Pack it up, pack it in
don't throw my bolts there creating a din.
I won't ever battle you, that would be a sin.
Never will I stack up,
              cos you just  knocked me down again.

Trying to act higher,
            with you and your godly crew.

  But I'm the lord of the dead,
             come on get your tombs up,
I raise the dead, can I have some hands up.

I have two minions, no there not yellow.

Pain is his name.
             Getting splinters in your **** cheek,
stubbing your toe once again,
                                 jump around, jump around
                         his confusion will get you down.
    
           Then we panic,
                  who likes a bit of disco.
   But he'll move your keys
just so you jump around, jump around
                           lateness is his merry go round.

I'll serve you up on the river of sticks,
           If your coins ain't legit,
   Throwing your cheap **** off the boat.
You get a special place for being tight-****** ..

   I've got more schemes, than any other villain,
copyrighted some cos others trying to steal um..

Tried to get Hercules on my side, but he was a
       goody, goody, with piercing blue eyes..
   I tried to ride his horse but it threw me off,
            Slightly embarrassed by blue hair went off..

Yes I 'm bald and I wear a flaming  blue wig,
but I'm a millennia old, and no sunlight down here.

You think Zeus locks are real,
        More like Clouds that with a deceitful blow,
have his head looking  like a shiny chrome dome .

My name is Hades and I'm king of the underworld,
                                           I'll  never rise to the top,
    But I'll see you on the other side,  enjoy it up top.

Blossom radiates,
a fragrant utopia
natures true art form.

Dandelions play
Children scatter in the wind
Natures angels fly

tricks of molecules
wavelengths caress and scatter
the sky shaded blue

She'd asked for a teabag
                
                     one lump or two.

I asked casually??

But replied that she didn't need one
                at the moment!
and could
                   I drop them off later.

So as she slept, I edged closer..
            her mouth open..
         I asked did she want
                    one bag dipped
                                 or two..

She sheepishly said in tired mummers
                                                   two....

And believe me with her mouth ajar.
                   they fell into her warmth..
                          Swilling in here moistness
As  she gagged...
                ok may be I should have
                                              dipped one..

Because now my bags are swollen
                     and I'm not dipping them
                                       anywhere soon..

Midnight claustrophobia dreams,
                           where the charcoal
suffocation presses on my chest.

My expiration has no date of
                elapsing.

But the animation of my expiration
            still lingers,
and I hold on to that moment.

You are my collection of recollection,
            and in the onyx covering
  that the luminosity clings too,


we suffocate on every


                  exhalation of the other.

They think that cos they wearing badges that
its power, feeling it be like they wild west.
          thinking they catching outlaws.

When they the ones letting the shots hit unarmed
                                           hands on his head.
but they not moving as he shouted gun.

It wasn't even a mobile, they just trigger happy
                       in blue as the family was in black.

Tears aren't bringing his last word back,
                       Mum, Daddy,
last cherished thought his baby girl.
Tears fell silent as they had knees on his neck,
                         what the **** he dead
yet you thinking he needs cuffs,
                                   morality took a side step.

No one is on their knee no more,
         hands held at height trying
to reach the fallen to show that they
still being reached for.

I promise we ain't forgetting any fallen,
       we'll reach high walking the streets.
   They ain't holding pistols to this many.

Hands-on heads showing peaceful metaphors,
          we shouldn't have to be scared
of a badge that's meant to protect
                               not a knee on a neck.


Or a gunshot on an unarmed person,
                   due to his demographical heritage.
                     another fell like a tree in a forest.

But every flower has a camera and nothing
falls silently anymore.

Water fell into a thoughtful puddle,
Awaiting that moment as feet jumped.
And like a tsunami of exitment my
Once clean wears were dotted like
A dalmatian. But i smiled such is
The thoughts of a fathers day.

Like a whirlwind of excitement
You ran around my feet, intuition
Redid my words. Still my little
Bean for the wind will stop and
You will fall to the ground. Words
Blurred in a moment and kisses
Given to scrapped knees.

Eyes look up and see amazment and
Love returned with a smile, new
Experiences seen with fresh eyes.
Two hands hold as three words spoke
One, two, three.
And then i am a spaceman launched
Into the sky. I look up and see the
Love for me in both their eyes.

Palm to palm
fingers touch,
one felt by another
in unison two become
one as each touch.

A prayer is formed
with these two hands
in god they trust, words
are spoken to that which
they hope will hear each
word spoken and in the
almighty they trust.

On bended knee or where
they wish these two clasped,
to hear the words spoken out.

A belief that some one is listening
and there prayers may be answered,
because there faith keeps them
strong, and in there religion
they hold in there heart so much..

Where soulless white shades hang.
                             The tempest of breath
Clings around these hung effigies..
      
Drying them of sweet nectars fluid..
                          Even though evaporated
     the essence of summer lingers.

I'm no trailer park trash,
you may live
                      forty three stories more than me..

But I'll reach higher than you any day of the week.

I only have to take one step,
                             to tell what is
                        curb crawling around me.

Trying to sell me false hopes,
            selling me bath salt dreams.

But there more like bubble bath,
          popping before I even enjoyed it.

Your hopes and dreams are sky high,
illusions of
           your first steps.
A worthless dime falling from  a great height.


              No one even heard you
                                           plunge...

Cos there only interested what's
                                      happening on the street..

Your just a stain that no one really looked at,

                                                        cares about.


    As there's plenty more chalk outlines
                            that children hopscotch over..

Can you count to ten..


Then there's another gunshot..
          like a storm, they hitting in the distance..

Just another cold breath that falls from ground zero...
                                                  burn stains on the
side-lines
                    that play pause.



                                        No breath... no care.

I'm here at ground zero,
            your up there in your fairy-tale

hanging from your chandelier,

But I'm swinging lower but still breathing.

I think of a word  and then write it out, the

rope is now thrown up and over placed

just right, I write one more the noose is

nicely tightened up just right.

  

A word comes to mind, a thought

made on paper, can I guess

what will happen next.

  

So many words writtern, things

I have done to make this right, first

was the rope, the noose tightened

just right a word on paper

the rope drawn to that which will

hold it tight.

  

Words have been writtern the

time running out, as the last

one is on paper my time has run out.

  

The hang man is finished the note

writtern out, where once there was panic

and movment, I am the hang man silent, still

the noose drawn tightly no air to escape

in or out.

  

Peace now resides on this still

  calm face, as I am waiting to be  found

with my note explaning everything

neatly writtern out.

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.

ENJOY YOUR HOLIDAY :)

We were in confided spaces before,
           in open air. Where we never mingled...
But at least we had company that we were
next to, now were in solitary confinement.

Now were 6 foot or 72 inches or 182.88cm
                from the nearest person, I don't know them,
they were here before me,
                                             celled up.
Slow walk, felt like a life time, so few steps..

But this is a funeral prosecution,
               is the one in front of me going to cough,
                                                                ­          sneeze..
Will they cover up or infect me, ME…
With there I don't know what's, could it be hay fever.

Could be me coughing in seven, to when I have a ventilator
shoved down my insides, I'm a breathing coffin..
        Just being buried slowly..
                                           they burn you now...
But I'm not there yet, I wash my hands.
                

"Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me,
        I hope I wash my hands enough to see my  
                                                            ­     next birthday.
  But I'm wishing my hand happy birthday now,
            So soar but I'm happy birthdaying all week.

We in an open prison, free but unable to escape,
               I look out my window and breath..
      The air is a lot fresher that it used to be..

Another week passes, I write lines on the wall
         of my incarceration, I'm in a cell of luxury.
But I've never felt so alone.
     Were all roses, wilting due to lack of sunlight...

You see them as  an apple a pip a twinkle
in your eyes, they are your strength with
there beauty and with a single word a tear
can fall from your eye. "I love you daddy,

They sit on your lap and are giving loving
embrace there listening to your words as if
there minds were a chase, to hear you speak
to learn from that man that they look up to
a superman without the dodgy red cape.

We teach them life lessons, the way we were
taught, but with our twist of the now, new
and improved. We teach them manners,
Please, pardon, thank you.  they don't cost
anything but to some a simple few syllables.

We are the mirror they look upon to act upon,
to learn lessons for what we say and do is a
thought that stays within. be that guardian
but let them be free, for they are our legacy
that we cherish with smiles and love.

For those fathers where that moment has
happened, where those footsteps no longer
come down the hall calling your name.
I'm so sorry for your loss but believe me they
loved you even though words never spoke.

Know that every moment they were here
a little prince or princess, there here in
the metaphorical aspect. You saw them held
them in your arms, called them their name.
They still love you even though there not here.

But last on my lists are the fathers that aren't,
those not there for there little ones to hold them tall,
not respect the seed that you brought to this
world. Know the mother can be a father too,
she'll teach them everything from right & wrong.

Know that man that even though wasn't there at
birth, will be that substitute that you never where,
never wanted to be one. Never bored of teaching them
with mothers wishes, listening through there tears
and what you never could be,
And one day will call this stranger daddy not you.

"Happy Fathers Day,
*"They are our smiles, our calling to teach,

If
Life throws
You a hard
Ball, catch it and
Throw back in its *******
Face, and say Catch that *****...

We are godless
and yet more moral
                       than those who
                               cherry pick.


                    And yet never
able to swallow the
                         pip.

Vibrational  hues eclipse
         my exterior ,
reverberating upon
                           my senses.

Parallel bars synchronize
around me, am I  a prisoner
as the resonation keeps
            me within this spot.

I can feel within a perfect
           storm of repetition.
Like chambers bouncing off
each other, trying to find a
                             synchronization.

I look at myself,
                      breaches spring forth,
this shell is to weak to keep me in.
        Shattering forth, I'm pure volume.

The bars start to spike, As I break free.
         We become harmonized,
what tried to bind is now part of my reality.

Cadavers still warm I picked those words,
Stained hands of taken thoughts.
Fragmented but sewn with fibres of introspection.

But like a patchwork so many relived from
Ending last moments before that which
Remembered rendered as blank as fresh paper.

An algorithm flawed, not a single, not self-contained,
But singular was each taken.
Word independent  from each other perceived letters

Spelling in the crack a splinter of a memory or motion
Now void of its other parts. Sewn together this piece
Written with others conceived words.

I had taken them fresh given them new purpose to
What would have otherwise faded like a breeze
Never felt again.  Now I will use as my own.

If you ever think,
    that I'm talking out


of tune with you...


I'll sing it out of rhyme,
    just so you know I mean
           what I say,

that your a...

F###ing dip s##ting chlamydia
                festering Fu#k weasel...

Gosh that was at least £30
             in the swear jar....


30 you ask? its good to keep somethings

                                   to yourself.. #andbreath..

Never tear a deliberation
for those who discipline themselves on
                                               others misery.

Nothing is worthless in the eyes of a mother.

Envy of others is a delusion of there weakness,
                          just look them in the eye and smile

say in silence,


                     ******* Gesture

And smile while walking off....

Be the reason the air
                                        turns cold
        when you enter a room,




                            haunt them all.

Hanging off my limp branch,
             tucked away in there

soft shell..

      These nuts only ever

******

               no nut crackers here .

When the red petals fell
        Every field
                  shall fall silent.

For in those meadows,
                the wisps of the past
stand over the fallen.

Head held down,
       on bended knee.
   A remembrance if yesterday.

Every eleventh hour
       does an eleventh
                           minute fall.

And we remember
that freedom is sometimes
             paid in innocent blood

The world is spinning can I
get off, its always in motion
always around and around,
why not still for a moment,
or would I  get whip lash
from the sudden stop.

I want to get of this merry
go round that never stops,
stars spinning in darkness
there stationary its me that's
moving away, darkness to
light over and over again.

My head has been spinning
since birth, as we are on this
ride that Is happening on every
planet not on just earth. Are
heads are all in a spin, the
clouds go round and round,
I want off this ride on this
rotating earth.

Tip toeing through life not
Making a sound, what
Will be remembered of you,
As you were never heard.

Because you never noticed
You were only back ground,
White noise.
You where there but not
Much noise did you make
When you were around.

Would you have been loud
If given the chance, be known
By many all around.
But noise itself can lead to people
Ignoring that sound, just a
Nuisance in the back ground.

You wanted to be heard
But were too loud, so much
That you cancelled out the
Fact you wanted others to
Know you were even around.

A balance of nosie and silence
Must be made through life,
The right place and time
To make that sound, but
Also to be quiet as those
Around we see. That all
Are respected, those that
Surround you through life.

We are all many noises through
Life, what will you be remembered
For, that marks that part of your
life.

My heart
has finger
prints where
you crushed
the love from
my heart.
Feelings torn
in to pieces
lying on the floor,
soaked from the
tears of love that
were crushed
from a beating
heart.

I can feel your
heart beat it
sits next to mine,
it shares the beat as
they were once separate
now as one never apart.

Do not break this heart,
as the beat would be a
broken one, a love lost
would wound both of
them not just one.

Your heart sits next to
mine, we share the same
beat, we are entwined in
are love as two beats have
now become one.

Chemicals of the heart,
                     mixtures not quite precise..

Now reacting, corroding devotions
                        Ill emotions corrupting.

Devotion drowning in oblivion,
                 Hearts slice open a vein....

                           Cold essence
of what once beat for you....

My hello's
           were never enough to
you coming to me...

But my goodbyes kept you
     returning
                      for that lingering
taste of what you didn't want.

But in the end I never answered
                                the door.

(knock, knock)
       my heart is with holding its number.

The lines dead, Ill never say hi, goodbye...

                 that moments...….
                               regrettable

But I have peace of conscious,
                   peace of mind..
      now your not in my thoughts.

Where life permeated through lushest
Colours reaching high, the heavens
Jealousy of such radiance as beautiful
As any sunset ever seen was eyed.

There wrath was swift as clouds of
Rage darkened and a kiss from the
Heavens graced Bark and leaf. All was
Still as ash fell earthwards in onyx tears.

Where elegant shades flowed, wisps of
Extinguished colour blossomed then faded
To oblivions nothingness. The heavens are
Beautiful but hide ominous jealous rage.

Planetary dance of the
                 Heavens as tears of rock
                                 Fall into flaming oblivion.

heavens tears do fall
purity strikes below
white envelopes all

Atmospheric rage,
Luminous obscurity.
Discharged sky barrage,

heavens torn picture
ripples of energy rain
anger greets calm earth

Every page that I wrote upon
                        scribbling words
                                 syllable features
of the faces I was trying to peel on
                            the pages.

But then I ******* each one up,
           reflections sewn on again.
blunt metaphors reattached
                                    that I had
           been able to remove where

one again back where they began.

All I needed was to remove this
                                 weight hanging
heavy upon my every façade.

A smouldering apparition lingered on
his hand, it sang a song of torment
of souls devoured screaming out.

Melodies of convulsions lingered within
his surroundings, High Priests did
Sculpture upon his being, and he bled.

Deep did they desecrate his flesh, bleeding
any stagnant purity out. He gazed upon their
doing and listened that which perched on himself.

The companion of the night, she shone
Her ethereal wings would glide sewn
To each other never apart never alone
They would purr a tune, never a moan.

She was of a mortal shell where light
Was entwined in the now diming night
Her home was a tiny enclosed shell
It was entwined with many a glyph spell.

She was a wonderer of old, her cloak
Of shimmering teal, gently she spoke
There voices would whisper upon air
Features of beauty blessed with onyx hair.

Glimmering in fog snared surroundings
Her light shone and all fell in its sounding
It echoed pulsating though the clouding
All that was hidden her steps she was counting.

Where eyes were blind now sight regained
But her little friend exhausted and drained
Into here shell she did rest and slumber away
Thanks to shimmering light she found a roadway.

Sleep well my friend I will whisper a spell a word
Spoken to recharge your spirit even though unheard
Humming upon the surrounding darkness
She missed her companion in this unforgiving harshness.

Innuendoes were woven within each pressure
point of his embrace upon her being, oral
expressions were versed within probing
fingers as they were proficient in understanding.

Stimulating her positions of enjoyment, murmurs
were the braille of his perception, and he read her
well before even a touch was entitled upon.
Waiting moments had counted down to this joining.

As lips wandered like a Shepard herding the feelings of
her body to points she hadn't realized, he collected all her
urges in a inception of gathering dew, that he tasted with
haste. Fingers were a delicacy from her origin to his emotions.

Her breath upon his lips sticky as tongues delivered silent
messages to another's attention, woven silk was moist
between accents of loves intentions. No words were spoken
only the smiles of elation that swam in each others eyes.