Cut the crap
they cleave on
        purity of religion.

Brushing demons
below the cloth of
       purities shelf..

By words, are versed
within atheists words
       I'll take a stand..

I like to blow bubbles In the rain,
           to see them play dodgeball

with the raindrops.


And as they  floats beyond my sight,
           I see the sunrays glisten off them,

Pocket rainbows floating above my head.


Its the little things that bring a smile to a day

Where do I start and where should I end,
Its about the wife and her in-between bits,
If she knows this is wrote it will be my end.

She was tight down their is what I could
Say, like ******* a ****** each time, but
No blood unless its that time of the month
If you know what I'm saying.

Then came the kids one, two, three, four,
And what was once tight is now sorely lacking
Even echoes as I sneezed up their before.
I'm not small, seven inches of love meat
If know what I'm saying (WINK).

But when I  go to finger her bits, my hand
to my wrist sinks in, she moans with pleasure
Saying put more fingers in, doesn't she know
That my fist up to my wrist is in.

Then its time she is as wet as could be, she
sits on my lap and I feel water dripping off
My **** hair, she's like a tap dripping on me.

I moan, and she like's it, but I'm moaning
because I don't know if its in. I *** I am
Released, but what once stayed up, now
Doesn't even hit the walls, gravity takes
Over and it falls back on to me, no longer
Warm lands on my ***** and on me freezing
Soggy and cold.

What was once was pretty now looks like
Mashed meat. I love her but how can I tell
Her she now has a bucket, and I feel like a
Pebble in the grand canyon I love her but I
Will soon have to use my foot to **** it
Cutting my nails will she even feel it within....

Be mine the nectar golden,
Under the blazing sun,
Droplets of water roll down,
When the cold bottle an me are one,
Excitement as it hits taste buds rolling down,
Instant refreshment as it goes down,
So let there be many not just one
Enjoyed with friends in the pub or at home,
Really the best beer Budweiser is number one..

Could we all be insane, am  I the only
one who makes sandcastles out of
sea water just to watch them collapse.

Like my thoughts, building them
to heights that never stand up to the
reasoning, before they collapse inwards.

Am I the only one that touches my heart,
feeling it beat coldly, living externally
but dead within myself I hear copse voices.

I build sandcastles in the sea knowing that
there momentary, pretty voices telling me
that life is a dream, wake up and die already.

You spat at me scratched my skin, you
made my life hell to live in.
You taunted me with insults
got others to join in, I wish you,d go
to hell even those that joined in.
  
I,ve never known anyone like you
who revels off the suffering you
put on others and me, what was
my mistake.
  
The words you say are worse
than a fist, as words stay longer
than bruises that fade away
over time.
  
I should be thinking of
innocent things, playing out side
not thinking will this be the day.
  
But you push the button that
have made my live in to a
living hell.
  
Your a bully who thinks
this is his, her idea of fun, never
thinking what this does to the
one you inflict it on.
  
Each day I dread as I wish for that day
you don,t turn my life and others
in to a living hell.

My verses are sorrows
       of what I collect
       within my refection's.

But I will only tell the truth
                  of what is sunken
                  in the sockets of my sight.

"We only haunt ourselves with what we see"

Our essences mixed energies of a
Time now excluded from the living

Our emotions raw blended in a congealed
Form of weaving, non corporeal tears fell.

Our needing for each other past on through
That moment hands linear but aching each other.

She is the form I
need I desire her,
she has beauty
in her, seen by
some but not most.

Her figure is ever changing,
her beauty I see flicker
in my eyes, I want to be
engulfed by her consumed,
I would hold on to her never
to let her go.

But I am not worthy of her
love, others feel her touch.
Left with her mark never
forgetting where she has touched.

I want to set her free for those to
see her beauty, to consume them
with her love. I want to see her rise
from the smallest flicker of emotion,
to reach to the stars above...

I burn on the inside the
flame of love like ******
on my heart, I think of yesterdays
the day we meet and a
spark was ignited in my
life.

It burned through my
heart incinerating my
mind with thoughts of
the love that like a sun
burns bright.

I am ignited, your love
burns through my skin, if
I were to be ashes the
love you give to me would
still burn in the embers,
as my heart is aflame  
and you are the light that
ignites it into my life...

I was the tree in your forest,
          but you threw a match

on the undergrowth of my insecurities.

Never letting me grow, a potential

           to flourish, grow upwards,


But you burnt me down,
           every emotion was tinder's

I was ash below your feet,
              but when one is burnt

down to many times.

One becomes more resilient to
           the flames that are lit on purpose.


Unyielding you lit to many matches,
         and the last time one stood tall.

Untouched by your demoralization,
             and i grew past you

and now my forest is blossoming
         i grew ever stronger

now that your words burnt out.

Burning
your own bridges
makes life
a longer
road to
cross...

Come for me,

          but let it be a mortal wound..


For if I breath a breath...

Know that yours is a hastily
      
                     kept moment.

And obituarises aren't in
                      the vocabulary


                                         of


shallow graves.

The amount of
                      ****-you
messages I rhyme to those unworthy

Of simplistic syllables , that cant picture
                      METPAHORS

Linguistically etched verses that mean
                      MORE THAN WORDS..

I'll bury those of unused wordings, disabled in
                     VERSE, CLING TO LAME VERSES....

I stood on a cloud of shaded white,
It was soft under my feet, as if not
Touching, more gliding under foot.

I was mesmerized by the sight seen
As if I was upon an ocean of shaded
Whites as they moved under me.

I ebbed forward to touch this motion
Below, to touch upon what was like
Silk, and then upon my hand one left.

As if a million snow flakes glided up
Like blossom falling in reverse, there
Were butterflies in heaven.

I stood on a cloud of shaded whites,
As they fluttered around me, calmness
Filled me and I knew I would be alright.

If I gave you a flower for every time
you made me smile in happiness.
A garden would blossom in the
corners of my heart, as psychedelic
aromas of loves essence danced in the air.

You are a thousand butterflies released
in my mind every time you smile.
I would catch everyone in a jar, a thousand
colours that would paint a rainbow on my mind.
Woven imagery of you blossoming in my heart.

There songs of silence,
enthral eyes with their words,
                                    Their  beauty sings,
And your eyes do shed a tear
for it is the song unique
                                     to each flutter,
to each sight that you behold.

The butterfly does speak to you,
but only your eyes can hear
                            the words of the song.

Well what can I say, he says I'm an ****,
I just told him he was just full of air..
But we were the closest of friends and were
always found close together like pees in a pod.

"So what's the plan for today windy,
"We just going to gas? or we just breathing in silence?

"I thought you were pulling the other cheek,
But all that comes out of you is crap Hahaha.....

They were always getting each other in trouble with
one thing or another, if it wasn't **** holding wind in,
it was **** whispering in a lift. But not so silently,
more like a  tiny trumpet going off for moments at a time.

There was one time were **** was letting off as usual,
but he let just a little too much out, and in that moment
he told ****.

"That was close, I was one **** away from a poo,

**** couldn't  contain himself and amusement turned
to horror as laughter had loosened both there grips.
And now Mr Poo who usually went diving in
the porcelain pools was now frequenting  upon both.

I think I'm going to be sick said ****, **** laughted and
then another friend of Poo's joined the party, cleanliness
was obsolete, now as it was like a food fight in close quarters.
Poo slipped out to freedom down the trouser leg and "SPLAT,

**** and ****, stunned by poo's lack of grace. "Could have
stayed for a while, But **** conceded that he would have
just talked crap, like he did every time he popped out
to see his friends.

Well what could be said, a wet wipe, and **** forgot poo
had even been there. But his odour still lingered gently on.
**** was gassing on and **** clenched so not to
expel to much laughter.. especially in enclosed areas.
**** was just gassing, this duo were always going
be the closest of friends.

I was swollen in
  the whirlpool of coffee
            
                           hangovers.

Tsunamis of headache
                                  neglects.

But when the waves of coffee beans
               collected on my shores



I trod upon them, crushed and slowly
                               roasted under repeated waves.

And then they washed over me,
                            caffeine drops falling
               like rain on my senses.

When I was drenched,
                      calmness fell upon my mind,
                     And I was myself once again.

Eating more than that
                      they can chew.

laxative dreams explode
                             in slumber.

Calibrated versions of
my reflections, I shatter with
                          fists of  petulance.
                  


And
       still they never seem to shatter.

No where do I see a shard cutting upon




                                                 my wrists...


But bluntly do the words overwhelm
                every vocalization that is pummelled
                                  with every suppressed
                                                                ­        motif..

That never stood a chance of being more than just
                                                  a paper Mache
                                                                ­        eclipse.

Never truly covering anything just  falling apart
                before the form that
                                          was solid like imagination.

         Instead falling apart like yesterdays fake news.

                                         Never reading deeper
          
                                                     ­ than the surface,
only being more like a comedy page
                                                           that no one finds funny.

In a world of

     Perpetual turbulence.

You were my
       tranquillity.

Jambo did turn towards the camp site rooms when
in the distance could be heard be music from
Halloween but its only july said he, then a mask
and blade he saw too late to run but said you can’t
**** me as a voice heard said I disagree as a knife
plunged through his chest and straight through
the tree, the killer smiled through the mask now
try to disagree…

Lolly looked around after her portion from Charlie
as he rode off, Lolly thought where have the rest
of the camp gone, have they have left me. As
she walked around horror music could be heard
and blood soaked areas all around lolly did
scream.

She ran to the lake it was blood red
with bits of people floating around she could see,
in the woods she found more murdered people
in parts people stuck to trees. Then as she turned
around, you look tasty I'll eat your liver with
some fava beans and a nice Chianti, as
she awoke screaming as he cut open her skull,
as she died he said mmm.. Jellied brains anyone...


At that moment driving his moped called Clarabelle,
a late arrival Marc was going 32 in the 30 what
the hell, breaking the law echoing through the
woods he did yell. Little did he know what was in
store, for he looked around and saw a face smiling
back at him?


He picked up the pace; little did he
know his life was to coming to an end, as a wire
took off his head clearly off. The wire snapped
as his head did roll, Charlie Hunnam drove past
and saw a headless rider drive past, he screamed
like a girl and felt a bump in the road. Little did he
know he had just ran over Marc’s decapitated
head. Poor Marc’s didn’t even get to the camp,
he became the legend of the headless rider that’s
know to haunts camp forwards woods on his moped
Clarabelle still looking for his head no less.  

  
So the story does come to an end but the final
question remains what ever happened to Poetic T
was he the killer of all or could people write his end..

As they all sat around the camp fire reading to
each other poetic rhyme, there were many who
would not last the night at camp forward what
or who would meet there demise?

Sue was writing ***** things  you could see it
in her eyes. The others around the camp fire
was Brother Newton, Orchidee, & Karen, they
were talking philosophy… Bri mar & Grandma
were talking rather intensely about meanings
of life & religion agreeing to disagree.  

Lolly was laughing with Ant, Poetic T &
Tadpole about his latest creation in stiches for
all to see. Jambo didn’t laugh he just quite
abruptly disagreed.

It was late, the fire once fierce now red embers
could all only see. Good night  Sue said it’s
getting late for me, she needed the toilet but
full were all three so in to the woods she was
shown a good spot to ***.

As she squatted a bear trap went off cutting
Sue in to three. Her scream unheard as only
things that go bump in the night could be
heard aloud in the trees.

Brother Newton went off to sleep only to be
awoken as someone carried him off trapped
in his sleeping bag was he, In the background
Alice cooper could be heard, the man behind the
mask as he was violently smashed against the tree.

Brother Newton now left as all that could be seen
was a red soaked sleeping bag sinking in to the
lake near camp never again to be seen.

Grandma went off with Orchidee to pray, but
as they approached the alter tubular bells could
be heard as the cross fell or was it pushed?
And nailed under the cross were both. We forgive  
they both said as there life left for another less
blood soaked place..

*To Be Continued

Stevieg and Karen you could feel the heat, of
the fire that is. Looking in to each others
eyes as both recited soppy love poetry. I'll
write you a song let us walk in the woods
suggested Stevie.G.  

As they entered a deserted
hotel  Stevieg did change from who he used to
be as a piano could be heard by Karen  is that
the shining in G major?  As Stevieg  grabbed a
fire axe ******* screamed Karen as he came
running, in a room she did hide kneeling down
nervously, then the axe hit the door repeatedly,
as it began to splinter the final blow and through
a head came screaming HERE'S STEVIEG.. with
.a final scream the axe was buried deep, Stevieg  
ran to the camp Tadpole asking whats that on
your shirt, corn syrup he said nervously.

Lolly was talking to tadpole about the Sons of Anarchy,
I was biker once said tadpole would you like to see
how I ride? blushing Lolly said sorry Charlie Hunnam
is the only ride I want on me. Tadpole and Stevieg
followed by Bri Mar a little too drunk now went
skinny dipping as it was a lake and free. All laughed
as they hadn’t done anything like this since there
teens asking Lolly to join in but Charlie Hunnam
turned up and said you ready for that ride? A
smile from Lolly could be seen.

Swimming
drunkenly around but in the distance could be
heard a song. The jaws music this could not be.
It grew louder they swam for the shore as Tadpole
sank beneath the water now red as the two
thrashed fiercely but then Bri Mar disappeared
as he screamed ******* FISHY.. Stevieg was
about to climb ashore thinking he’d survived but
there was one more surprise as he was kicked
in to the water by Jambo the last words he heard
that’s what happens when you disagree with
me, then jaws opened wide the shark swallowed
him whole never again to be seen.



**TUNE IN FOR THE FINALE TOMORROW

On the shoreline
           I throw pebbles,

skimming them on
                years this love will last.


The one for you didn't even

           make it to one.


Sinking beneath a falling wave.


I walked atop the cliff top,
       you smiled and asked...


"Did I sink or swim,

I replied, "can a bird fly without feathers?

                          

                      It seemed like an eternity you flew,
but you had no feathers.

                I cried, as I put the note on the
                                          barbed wire fence...


She never knew how much I loved her,
but devotion is a fleeting moment..
         And she sank faster than any  rock

falling in the ocean.

And believe me I'd thrown a fair share of pebbles.

My fingers caress your body
like a paint brush, I paint each
part slowly to know the points
which are the sensitive to my
brush on your canvas skin.

My lips are the red, they touch
your canvas slowly, as I move
over it goose bumps and moans
as sensitive parts are touched
skin to lips the canvas reacts.

I dip my fingers in to your awaiting
paint box, your ecstasy as my
brushes slowly dip in and out,
I dip once more and lick the
tips a taste of perfection now
painted on my lips.

You are my canvas of sin, I will
paint pleasure on your skin, my
fine brushes are lips as they
caress the canvas and my fingers
are the the hard brush strokes
against your flesh as they dip in
around your paint box my fingers
tasted your pleasure within.

You are my naked canvas, that I
will turn in to my master piece of
pleasure, skin to skin are paints
will mix and pleasure is our brush
stokes on each others skin.

Can we ascend beyond the realms of
what lays beneath out feet.

Wondering like dust particles on the
tempest of the nothingness.

Seeking  the seeds of creation that lay
in the realms of others treading carefully.

We may be particles in a void of infinity
but even dust can make ripples in its wake.

*"We are children of the universe, creativity
expects us to draw upon the stars,

There are shadows entwined in thought,
A place where those moments of lost
imagining go to die where others not
tread In fear of the forgotten taking hold.

But the shadows are taken not by will,
But by the invisible mind that consumes
Them within. This place of creative juices
Are fed upon when lost in forgotten halls.

Flakes of syllables left like snow drifting
In random collision a thought coalesces
But before is birthed in the mind consumed
In this Shadow of an invisible mind.

I feel twinges in my mind. Edited thoughts
Now consumed within, what would they
Have become unknown to late for some,
Thoughts linger never near this place.

Did I ever tell you the thoughts
of those that I capture in the air?
They just hang there, like bubbles floating.

I hold them in jars, watch as the conciseness
bleeds on the sides of the glass seeping
contemplation. I drink their  deceased forms.

It wasn't as if I was creating plagiarism as
they were there non linear in waiting of
a need to be created into word.

"I am the creation of what was nullity,
"Barely visible to consciousness but wanting,
"We were manipulated from what was to this,
"We wish to be as we were,
"But this is the form most pleasing,
"We aren't pure, corrupted from what was,
*"Please use us before were contorted by others
reflections not of your own, only ash in your thoughts.

Life did fold like a
Deck of cards,
Flowers lie deceased,
A hand dealt death.

Betrothed with suffocating embraces,
                            coherent upon her flesh

Dusk entwined within,
                            She was less with each sunset...

Endearment of meaningful
                               coalescing,
static in the embraces
               like stars observed.

But sincerity wonders like
                         binary stars,
closely coalescing in embrace.

I walk though the green ambiance soft under foot.
Patches of dirt where grass hasn't yet took,
varieties of shade leach blade never the same.

Under my feet the sound of rustling as my being
here is remembered as each footstep leaves.
wet dew is sewn on to the tips lingering like diamonds.

As I look back and see my traversing from there to
here, I see my footsteps like fingerprints showing
evidence of my transgressions through morning grass.

My walk nearing its inevitable end, I breath in the
freshness that sinks into my lungs. invigorated by
the surroundings I walk home across the carpet of green.

Death is beauty,
               as the rose atop of death
feeds on the nourishment of
                                   an empty shell.


Even though its petals decay,
                              its reaches higher

than the tomb
                      to bring life crimson to the surface.

Would you catch my breath if
the words that needed to be said.

These were released upon your hearing,
but feel short in humble thoughts.

Holding them close to your heart where
it would listen to these crested within your palms.

I travel the roads they all look the same,
the little cats eyes i cant stop looking at.

The car moving from side to side,
like a cradle being rocked, as i start to nod off.

Fighting the closing eyes before they are to much,
the cats eyes hypnotizing me so much.

I dream that the road is empty that the drive will
be finished as my eyes glue shut.

Then there is noise, i do not hear the screams
as the car and I stop and..........