Doors open doors closed some
open to happiness others to
misery untold.

We may keep the door closed
never seeing what changes
what are decision may unfold.

But doors that are opened, some
times a surprise, same times
happiness that wouldn't have
been found if left that door left
closed.

There are doors opened, there
are some doors that are for
reasons to the person left
closed.

But to each they must choose
if they want to open or leave
it closed.

Idiots shouldn't play
with matches
                cos they washed in petrol...


But I'm no idiot,
            but I'll still throw a match

in the room and watch the idiots burn.

I don't want to build a
snowman, its to cold outside
to walk run or even play,
I don't want to get frost bite on
my fingers, will you just go away.

Billy will you stop knocking on
my door, would you just go away.
Its minus two outside its so windy
my bit froze and fell off, now go a ******
way.

Billy would you get lost, will you
go away, would you not go on about
this ****** snow man, go and make a
hole pleasure your self and end up
with frost bite on your part and I will
laugh all day.

I don't want to build anything I don't
wish to play, your a ****** idiot I'm
getting a restraining order I wish this
****** snow would go away...

The paint warped upon sight, like tears
Over time falling silently to the decayed
Cycle below. I felt its bleak wine pealing's
Upon my fingers And tasted its age.

The aroma of so many  memories of what
Was before of all that touched upon its
Brass holdings and It screamed in defiance
Shut so many times, now unending closure.

It wanted to be open to the world not
Subjugated in locked form. Its motions
Were static locked in an unending cycle
Of nothing. It was tearing flakes upon the floor.

It wanted to creak upon the breeze to feel
The wind to scratch at its rings of now slain
Of forgotten time. its creaks are its needing
To be open to the world once again.

An appearance from where noises were in twilight
Moving in silence towards the rising horizon.

Moments of life birthed in to a new beginning,
Breaking the waters and new creation risen anew.

Emergence upon a brand new day breathed forth,
Life visualized, smiles at the sight of a new day

Flies digest my dead thoughts as larva is left
to again once feed on the thoughts that weren't
totally digested and reverberating inside my skull.

My attention is waning and not as coherent as
it once was. I just hear an inherent murmur of
what died slowly digested within my scalp.

Why are my memories of before only faded
repetitions of what was fed upon before.
My mind is so dark with fluttering wings.

*"My mind has died and only the flies pick at my thoughts,

Smeared visualization distorted on my
perceptions of what I see beyond this
frame of sight, I am numb to the hearing
of what is vocalized beyond this mounting.

Palms etch silhouettes of my fears that became
indifferent to the haze that consumed what
once was luminous. Now jaded reflections
turn inwards and devour the glass now cracked.

Pristine architecture now squandered in reflective
doubts. Dilapidation of what held perceptions
of fleeting sights. Apprehension now seen in others
eyes, adorned beyond perceptions looking inwards

My taste buds are in
                                 sorrow

For ill never taste a mouthful of
Grandmothers recipes...

*"I Miss You,

The breeze whispered to a fairy that
it could smell her most foul wind,
She looked on with tiny eyes and
clonked it not once but twice between
its misty eyes.

A fairy doesn't breath a foul bouquet
upon the air I breath. It is fairy dust
that we pump, and it smell like candy
floss breath. Now jog on windy,
ones brewing between me knees.

A mother is our anchor
       on life, always there for us.
And when they sink,
          we seem to drift
a little deeper in the water.

Life is never a plan,
            there is no map.

But lets get lost in it together.

A flasher opens
his trench coat,
the ladies laugh
out loud,
HOW SMALL IS THAT
Is it that  COLD
the ladies are
heard shouting
out, the flasher
embarrassed sulks
away, with his belittled
ego and his tiny
mushroom under
his rain coat, never
was he seen again.

Those who try to belittle you
           do so because at that moment.

They are feeling smaller than you...

           words hurt, but a smile ****** them off...

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Winking eyes stare at me in the morgue,
        I removed there peepers and replace
them with marbles but they just roll around
                   in the, skull snake eyes be rolling at me..

"Bananas they want you to touch them inappropriately,

Do you realize the dead don't give a mention
    on manners no subtlety they wait till ya near,

"**** he just told me he alive while I left his head
on he cooler to dry,  

            Where was I at ye spitting verses of he was down to
earth but now he fly free of ****** form? "He crazy.

I work in solitude, the past dead shift 1 till 5 in the morning.
            They scared to be here all this is superstition
      We don't hurt any one  just mess with each other
We dead so what else is there to do when ya laying cold
                 on a slab of steel enjoy it before ya 6 feet under or dust...

We engaged the engines, collected
the imagery of this place to further
our understanding of a vast pool.

Then we jumped, like a motion of
splashing down ripples silently
unseen fading into the distance.

We saw reflections of ourselves,
of our past, of what maybe our
downfall. We were like pebbles.

Sinking deep within the ocean
of raindrops, we were a grain
in the universe of stones.

We were called puddle jumpers,
splashing down on waters of
the unending universe.

My hands all over,
she asked if I was
an octopus, did I
have more than one pair of hands...

Pieces of eight I got on the high
sea, a tail be told how I got thee.

First was the coin I got off me
mum, as she said have fun my
bearded son. Dont spent it all
on one eye patch or sweets, spend
it wisely my son be the pirate you
wish to be.

So time went on and I kept my coin
I bet it on a chicken race, and won my
second piece, look in my palm its
gold its plain to see.

So I took  a walk on the beach and
in the sand another I did see, my
luck was in. I chewed on it and it
was as real  as could be, this day
I know does have three.

Four and five I won in a bet, but I
have a peg leg where there once
was a foot. Now I  have a wooden
peg but Arrr i won the bet more
gold I see.

Six and seven were as hard as could
be, a dare with a shark, well feed was
he. A hook is all the rage they say.
Mine has a can opener and wi-fi
ya see, I hope that shark gets a grip
inside that hursts it tummy each and every day.

Number eight was what I got for
going to sea, to be the captain of
the pirate vessel king of the seaI.
I roam around the waters me and
my first mate, my monkey horrible pete.

Pirate king I wasnt meant to be, as
this rowboat king of the seal, is hard
to row with one hand and a peg from
the knee. My first mate is a monkey
who works for yellow skins, but he
cant row a boat, short arms has he.

So around and around I go three
foot from the peer, at least I,m  now
in the sea. But my pieces of eight is
all the treasure l will ever see. Me
and my boat and monkey horrible
Pete enjoying our life on the open high sea.

She was a daisy dipped in cyanide.

     Her petals when they descended
    like tears corroding
           what ever they fell upon.

Kissing her was like razor wire
on
          my senses,
and everyone
                        lacerated deep.
Scaring me every time we touched,
But what is a touch  
                          without painful lust.

My mother she was one with palms pressed
                                                Asking for help..
Help to feed us,
Help to keep her afloat.

You listened, wait what was that?
                                     you didn't...
Na you played her, used her trust
in you like a torment, she looked to
the heavens and all you gave was hell..

Men were  less than what she saw,
but always too late.
            Married in your place
                                         of every prayer.
But you just kept knocking her down there.

Last time I went to church was
                    because there was free chocolate.
You see with me, my mother grasped  at
straws. She went from one form of you
to another like a ****** clinging to a new fix.

But you were just like before, same old ****,
                 different day...
I knew long before you weren't one to be trusted?
Why you ask? Because there where ones before you..
                      I read your book in the fantasy section.
This thing needed a
                    
                           Parental Guidance Sticker.

Some contorted morals, thrown in with what
                  can be only described as a  WFT's.
I knew that those at these places of worship
                   peddling there own version of this god..
Didn't believe there own words, so why the hell
would I be gullible enough to be a sheep in there world.

The last time I went to church,
                                         was for free chocolate.
                                    The last time she went was in a coffin..

A mouth can
hurt more than
         any blade...

Glutton overfilled,
Food for thought no starvation,
More is not enough.

Words are like water
                   You can wipe them
Away but there will
            Always be a reminder
An outline of where they
                  Left their  mark.

You are going on a journey,
one never to forget, but don't
fear you will not be alone.

You take with you friendship
and love, parts given freely
by everyone.

You have touched so many
with out knowing, you have
friends that will remember
you, when the clock stops
and you are gone.

You are never alone, please
know that, for when you decide
its time, when the time comes.
Know that you have not gone
alone.

You take with you a piece of
love and friendship from each
of us, to where ever your journey
takes you, know that  you do not
go alone...

Corrupted is flesh,
Reanimated, vacant  frame,
Carnivorous Bite,

The lamb it was a good
friend, always there when
the rumors spread, the lies
were like a virus that spread
through out my friends.

It made me think it was a friend,
when I was shunned by those
who were meant to be friends.
But I saw a tooth in this lamb it
left scratches on my mind.

I was on the hunt for truths
that lay hidden, and then the
lamb was reviled to be a wolf
preying on those around it
turning friend against friend.

Always there for me but was
whispering lies and being there
for other friends, it showed
its true face with a smile its
teeth did show and the claws
were in everyone each others friends.

It howled with glee at what it had
done, thinking it was a lamb a friend,
but was a wolf what prayed upon the
weakness of its prey, for we were the
lambs, and it left to hunt for new pray
never was it seen again..

I have it, so do you ,
that bug that gets under your skin.
It itches when it first bites,
then it latches on with all its might.

With hope that its little pincers will inject
its drug in to you. ya may itch, may come
out in a rash, heart beat fastens this
funny feeling that comes over you.

Am I infected I have feeling coming through,
It only takes one bite for the stubborn hearted
maybe two. But when this little bug does coming
it after one thing only to infect you.

We all get bitten at least once in our lives,
its the bug who chooses not me or you.
The words will follow after time,
the itching calms down,
but then I will say to who gets bitten,
"I love you, and you say it back *"baby I love you to.

Imprisoned in
     satin seductions,
     like a jail cell of purity stained.


You were meant
          to be my saviour.

          But you sold me on like cattle..

Her friends in the dark, always playing games,
The headless One in places never expected always
A mouthful of jelly maggots, he likes the games.

"I eat one every now and again,

The eyeless one never watching where he goes always
Jumping out ***** nails so I gave then a coat of baby
Pink much prettier, now his teeth all un-neat.

"Sharp and graceful what do you think,

They like the place of perpetual darkness, they said I
Can visit it soon, I packed my Dora bag. they said its
A one way trip, one more game of hide and seek.

**"A slimy goes down before my eternal sleep Mmm...,

Footsteps that were past tense echoing
upon me like thunder, then the lightning
fell upon my vision and it went murky
in sight. I was within an eclipse of darkness.

Hands clapping on my thoughts urging
me to arise from this ill-gotten slumber.
I was tied as if to be burnt on the stake
of old, raised on feet I gazed in confusion.

A rope levitated my throat to upper reaches
just enough for breath but I gazed on a
room of discord. All was as if anger had taken
form and expelled itself on the surroundings.

With muttered echoes I spoke, "is anyone there,
But my words fell like dead leafs from autumns
cold voice. I waited upon the mirrors reflection
bouncing back at me of incoherent thoughts.

"Hello Peter, how are we today,

Confusion was my playmate as I considered my
reaction to this voice of my solitude. I recounted
the many repetitions of who I had angered in
my life. And on me I struggled under there weight.

"There was a little called Alice her hair like sand,
"She was the apple in the eyes sweet and beautiful,
"And you took that all away, away from all she loved,

Karma had stewed for so long I could smell it on my
conscience, and I knew that my end was but echoes
of memories away. "I know who you are, technicalities
were my weapon of choosing to those ill fated in meeting.

She was one such one, and there were a few before her.
But I retired from that form of endorphin rush. I became
placid like the lonely tormented sheep around me.
"I'm was a good little boy, no need to take this further,  

But like a sphere once you take that first step you'll
end up at the beginning once again. I saw myself in
this dilemma, not as in this scene but others playing out.
And within those few thoughts I felt what was karma.

As I felt so warm at peace with this action, but then the
reality swept those lingering dreams away. I was dying,
A replay of what perspired in past memories but not her
me in that place. "Karma always finds you,

They were his last words, I don't know which father
brother friend they were. But now they had felt the
lingering sensation of expelling life. Would they
keep it secluded or would they become lik.............................