted feathers,
               hoping they would
                                           fly....

Stained masterpieces below, silent.

Woken by dew drops lingering above,
knocking on a shell of slumbering.
Sluggish eyes ponder from this home.

A new day slowly arises, caressing
silhouettes of shade travel with this
new day, a time of motion is needed.

Woven moments secrete a trial of
thoughts, still lingering when this
instant slowly passed and it moved on.

The world surrounding eclipses time
as it can be wasted upon. But beneath feet
are these little movement slowly passing by.

When daylight fades in to nothingness and
fireflies linger static, it is time again to slumber
in this shell it calls home. A new day will arise given time.

Porcelain features woven
                                  in satin smiles.

Suppressing realties undertones,
                       cracks eventually appearing.