Even though I wasn't dead,
           people prayed silently

at my tomb stone.

Betty Woo needed a poo but had no
toilet to go on, sheopened her crack to
let the logs splash,
then a croc did swallow thinking it was food,
then bit her **** for ******* in its water.

loitering between
         earth
                       and air,

A cord of
                in-between
moments.

As we regret or
                breath relief,
of life's final moments..

Love is what lies between the effort's
         of what stands between us..

Chaos
           &
               Disorder

With but reflection love is the courage
               that binds us as singular ones.

Woven in twilights gaze
            the best words even in a haze.
Momentary crossings from each others path,
               cross and blend to mean                
                           one's momentary final glance.

And another within a hues sheen,
           will fade into the light and breath.
                        Within the sinking sullen twilight..

The goddess of nature,
            she was there for every
            last heart beat stilled.

            Droplet spilt upon
                     mother earth,
              feeding an unquenchable  thirst.

Collecting every last breath,
                   she never possessed,
                   there last exhaling breath.


But the warrior of the
                 grass lands she gave respect.
                 Never was one perfection of creation.


Woven within the embrace
to bring order to a chaos  
                            that haunts the tall grass.

Entangled thoughts hang him
                   between the realms
                   of reality.

                  The fine thread
                  that he hangs between,
the themes of life and imagination.

Soon to cocooned within comfort
                 of there reflections.
                 life or death between stands.

Between the


                          "I love you,s,

       Is your smile...

When the wolf was around people would stare,
he would take a breath in a huff and a puff ,
and in the distance people would run scared.
not knowing if blown to the four corners they
didn't want it to be there turn to be blown away.

He gave a grin with his teeth showing bare, people
did stare imagination ran wild that if opened
swallowed whole with only there toes sticking
out, as a final gulp of air and then no more eaten
with out a care.

But as he approached they were with fright and a
scare, not knowing what he would do or where.
Then he spoke and looks turned to stares.

He explained to all around he was a vegan,
and meat did he frown, the reason he had to
huff and puff was the asthma medicne made
him less wheezy and could breath out with
out a care.

Not to judge a book by its cover till you have
talked and got to know the person, so people
appoched even three pigs who were the reason
that everyone whispered and apoligised for
what they had spread around and they did care.

Your mouth like groundhog day,
           ever repeating the same melody
sang out of tune.
  
But I'm the Bill Murray learning
that every time has to be different
          or you just living

your weak dreams.

Your just a lame re-run cancelled after
          the second episode,
but you think you famous cos people
recognise you for the wrong reasons.

Laughing behind your back.

       Your girl has had more rubber in
her than burnt out tires on the street.

Telling you she was saving it for you,
   should've  been a used car salesman.
   lying about how many miles
                                   she'd already done.

Ok off subject,

  You were yesterday never today..
  Always thinking you a star,
          but you shooting across
my atmosphere.

And I'm burning you up.


Ye bright for a moment,
                 then you just nothing.
But ash that I flick off my shoulder.  


You dropped and nothing
is going to bring you back.

As you mouths living
         a groundhog day.

                                        Learning nothing,
but that I'm already on tomorrow,
why your mouth living the same *** day.

Hands scratched at moonlight,
as a boarded window bled.
Another bird in a cage,
he smiled intently through the bars.

Beneath the voidless
     Do the fearful linger
For they will devour the
Flesh that caresses beneath
                   The faceless warmth.

For underneath they will feed on
       The cloistered hunger that
Has collected deep within the veins
        Light made form upon reflection.

When is a lusting more than the phase
Of hope, where light is consumed
     Beyond ourselves.
  We are but vessels of fear lingering.

"There is a snake that's fangs drain
     The light, but we only notice the poison
                           when darkness caresses the
Fallen Lids off our sight"

I kissed you,
and the love
tasted bitter in
my mouth,
love was lost with a single kiss..

Don't follow
       .selur eht

Just bend them
    In your favour.

It's more fun..

They call me evil, but I am in you,
cocooned till I am released, the
trigger is in you. It just needs that
incident that something, to give
birth to me within you.

I am like a butterfly of darkness,
my wings are spreading releasing
the evil within. I couldn't do these
things with out you, but you are not
alone, everyday I am released to do
the unspeakable.

Some have regret with what was
done, while others soak it up and
use it as a strength within.

Those others do not understand
that I am evil within, for I may
sleep to the grave. But in most I
am in some ways released, and
the black butterfly will once again
spread its wings within.

We are many
marbles in the
black cloth of space.

Depression the
black hole that
swallows all the
light out of life.

Delusional essence saturates
On the darkness held below.
A happy face bleeds a killer crimson
Smile, wont you die laughing.

A cloud of black on a landscape
Of purity, raindrops of red
Falling staining the floor below.

They move collectively , but the
Seniority is but one. They sense
The shifting of light to dark as
The moon bathes upon their
Dark silhouette.

Singing upon the wind, to the
Sky, they call to their pack, as
The hunt begins, they guide,
Manoeuvre their intended
To that point of no return.

The white shaded with moments
That pass, the quarry is at that
Moment, where life becomes
Death, when last glimpses
Of white teeth tearing upon
Its delicate flesh.

A moment and then it's over
They howl upon the wind,
Hunger still cradles their
Insides. Baffled, puzzled, as
To what was done. It released
Itself to the wind, fell to the teeth
Of the cliff and then was gone.

blade enticed soft skin
coldness violate the warmth
crimson tears come forth

"Vacant tapestry"*
Shell empty,
W
   hi
      te loneliness
Purity yearns
Fresh layer
Na
    k
       ed flesh
Craving sensation
Touched,
Intimacy,
Strokes
         ov
            er
               purity
Coloured emotion
Changed
New
       Aw
           ak
              en
                 ing
Hanging loneliness  
Used
Abandoned
Empty but  now full..

The suicide note was blank,
            I hadn't thought up
a good enough excuse yet

   for why they killed themselves.

This one was a tough one,
  as my hands aren't as strong as
the used to be, took ages to suffocate...

But as I hung them up like a piñata,
  covering the ligature marks smoothly.
I pushed them to get a rhythm  of what
               to write..

I was tired, uninspired...
I'm getting to old
               for this manual labour,
time to retire and write love stories...



"To whom it may concern,

                         "tested gravity..

"I got a D- oh well....

I am a
blank page,
draw my life in words...

My muteness is an epilogue for
all the words that died before you.
            Entombed within the fibres of you fingertips
names you scratched from the hollow bearing of
        those canals of listening..  they say silence is spoken
but my words bleed from your ears in silence

My
Mind
Bleeds
Many
Thoughts,
&
Paper is the plaster

Before slumber bleed the demon,  
                                 so he doesn't exhale on
            the reflection of my dreams.

I am blind but yet I see, with fingers
That look for me touching all around
caressing things unseen, a picture in
my mind forms and now that which
was dark, now seen brightly before me.
I see beauty in what I feel, as nothing
is false everything I touch is what I see.

Though I can not see, I smell the
fresh cut grass, I smell the Sunday
roast the smells light up my mind
with the aroma floating in the air,
the smells many different shows
many pictures that for with in my
mind.

I taste the world around my taste
buds exited by what I eat, each
mouthful a fire work exploding
in my mouth moist, hot, cold its
all exciting to me, I breath in and
taste the world, each odor that enters
I can taste the things that are around,
but the best taste is a kiss to me.

Just because I am blind it doesn't
mean I am less than you. For I
see with my other senses touch,
taste, and smell are stronger
with one less, and I am more than
you can believe.

Could find it,
               looking deeper towards

the light, then I collapsed within
              the darkness...

It was so bright, so lovely onyx
                petals lacerating me


like i was opening the door to a better place.

My blood was the nurture to open wounds
            that needed to show the bone,


            before I could heal from the  fall.

You never knew me, till you glued every
                scar after opening it to realise


that.. beauty was beneath every scar.

The luminosity blinded, headed my growth,
          for to grow,
I needed to be blind to see



                                  my purpose..

Venturing in a inhospitable world
there hands trace the inclinations  of
what was versed...

But when sight ventured on the
conclusions acquainted that they were
same in material but differently versed.

The conclusion of what was professed was
that the knowledge of sight, proof manifested
in reality not bettered by blind unactuated words.

You are a blind
man, holding a
blunt pencil.
Thinking he is
writing words
when in fact
all that is wrote is smudges on paper..

Harvest was but days ascending upon thoughts,
It wasn't long till all were called forth, each of age
Helped out. Birth age was a right in this time.

We counted on the calendar as each night fell a
Dawn drew ever closer near. it beckoned those, most
Excepted sombre times, tears did gracefully fall.

Accountable to the masses as times before, has this
Been set in lore, in legend of the before,  not breathed.
But ages grow fearful of the approaching present.

It hung low as if bleeding upon the landscape, It
beckoned the time of offering of moments when
Each pride was offering a cull of silent young.

They took the offering as every time, we wept
Anguished tears, but all was falsehood of past
Blood moon thanking's we weren't taken ourselves.

Three thousand and sixty five moments will the night
Grace the sky. And many blood moons shall call not
Taking mine, till that moment we will temp our time.

Linage of pride as she howled towards birds
that curtsied in the presence of she unspoken in words.
All knew of her, this steed she rode upon, one
of a pride of brothers and sisters. Unseen none
left her side, when she motioned all would run.

The staff was her voice, with but effortless elegance
showing those who tainting the forest with inelegance
of self, ruining the balance for the deeds of ones own lack
of morality. Pollen seeded the air, hands did reach back
pulling forth a wand of bones perched in palm each did crack.

Not of the reflection she did gaze upon something was
older, more cursed than the shadows underneath, she pause.
The wolves did howl upon the air, each one a different tone.
Clawing the earth as if something were being harmonically sewn.
the illusion fragmented, the wand but apart of something unknown.

It was an abomination of times when shades walked unaided
but she knew the motions to bury its darkness till it faded.
Her staff whispered to the breeze as blossom like snow descended.
Like a storm of light cutting into this abomination now suspended
collapsing inward till only one onyx petal fell before it began it ended.

The night fell as stars wove the illumination on the figures below,
and shimmering around her tiny form was a necklace of shadow
petals, this wasn't her first or last shadow to fall like blossom alone
on the ground. The wolfs howled at the moon as she smiled, tone
of melodies greeted her ears as she rested her weary head on a stone.