I was on cloud 9 floating high
But in my excitement "I slipped" & fell
Clouds are funny that way up so high,
I hit cloud 8
Not as soft as nine, felt like feathers
The quills stabbed me, as I fell further this time
I hit cloud 7
With a thud, it was a mattress cloud
But no springs to soften the fall,
I hit cloud 6
I hit cloud 5
I was going faster,
Each cloud more painful than the last,
I hit cloud 4
It was soft, till I rested my head
A cactus pillow its spines sticking out of my head,
I screamed rolled off the cloud,
I fell once more,
Picking needles from my skull
Each more painful than the one before,
I hit Cloud 3
I fell right through, no pain that I could feel
But then the truth, white vinegar mist,
It cut in to the holes left from above
Stinging,
Burning,
Flesh,
Then I was clear, I knew what was coming next.
I was gaining speed as I fell
Cloud 2,
Was coming up fast,
Shining off the light of the sun
A hundred rainbows  burst free
Blues,
Yellows,
Greens,
But where was the reds??
This cant be that bad
"I thought to my self"
But as I hit powdered glass shredding my flesh,
Colours I saw as well as blood,
The glass,
A prism reflecting light,
Rainbows born so many colours
Then my blood soaked on glass
Out shone the blood red,
The rainbows now so beautiful
As the glass shredded my flesh,
"I opened my eye"
The other soaked in red,
The floor I could see coming up fast
I awoke, bruised and cut,
I lay on the floor,
What a fall from Cloud 9
So far I had fallen, from up high
To the cold unforgiving floor below.

Clouds linger earthward
   Gentle breeze

Trees soak unsuspecting.

clouds of grey gather
suicidal droplets fall

tears regrets impact

I was a cuckoo in a lovely little
House, I went around in circles
Again and again
"Co-ck-ooooooooo"
"C-ockoo-ooooooo"
"Cockoooooooo­o"
That's what I always said,
Do you know how sad I get,
I want to jump,
I want to fly
But the only thing I do is
Cuckoo,
Cuckoo,
Cuckoo,
How time flies, but I will never know.
I am stuck in the little house,
Nailed,
Stuck,
Prisoner
To time, tempted every hour
To leave this place, my wings do flap
But when the clock ends its
****,
****,
****,
I am ruthlessly dragged in to this prison
To once again be driven around
Every moment of my existence
Is but a moment a hand turning
On a clock, Tick, Tock
I am  cuckoo, I show
You the moments passing of time,
But I will release my call every
Time its needed, I'm a cuckoo after all, a
Singer of moments that pass every hour in time.

He arose from the grave
Money in pocket,
To pay the keeper
But he had dead ideas instead,
Stiff,
Meat,
Warmth,
He walked with a limp
Only because one foot rotted off,
He was in search of warmth
He needed to the feel heat inside
He was expired, cold of life
Icicle,
Rigor-mortis,
Stiff,
But he roamed the night
Screams heard, ladies of the night
Not interested in cold meat,
But the one he happened upon,
***** was her name
and her fetish touch
What the hell
She takes the stiff in her mouth
Gags,
Smells,
Mouth
O well for that cash
I've had worse in my mouth
Licks,
*****,
Dust,
Sprays into her mouth,
Long time since you used that,
As he smiles,
It was worth the three minutes
What do you expect??
A stiff not used
For a life time,
Amazed it wasn't seconds
"If that"
He goes of into the night
Resting once again in his grave
One happy stiff
But because of his night of fun,
There is always a lump of mud
Raised in his plot,
No matter the times you push it down
It always rises back up..

I collect my tears
Never to loss that emotion
To the floor below,
Happiness
Sadness,
Pain,
Joy,
Stored never to let them go,
When ever I feel
Overburdened,
I take a drink
Droplets
Clear,
Pure,
Transparent,
Emotions, an elixir
These tears sooth the pain,
I have shed so many,
Some moments,
Others for days,
I never let them evaporate,
Collected them once again,
If tears ever decide to fall.

Jungle of Concrete,
Towers stretch up high,
The people that live there
Hanging on to life.
Suspended on the branches
some fallen never to climb up high,
Corrupted
Tainted,
Polluted,
By the fruits,
Poisoning the mind.
Now fallen as another one
Takes there place,
In the branches dreading the life.
Scared,
Anxious,
Intimidated,
Towers reaching for the sky,
while the little ones look up
Fearful
Of that place for what lies in there,
Fear in their eyes.
But time moved on and those up high
Moved to the ground,
Living in the field
Of flowers,
On the ground.
A little safer than before
No longer the fear from before.
Children could play
In the meadows of green,
That were behind and upfront
Playing like they couldn't before.
But parents still wary,
Strangers,
Roads,
Cars,
As the ground has dangers
Like the tree tower did before.
The trees reached for the sky's
That were the misery of most
Now collapsing,
A scar on the landscape,
Now breathes in new hope and life.

congealed static form
intricate formations muse

descending flawless

consideration
acquired through every action
nothing in return

Was it needed,
The words that you clawed,
Trying to rip what I wrote,
You think you can do better
I've read your stuff its amateur hour
And your the joke.
Knock, Knock,
Who's there,
Spelling mistakes
A wrong button pressed,
Its my work,
Words that have been written
But you dont care,
You lust after anything you think even
Though me poem is better,
You treat it like a joke,
   Joke is what you call writing
Its more like a doodle,
From a two year old,
I'm not offened but i think
Your comment is more of a joke.
   Constructive criticism is needed
Not a slating,
If mistakes made,
Gently point to the error,
And how to improve,
Its not a joke words wound
As much as your jealous hate.
If you give me a nasty review
I dont see the joke.
   So when reading
Please read it though,
If a mistake is found be polite,
If its a first timer, a vigin of the pen,
Be gentle,
Be nice,
For if your a d*ck,
Expect me to be pleasant,
Don't expect a polite review,if your poems are crap

convict of my heart
feeding scraps of devotion

ever desiring

I was a
Flower
Ready to bloom,
But my
"Innocence"
Taken, as I
Was picked to soon,
Never to open my petals
Pure & clean.