Wood of crimson & bone where the dead
lie still, leaves are their burial
Rites they fall from life to
Canvas,
Shroud,  
Envelope
The flesh, for the fallen are the
Food of the wood, new life
Reaches up, Roots entangle
Around every bone,
Interweaved,
Disordered,
Chaotic
Lifelessness now scattered
Among the roots of this linage
Of old, new saplings
Now sprung forth from the
Leaved burials that litter the floor,
They call this forest, leaves of blood
As all leaves that grow forth are
Crimson,
Burgundy,
Blossoming
Forth, as if each leaf has life of its own,
Each of the branches growing
Resemblance of ***** fingers reaching
Out to a world, wisps
Encircle,
Envelope,
Halos
Of white mist greet all trees,
As if the souls of the departed
Sleep silently around this gravestone
Of wood, And leaves one again
Fall, not all just one, and this tree with
No leaves, now resting upon the floor
Like the features of bones grow out and forth
As some where in this
Forest of crimson and bone,
A body now rests in its tome of red
This is the home of the dead, where the trees grow.

Withered  mind,still ticking along
But long has it forgotten those times,
It still runs
Not at the speed it once was,
As that is a time well forgot.
  
A fire in the mind
Smouldering
Burning
Igniting memories
  All those thoughts burnt,
pictures,
memories,
charred embers blackened.
  
A moment remembered
Like an old movie, a
Picture with no sound,
But enough for a spark to breath.
  
For but a moment
They are once again who they were,
Realising inside
The maze of burning thoughts,
of decaying memories
Inside is still them.
But locked away to those they remember,
May be they will recognise them, another day.
.

My mind is like a sieve
I meet old friends
Names
Faces
Forgotten
From a past these memories
Leaked out, I don't know when,
But confusion falls upon my
Face,
Awkward silence, a smile given
Then I start talking like I've know there
Face
"How you been"
"Still with what's her face"
"In the same job"
Then I walk off talk to names I know.
My Brain is like a sieve
I meet old acquaintances
Alias,
Appearance,
Lost
From a time before thoughts
Void, since I don't know when
But disorientation falls upon my
Features
My mouth opens, speech silent, I grin
Then speak
"How things"
"She got much time left"
"Does your work still ****"
Then I stroll off to people I know.
I was going to say something
But you know what
????????????
Its just vanished,
I'm so forgetful
It'll come back to me at a later date,
My thoughts escape me sometimes
"Now what were you saying"
What? that my brain is like a sieve.

fossilized footprints
collecting echoes of time

child's footprints do tread

foundations crumble
fledgling moments all collapse

all voices whisper

The black horses run
There hooves like*
Earthquakes upon the ground,
Tremble before them
For those who felt there coming
No longer
Above ground,
Each imprint of there coming
For an age petrified is the ground,
Four horses
Four riders,
They are those who know no
Fear,
They are the chosen ones
As of the old,
New horseman born.

Insanity,
With but a touch
A mind
Crazed beyond control,
So many puppets on a string
So many uncontrolled
Morals,
Right,
From
Wrong,
When the mind fractured
They don't matter any more.

Pestilence
But with a touch,
Flesh blisters
Coughs
Spreads its strain,
Villages still,
The diseased like wilted Flowers,
Decomposing on the floor
A cough,
A sneeze,
Would sign your death,
Others fearful of Pestilence,
Of the fatal disease, killed by mistake.

Decay,
Puts his charm to the touch,
He was the gentlest it seemed
But this disguised,
The horror,
For with but a breath,
He released decay
Flesh ripened,
Decayed,
A hunger too renewed
For only others flesh would
Only stall the putrefaction,
Fathers let children consume them,
Neighbour,
Against
Neighbour,
Chewing, cooking there flesh,  
All this spread with but a breath.

Deathly War,
Revelled in the pain
The Three Horsemen spread,
But the most powerful of all,
Spread with a word,
Rumors
Whispers,
Lies,
The thoughts crawling in,
Whispering in ears
That could end all life
But with a push of a button,
But first he wanted fields of blood
Innocent,
Corrupted,
Pure,
Stained,
The four horses would shatter the earth,
There hooves,
*Telling of the incoming ruin of Earth.

fragrance envelopes
volcanic soot now descends

taste buds are embers

You were a flower
That was in a crowd
Of colour
But your blossom
Caught my eye,
You stood out
Beauty,
Confidence,
Smile,
You ask, can a flower smile
It did that day,
I picked you
Took your intoxicating
Fragrance in,
I realized that it was
Love,
Connection,
One,
That were two  
Now we grew together.
And we both did blossom
In each others arms,
We grew,
And entwined
Till the fragrance
That came forth was love,
That burst forth and two were now one..

We should run, like we were afraid
But run to the ends of the streets
Scream out loud I am free,
We may not be
Tomorrow,
Yesterday,
Next week,
But today,
Today we scream out we are free
From those that wish to put us
In the dirt
To put there boot upon are mouths.
Today we are free from
Hatred,
Religion,
Colour,
Today the world is free.
It may not be tomorrow,
But it is everyone's right to be free,
So run to the end of your street
Shout out I am free,
And let the world listen
Freedom is not to be taken by
others its
Mine
Yours
There right, freedom for a day
A life time not to be taken away..

Wind turbulent flow,
Rotating air, destruction,
Frozen tears now fall.

We are frozen in time,
Fingers are so near to the touch
But fate keeps us apart,
I will always look upon you
Your beauty frozen in eternity.

If I could shed a tear
It would fall petrified
Before it landed
Below shattering on the floor

My love will never erode
Over time
It may weather my looks
But as long as I see you,
Know that even though so near
We feel so very far apart

frozen tears descend
petals greeting confusion
seasons playing games

A tear of red falls
Splashes on the floor below.
It joins those that fell before
So many, a stream of red
Drips,
Oozes,
Flows,
The arm hangs over,
Like a limp branch its fruit drips off,
The pool of transplant now full of death
It holds emotion that bled out,
The waters calm as once again
A single drop drips to the floor
The fruit of life
Falls,
Clots,
Rots,
There is no life in this branch
It hangs over it fruits have now
All fallen to the floor.

They were released upon the world
Dancing that dance
Infused,
Rhythm,
Feet
Danced propelled them unto others
For all would dance the funk,
Feet would move to the beat,
For nothing could escape
The funk, zombies and their beat
Rap,
Classical,
Metal
Died that day all that was danced was
"The funk"
For all would move feet, hands, thumbs
"To the funk"
None could escape the funk moves
Bad as hell, but addictive as crack,
Everyone was doing the
"Funk"
Beware the rhyme, as no one will
Escape the tune. All will dance badly
Till they fall, too that which contaminated the world **"the funk"

He was the wandering gas giant
Floating around,
"Space the final play ground"
He would swim in the oceans
Of blackness,
His aura changing to the mood
He was
Feeling,
Thinking,
Thoughts,
Of gas never stay long, they
Are but vapours, thoughts,
Then lost in the galactic winds
A memory departed in vacant spaces.
He would
Hop,
Skip,
Jump,
Over asteroid belts, carefully
So not to stub his gaseous toe,
The micro meteor showers,
Tickled as they flew through
He was told not to play near
"The burning ball"
"The lights in the sky"
Its colours were hypnotic
He was to close,
And with but a flash
"In a moment"
He was once a gas giant
But he got too close,
A momentary flash of luminous colours
Filled the darkness like a rainbow of flame,
Then there was but the flaming star,
"Gas giant was no more"
He was but a wisp,
A cloud of breath blown far from the flame
"He had learnt a lesson"
He had gone too near to the star,
Now he was the little cloud wondering
"Never fear he will grow once again"
But a lesson learnt,
"Listen to parents"
Flame is enticing, but is a consumer
Of all far and near,
The giant learnt the hard way,
And paid a price very dear,
He was once a gas giant, now just a little one
Wandering the darkness he will heal,
But never to be the giant he was before.

I let one loose I wonder
If it'll smell, like a
Bubble
Popping
Burst,
Here comes that
Satan
Pit
Smell,
That make others near
Run like hell
I do them when others are
Around,
Silent but deadly
Are the best when
In a crowd,
Loud ones I do when by
Myself,
I let them loose all day long,
Some smell for a
Moment
Second
Minute
Then the smell is gone,
Then there's the silent killers,
Which once released
Pop,
Release,
Smell,
And like torture,
They linger on & on & 0n..

We are the generation
Of a million friends,
At the click of a
Button,
Accept,
Like,
We have so many friends
But no one to talk,
To our face,
What happened to contact,
Is the world too
Hostile,
Scary,
Darkened,
That people fear to go out,
Explore there
Village,
Town,
City,
Where did you meet?
"On-line"
Where did you date
We dated on
Facebook,
Twitter,
Swapped pictures,
This is the first time
We meet
You look shorter?
You have diffrent eyes?
"What you have Five kids"
"From six dads"
"What you were in prison"
"On bail"
You still live with your
Mum & Dad,
But thats what happens,
When you only have friends
Within a screen, not real life,
Go out
Mingle,
Talk,
Friendships,
Are born with the connection
Of real life, not behind a
HD screen,
We are becoming
Generation Friendless,
Lets change that,
Turn off your
Computer,
Phone
Tablet
"Go on you can do it"
Go out in the real word
Make real friends
Not the two hundred behind a screen.

**** what was said, its what was known was a whole other story:

"Run their coming how much you got,

"I got fifteen clots left,
"How the fa-jesus is that gonna stop them,

"Improvising is the necessity of the moment,
"Now grab that gas bottle and traffic cone, hurry,

"You are one crazy ******* you know that,

He smiles and watch's as his friend plays tinkerer, he
Was called the tinker bell of improvising. Less the *******
Wings and smiles. I loved watching his thoughts as they
Always had a party trick sense of humor that played with
Those that were against us and our family. We had been
On the streets for at least for at least fifteen years running
Against those that were in this seeded state of imprisonment


"That's so messed up dude,

He laughs out loud at the thought of those playing the field.

"The streets are our weapon their sheep on our land,

Running to a secluded place darkness cleanses their view
From others prying eyes. You think there stupid enough
To fall for this ****? their is always one dopy *******.

"Here they come,

They see the funtarded plan that they left for those playing
Cat in a world of mice, but mice are smarter than others
Give credit for, "******* cat, "SSsssshhhhh,

The thugs speak to each other faces deserted in black.

"What the hell is this?
What is it? anything of importance?
"It looks like a Knock, Knock joke,
"Read it then you imbecile

"Knock, Knock,

"Who's there?

"Count to three,
1
2
.
.
.
.
.
"Aggghhhh,­

Ambush is shouted around, all but two aren't caught
In what happened two moments before.

Two moments earlier
3??

"Gas is silent but deadly,
The one that smelt it dealt it?

What the **** is that meant to mean?

As an incendiary round is fired, figures they
Momentarily see,
With gleeful smiles and a middle index finger
****** in the air by both, and unheard words spoke
"**** all yaaaa,
All are engulfed in flame, screams are heard from the
Distance running in futile acts.

"Drop and roll,

These words of panic go unheard as if swatted
They each fall like wicks. They smoulder and then
Unused ammunition upon themselves like
Fire crackers go off. like jumping beans
Their frames jump up as appendages release
from their now flaming form.

"Run for cove.........,
"O ****, he just got to in the head,
"I don't get paid enough for this Fu.....,


One slug only used impressive is a thought,
His little playful tricks never cease to amaze,
Cadavers smouldering linger as they both
Look over amazed it worked.

"Now that's what I'm talking about,

As he walks over and does a midsection ******
"BANG,
As the air is clouded with profanities
"MOTHER F#CKER,
"JESUS ***#ING CHRIST,
"**** THE FU#KING BED,

"Hahahahaha,

"What's so funny,

"Its the Karma of the situation,
"He dealt it, you smelt it in the ****,

"That's so not funny my dairy-air kills,

"Dude you got a brown stain hahaha.....,
"**** the bed or your pants,

They walk away, well one walks the other hobbles.
I hate this place so much, god dam generation prison.
"What did we ever do?
"We were born dude,
They arrive at camp to eyes happy to see both
Alive and slightly well, curious looks
Gather at his reddish brown patch,
"He smelt it,
As giggles surround and he punches him in the arm.

"I'm never going to live this down am I dude,
"No,
"This is worthy of years of puns haha...,

They see their mother, a tattoo of shameful pride
Adorning her neck, so long ago given for
A crime of hunger to feed her first born.
But their was no cautionary words, but deployed
Into this state now walls elevated a half mile high.
Did the world still exist no one knew no one
Had been dropped in nine or ten years.
This place was a whole state enclosed, the
Worst and those of minimal crimes linger in
This place to survive is the only thing and not
Lose your humanity in the process.

"Hi my little ones,
"I see the journey was not with out incidence,

"It was a pain in the **** mum,
"Well his **** not mine,

"Mum tell him to stop it,

"Young man your brother is not the **** of all jokes,
"Ok maybe for the next few years give or take,

They walk off as the gates enclosing there camp
Though rusted keep outsider not wanted
Away from the peace now claimed in the enclave.