They crawl like centipedes in my thoughts
So many feet crawl inside as each step is
Falling like tears on my reflection so do
Words echo not of my own conscience.

Words repeat, heeding their twisted wanting's
Never gathered upon my shores. But waves
Realise eagerly on my shores eroding my
Minds cliffs falling into unclear thoughts.

Confused vision of a sight now seen, not through
The perception of one but many that are witnessed
On the feeling that is entwined  in many confused
And different thoughts. My voice needs to be heard.

I am one in the pool of many but I must swim alone
In a sea of sharks. Each wishing to take a bite, but
Never getting close enough. I went fishing caught
All that were there, now they swim in a tank in solitude.


They call to me, but I never feed them in .confined waters
They now swim And my subconscious is free of whispers
That flooded my thoughts. I heard many voice echoing
Within, but now they are echoes shadows disappearing.

**"My thoughts are echoes of me, but sometime I fear their not,

And so the elements did wage bloodshed
upon the realms, and the natural world bled
in numbers. Obsidian did dredge seeping
upon natures frail innocence. And weeping
in sorrow as life was entombed beneath.
Its tears of ash sealed eternally underneath.

Cinders were bathed in heavens truthful tears
As the each contended with elemental  affairs.
Oak did lumber forward to entangle all within
roots, as the heavens screamed on soils sin.
Wood did splinter, shards impaling friend
and foe, collateral damage as anarchy did descend.

The earth bellowed as the onslaught of force
did disjoin the soil. A champion would endorse
the others right of battle, blades did clash
as such impacts did render all near by to ash.
brimstone against the clarity of diamond shards
As no ground was won as blows befell within yards.

Fighting still mummers as elements do now crusade
In natural form. Allegiances do switch others made,
Scars still do heal even though such a long time ago,
when lightning strikes a oak, know they are still foe.

Just because I'm old and it takes
me an hour to get from A to B,
never judge me as you don't
know who I was the things in
life I have seen.

Age brings knowledge, its brings
arthritis in my left knee, you think
you have seen things son, Ive been
in wars seen **** you never want
to see.

I may look useless but thats the
secret you see, for the old were
young once we fought with knuckles
not like you ******* with guns
and knifes, thats the way of *******.

You may lift a finger to me, but ill just
grab it snap it back, lets see you give the
finger now ya little punk, ill break the
other two if you disrespect me.

I may be old but that doesn't make me
weak, I have knowledge and experience,
kid you just came out your *****, so
think when you speak to your elders.
for we may seem weak and frail but
we can teach you youngsters a thing or three

We are woven in
    Different fabrics.

Some may think
      This makes us
   Incompatable.

But when you wear me,
You'll see that we
       feel good together.

Upon high the wood never
Sways, always ridged. Its
Fruits ever waiting for the
Time to fall.

But the wood never sways
Its branchless heights, Its
Tainted bark, its moments
When fruits do fall.

Not the time yet, but fall
They will, selected for they
Are special in nature.
When they descend blood
Spills saturating floors.

The wood never sways, only
When the fruit does fall, where
Life is surrendered. Where that
Moment is quiet as one became
Two and the fruit had fallen
From up high to the *floor.

I was a mosaic collected
in scratched nails
                  imbedded, bleeding
like I was meant to be touched
but can you really grasp a reflection..

How could you identify what
          I see, within the fallen feathers
of a crows smiles.
                               I'm hidden within,
a pile of dead bones wishing to fly again.

I could walk within the footsteps of those
in front of me on calm sands.
                               But I choose to run on
a beach of shattered shells, this is life!
broken dreams never really washing away.

I see smiles kept aloft by matchsticks,
                                       ready to ignite.
Within there embers embracing the true
               reflection of how I see others.
Parched realties of never really loving you
or another for the failures of there integrity.

I could love,
             in blindness.
But what is seen is nothingness..
I could love,
             in thought.
But memories will always lie to oneself.
I could have love,
             in myself.
But nothing ever comes from that..

Until I realize that I'm not in control
of this collage of moments.
                    I'm a Paper-Mache,
randomly collecting on a frame work
           of contemplation, that I will only
see on the completion of my life.

I'm but a part that I thought was
                                 irrelevant, immaterial.
But I'm just a piece of life collecting on
the shattered shells slowly reforming to
realize there is more to life than sandy shores.

Dates, are either wrinkly
                          or juicy...

Mine wasn't that good as
             I spat out his tongue.

Dam, I only said Hi...….

Sinister expectations were delivered in charcoal
script, it had coalesced in a quagmire of words
on the page. My thought lingered in onyx vapour.

Nightfall awakens my deranged scribing's, I hear the
voices crawling inside my veins controlling my fingers
progressions. Pretty little obscurity in my thoughts.

Midnight opens irrational rantings, I syringe the
bleeding ink that haemorrhage's from my pores.
Decayed ink frayed on the sides, my darkness in words.

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Your loving smile
melts the pains of
the day away...

Can we hold a breath,
some are like dandelions.

The seeds may disperse,
  and we may try to clasp
             upon them.

We may tenure a few,
   but nevertheless
only certain animations
     may linger.

But even though we
   may lose so many.

The ones we have will
           grow, and even
though some dissipated
beyond our reach.

A flower of
   memories breathe on
in the wind
   flourishing brighter

                      than before.

A footstep can
     Change a
            direction.

A thought can
     Change a  
                mind.

An idea can
   change the  
             world forever.

You are the one
                 footstep
that connects to mine.

For every stride we take,
                Is never singular

   But one in unison.


You and I, are a step in the right

           Direction.

Never mistaken, but when we
             Work together


we"ll always take the right step.

No one will ever
understand you unless...
You let them swim
in the reality of what
you swim,
or drown
            slowly in..
We all swim in the same ocean.

Voices tell me that I should wonder on
the fascination of your smile,
I could coat my thoughts of you in
a blanket of your exhaled moments.

My anticipation of our meeting incomplete
till we speak no volume on our smiles.
We weave our reflections on to the other,
till distant faces adjoining to this moment.

Our symmetry whispers upon the others
perception, as eyes close and what was
but refection's of the others motion
is given form as lips................

Humankind it says it all in those few
Letters, we are human.

One individual but stronger together.
We are kind but never seem to care,
Our strength is together not apart.

Humankind is a birth right and our
Legacy let us show all people what
We are as one the same humankind.

The morbidity of life is exhumed
everyday of our awaking breath.
For when will this ceaseless existence
grant upon my eyes the closure,
that will vindicate that its fully proven.

Will I ever be a portrait of death,
hanging silently beyond my view.
But alas I still sense the ambiance
of every pilgrimage. This cradle
that I need to decline into oblivion.

I never asked to be exhumed from
the ruination of silence. I was embedded
beyond peace, but then entombed
within this mortal coil,
collecting more pain than ever in death.

Why do I have to verse in
                           sequential motion.

Poetry is a hurricane within
                            silent altercation.

Arguing within ones voices
                           collectively stalemating.

But words drink within thoughts,
                           Spilling on exposed pages.

My bag had a tiny hole in it,
are they neither here or there.
rolling in directions not seen
but I know I had a handful
less than a moment ago?
ever thought your losing your marbles.

It cut upon itself and  paper bled ink,
Gagged raw, seeping slowly out.

It was a choice that was made, no longer
Wanting to be what was issued pure white.

Needing to be used, to feel a purpose
So It wept words, that flowed down.

Can something torn ever be what it was,
It wasn't meant to be flawless .

It was no longer pure, but it  bled word,
And it read, **authentic piece of ink.

My words are petals that were
      blackened silk...

But when they feel they were diluted
     white illusions

                                      of nothingness.....

But while the rose has a scent of imagery it
        will have an aroma of creation...

Though all conception is birthed, we all die..
             and with it no words escape only breath....

There is a man who's last breath was exhumed from him,
his eyes are still open like a flickering picture losing focus.
It goes from colour to black and white.

Sound muffled to oblivion and then the picture goes to black
only a pin ***** of light then darkness. He lays there motionless
Yet this voice is his epilogue he last moment voices out.

All that lingered was this voice of what was and now passing.
The warmth now being expelled from his form, like air from a
pieced balloon till there was nothing but numbness and silence.

But then this voice of passing began to fracture, words disconcerted
lingering between moments. Voices of a fleeting moment realizing
it was the voice of he who lay cold and faded into nullity saying

*"Why me "Wh.........,

If I'm  the drag would you be

                                          my queen?


Yes I maybe a bit of a drama queen,

    but we know

who sits on the throne..

I took more time on my hair,
         than you did on your make up.

But you know that all my time is  yours.

I may be a drag,
but we know who hold the title of beauty.

    I'm just the ***** and your the lady,

              be my woman and ill always love you.

And I'll never drag you down,


                                           but lift you higher up.

Long grass sways bending,
Like waves travelling softly,
Caressing the trees.

A fish wanted to express its artistic nature,
using a ink colour pen it drew words.

But they were washed away as thoughts are.

People always ask me
             how do I stay calm,

I tell them, that I send a snapchat
            of a shallow grave,

          saying

                          #Wish you were here,

And for some reason,
                 there not annoying anymore.

Between the


                          "I love you,s,

       Is your smile...

Pages of my mind once torn, sellotaped together,
A mind now mended, frayed within thoughts.

Ink is my plaster, my stresses now released
Upon empty white spaces they now sleep.

Mended with each word that's released, I'm  
A man of my word, always a friend when in need.

Family is everything, manners mean just as much,
3, 2, 1 little smiles opening hearts of all they touch.

My life is many tales of darkened moments, but in
Their is more moments that shined peace in light.

"And exhale,*

        Wow it looks like a cloud of candyfloss,
as teeth try to taste upon the fluffy whiff riding
the air of exhalation.

"And Inhale,

         Lungs expand like balloons, as this melody
of plants and heat retreat inwards. Thoughts explode
like fire crackers and everything is "Chilled dude,

Giggling over nothing, but still they try to feed on
the fluffy clouds exhaled. "Dude this taste like ****,
Both laugh and take another trip on the train of somewhere.

The early bird
    Doesn't catch the
                   Worm.

Because the worm
   Isn't stupid!

It's still fast asleep...




    I'm going back to bed....

A collage of so many  wings blend together
to form a motion of wisps lighter than a feather
unto there colliding forms became illustrations
but these were fake facades of a narration.

Her smiling features fluttered reverberating
All were hypnotized, all were unintentionally baited
With eyes that quivered with each moment passing.
Awe struck at this image that perceived eyes all hung.

Was this beauty that besotted the mind of reality
or was it on the heart and thoughts not to agree.
Which ever smitten were all within her eyes prolonged
gaze that captured all sights that lingered never withdrawn.

Moving towards this illusion that contradicted sight
footsteps lingered towards known oblivions plight
for above a cliff they lingered enticing all to flight
descending to silence, they feed quietly on others plight.

Life is not wealth but
                         moments.

For wealth can easily be lost.

   But moments always last a lifetime.

Innuendos conjure concepts of
untruths that only the sensible
let not belittle there perceptions

But there are those like sheep are
herded unto the whispers that
blossom on wanting thoughts.

Within each wave of wording changing
upon each beach of thought they wash upon,
now phrased different from once before.

Always listen to the source never the echo
of where it never came forth. A wave only
gets bigger the more splashing is done.

A hazy mildew hung over the morning
The sky, ever since they fell all was putrid
Nothing was as I remember. I think of
The days before ideal thoughts melted.
Now all is shadows upon sights gaze.

But then hours of thawed ideas diminished
To what is this moment now. How could
All have fell to this un-concentrated moment
As we all feel in to disarray. Not a condensed
Sense but mayhem on a global scale.

One domino is a moment where we would
Stand or fall in perfect symmetry, one after
Another we stagnated to oblivion. How could
We let this become our legacy of what we had
Done, become. now scurrying on a sinking ship.

But some would not go down we would hold the
Tide before the surge, never letting even a wave
Break over us. For to let this overtake would be
Our eventual downfall. Humanities last thread of
Civilisation would descend in to  extinctions grasp.

But we were the once time blessed, I don't believe
In all that crap, but I was here for a reason. Lets leave
It at that stale mate. No matter what others say to that
Much argued fact. we are a echo of the past fact, but
We moved on never looking, pondering are way back.

I get dizzy thinking of the past thoughts and blame as
this hazy mildew hung over ever moment I was alone.
I spiralled in to unknown dreams of that place I descended
Into this place I find myself. This infinite moment of
What could have been and uneventfully changed.

I walked upon the overgrown fauna as it grasped
For attention from my ****** movements, but it
Was an inanimate passing that didn't regurgitate
A constructive second thought. Could I let this
Be my final curtain. never I had to much to lose.

Dam the stupidity of the many to uphold all
Thought upon a single individual. A lapse in
Even a moment conjoined to this single sentence
That blurted in a thousand moments all at once.

"I don't want to die I have so much to live for,

Words are meaningless when no one is listening
And we wondered the landscape. it was a single
sentence "Am I all that is alone in this world,
Surrounded by others blindness of thought.

We wondered as one but we were singular, each
A moment conspiring to thoughts of I will survive
I will be the one standing, when all others fall.
A hazy mildew hung over the morning sky.

If we were each a penny,
         and were thrown

in to a wishing well.

We would float,

     because who wants
to be like all the rest..


Its always good to be yourselves,
            not  to drown in a well of
others  wishes of
how we should be.

Every sunset is one that bleeds within
my perception, I don't no why its
just like seeing my syllables dissipate
into a  hue of clarity. I'm a pill away from
ending it, to find its different in my mind.

My collected conciseness that rises luminous,
but then dissolving as its brightness
falls into a void of white stones descending
into the nothingness inside of me.  
I'm close to something beyond my perception.

I'm not linguistically challenged,
but I'm one pill away from ending
it. I've collected my memories upon
this discoloured white, and its just
a button from fading to nullity.

Is it the radio or the silence,
             or the music in your head on repeat
Does that drown the monotony of
                       replayed silence that's
never-ending like the road traveled upon?

But we never question who the hell is driving
                       us to this place that
we never even questioned.

Are we on cruise control
                 lost in our thoughts,
wrapped like a bow around a tree?

I will with every breath I take
           make sure you sleep soundly,
if any monsters are under you bed
            I'll brush them away...

I will with every breath I take
            wish you sweet dreams
                                    "goodnight,
And when you awaken I'll whisper
"Morning sunshine's
                time to open those little eyes,

I will with every breath tell your mother
                     "I love her, That I'm hers all of my life.
My wife, is the love that brought our children
into our lives, she is the love of all our lives.

I will with every breath hold you all close,
                  holding each of you close to my chest.
Living for your smiles and the words that
                bring a smile "I love you,
"I love you too, smile radiating on my face.

My family, I will always look after you.
                      feed and water you, clothe you.
gift you with knowledge.
                                  "Ok sometimes not the best,
But family are everything and ill protect you my best.

Luggage its all to much, the need is
Burning me up, the powder the liquid
It fills me with joy. The thought of looking
After these that i,ve started to ignore is
Getting to much, I have to choose what
Is right that which I want so much.

What is that my heart disires , what my
Heart wants so much, my love eroded by
The needle by each ******* it numbs
My feelings till there isnt much.
  
Just one more, then my feeling will be clear,
My head full of confusion this will make
It all clear. I think a thought as i fade in to
Bliss, that I wish for my children, but now
Realisation that this was one is one too much.

A body now slowing, feelings fading, a last
Thought not of the high. But the children
I have let down over this accursed white
Dust. Fading in to terror as I realise to late
That I wanted the children, as a tear rolls
Down a cold face, my last thought is
I will miss my children so much.