Tranquillity, the sea
                     I drown within.

Though no waves,
                I'm immersed
                          beneath.

Stillness withdraws,
                 breathless.

I have slowly drowned
but with no water in sight,
I try to keep my head above
but im slowly sinking out  of
sight.
  
I struggle, I fight that which
is slowly flowing over me,
Im trying to keep a float,
this is now my hell.
  
I am drowning with no
water in sight, do I give  in
let it take me, or fight and keep
myself  afloat.
  
One day I will learn to swim in
this ocean that is drowning me,
no water  in sight, but for now
I am drowning in despair, I hope
to never give into always fight.

As I drown beneath your smiles,
                you hold my head static.
Smiles gasp for breath, even though
             on the outside I'm holding it in.


And  as I sink to the bottom
          I  hold my last gasp,
Even though it hurts to hold this pose.

                    My life was suffocating smiles,

Chocking on every memory of what
             we once swam in I now know..



                   that I'm drowning.

And your
                           gently suffocating me beneath
        your words..

And I cant swim on the surface,
            I'm drowning
within you.

Dazed is the time like streaming
light it passes me by, my mind
spiked on a high be it by needle, liquid
pleasure that once pushed explodes in
my blood like a firework my mind
goes in to overdrive.

Days are but a number each passing
by, smoking the fumes to make my
next day melt away not caring as my
cares are lost in the smoke as it fades away.

Am I alive or dead does it matter, the only
thing is to keep me on this addictive high.
I remember my lastday that moment the high
hit, then darkness as this moment faded a
wasted time of addiction that has now cost me my life...

You were my dusk
                       to my horizon.

As somewhere we were either
      rising above
               or
s
i
n
k
i
n
g
                             below.

Hues at dusk kissed the luminosity
     clinging to the last vestiges
                  that were kisses sent
as a parting gift of crimson lipstick
                   shades  upon the atmosphere.

Horizons would be a breath of fresh air,
                     or downpours of emotion.
I could either be a fresh breeze of inspiration
                                on a new day.

Or missing you, a deluge of seasonal
                                        falling..

But you always managed to lift me up
                       no matter the day...

You made me look at what life was,
       and to always shine upon the moments
that help me rise higher everyday,

for the
               eternity of us...

We are but a lingering breath in the
                                  void of existence.

When we exhale a final vocalization
                of our moments that shed a tear.

We are but a grain of earth that grows
                          petals. that will always fall.

Our place is in memory, we are but a breath
                                               
                                              in a grain of sand falling.

we are universe unto are
self's for we are made of
the stars, we are atoms,
molecules each orbiting
different things.

When we collide we create
another a new universe
is born from the star dust
of both and through time
it will grow.

Are universe ages, super nova's
explode as parts of the universal
body shuts down. Like all things a
universe too must come to an
end.

But a new one carries on, part
of the old universe does live on,
but now it has past on. all its suns
now dead extinguished, but remembered
not forgotten as each will be reborn
in the next generation of new star
dust and suns.

We must envision
                 the what's  
not the £$ signs...
we have to pull
               all humanity
into the link of every chain..

We must look the negative
                                        haves
and know everyone is worth
        more than the have not's.

We aren't worth more
                    than any other.
Each of us has our worth
              in a world of each other

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....

early dawn rises
bluebells elegantly chime
breeze awakes petals

Solitary with you
                  was lonely.

I didn't really know

                   my cell mate.

Life is death,
            breath is a tome.

And every step,
          we walk to
  

our carcass in earths grasp.

Two places as one,
Condensation mirrors both,
Heavens upon earth .

A thousand dreams woven
beneath the feet of hard working
                                         reflections.
But nothing ventured forth,
       like a corpse of bricked virtues
the land didn't give birth to life.

Only bricks of contemplation were
        built, and they were vacant
of any substance. For what is built
     had nothing to fill it only ideals.

For earth that shelter one,
       will endeavour to show no yield.
And only vacant ideals stand where
                   crops have faulted on brick..

The Easter bunny did hop
through the window in
to my house, he did hold
a knife to my throat, and
asked where I hide all his
children of chocolate through
out my house.

I showed the bunnies but
I had bit all their heads,
****** all the good parts
out, the bunny looked at
me enraged and asked if
I was sick in the head.

There chocolate you fool I
said, but the bunny stabbed
my ankles and as I fell to the
floor with one swing off came
my head.

So now do you think its funny to eat
a bunnies head, my wife came down
and found a bunny eating half a
chocolate human head....

Distracted thoughts, unhinged
Realities of multiple soft whispers,
Unstable voices rattle in bone.

Traversing in silent moments
where there was an eclipsing
of breath, caressing unspoken
words but everything silently
                                             narrated.

Nearly adjoining within each
others gravity, but still we were
shadowed by the others desires.
Collecting in the afterglow of
                                             emotions.

This was an eternity of moments,
a motion not to repeated in alluring
views, immovable, inseparable of
our inevitable paused
                                     joining.

You were my star, I was your moon,
eclipsing with our gradual passing.
Enticing the other until for that brief
amount of time lips met and time was
                                                   *motionless.

electrons do spark
energy transcends pure thought
both equally caged

What is beauty,
    if not bereavement
                    of exhalation.

Our symbiosis is just
elongated moments
   of perpetual pain,

and unending noise.

And when were void less,
         there is elegance
where our conclusion is

             peaceful silence.

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.

ELEVEN* was tired because it was
Almost TWELVE, but ONE was
Up late TWO watch THREE come
Home, FOUR was tired because FIVE
Did snore but SIX pushed him out of
The bed he snored no more, SEVEN
Was up as bright as could be, its
Amazing what EIGHT hours of sleep
Can do for me, NINE was happy as it
Was almost TEN because ELEVEN
Was coming to brunch again, TWELVE
Did come along the day going so quick
So more numbers counted once again
Which will leave us at the first number once again.

I'm here but I'm not, where have
you been they ask. Right here but
my thoughts are not with me.

Not out of body just out of mind,
I'm not crazy I'm sane as the next
person, hopefully not crazy because
so would I.

I just think of places, people I would
rather be, to see, the expression of
blankness is me travelling in my
own place.

I'm not ignorant, I don't ignore those
around, this place is so violent so much
misery. In my place I am safe with those
that are there we are in peace, I am here
but elsewhere are my thoughts  its just
the place I'd rather be.

Upon the sights of emaciated tendrils does thoughts hang,
no words breath but only silence greats those who gaze
upon the crumbling remains of musing now faded like
parchment in the afterthought.

It hangs in wanting, but only reflections of remnant passing
do dwell on the torn outer reaches. This meditation of silence
where words have been cleansed and now it lingers empty of all.

Adorned on self, it hangs like wind
on the breeze statically woven on
form. Embroider of linguistic thoughts,
all in notions that are enriched but still
never totally fallen on its emotion.

Enhancing what was just embellished
reflections, now seen in the movement
of a yearning to expel but never descended.
just  passive in  the needing of its expulsion.

Ornaments that hang on my tongue, kept
in staled rejection. I only want to garnish
your yearning with what I'm trying to
embellish with these spoken words.

emotions ceased still
a tear fell solidified
weeping cold crimson

The day is near when your
happiness will burn, engulfed
it will turn it black. Not as before,
never will it grow back. As the
days move on sorrow replaces
that now in black.

Your joy will be ashes in your hands,
blown in to the wind, it was never
yours to give.  Now no others will
benefit, as the winds have hidden it
changing every moment never to let
you get it back.

Love was the last, the hardest to take,
but under foot buried in lava.
Over time melting the feeling that
once resided, now after time the
heart is weak, and love has left
this ash filled heart it as suffocated,
not a breath of love flowed back.

Shallow breaths now  woven
    intervening
                        between those occasions
where lips disconnect momentarily.

Smiles greet the gazes of the others.
Palms are like gentle
                                    rain
                                           drops
on each others chest, hearing each others
rhythmed emotions blend to the others moments .

An avalanche of empathy
             dislodged
covering me in suffocating
                                realisation.

That I wasn't the mountain,
       more the snow.
               Soft and delicate,
   sentiment never compacted enough.

Desolation perches
              On my
                  Shoulders.
Fading whispering words scream.

*"I'm shadows in light never seen,

I drown in a empty
bath full a stale air,
it surrounds me.

As I choke for breath
no longer do I breath.

I drowned in a bath
tub, as smoke filled
my lungs.

stale is the air as I have
drowned no water to
be seen..

People think I'm just
an empty jar
                 with a lid on it.

But you took the lid off,
and looked underneath
                              it..

And it said!

"If your reading this
              then you know
             looks can be deceiving,

I wasn't ever empty,
                           I just didn't
                            show myself.

But you saw underneath the façade.

We are but lines drawn
in symbolic
           echoes..
Our life is but a few lines
         that fill a book of memories
that are still empty.

But echoes call from the pages,
       and we read unto ourselves...

the wind blows through my
doors an empty sound as it
travels the rooms but no one
is home anymore.

The rooms were once full
thoughts did play, each room,
was past, present and thoughts
of a future it couldn't yet see.

This mind had many thoughts
rooms so full you  couldn't
move the so many rooms once
full of thoughts now only dust
as the room now deserted no
ideas to see any more.

Now there are just empty rooms
where the winds do blow, no
longer remembering past,
present the future bleak for a
mind with no thought. One
day the door will shut and
that will be the end of me no
thoughts anymore.

Ruby lips spell cast,
  
There's no place

                               like her heart.

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.