Buds burst forthwith outward
Leaving the private world of
Growth to be anew
The foal steps lightly
First on air then grass

Smoke rushes in hunlike
Ostentatiously in combat
Purity is its own demise
Osmosis and entropy reign

The seconds become minutes become hours,
I wait,
The days stretch to weeks,
I hate,
To wait.

For a bus for a plane
Yet I am no nearer
To expounding my love for you


            I wait.

When the world turns upside down
Because of a computer virus
Who ya gonna call?
The magical IT department.

On horses of cabled veins
They charge to vanquish
The evil that lurks inside
The internet.

White flags blowing in the breeze
Always on hand and
Well educated
But miserable in their own way.

You were a hurricane
I was a little cloud
I was very quiet
You were very loud
Invading my mind
You became Calm
I thought I was an ocean
But I am just a lamb.

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
Go **** yourself.

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
I don't follow.

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
You can't generalize like that.

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
All conflict in the world cannot be attributed to a single root.

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
That requires the assumption that, basically, all human values are the same.

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
That is very naive of you.

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
That is because communication and language are the only means of expression and different words acquire very different meanings not only from culture to culture but even profession to profession.

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
That's why the government is investing in that new fibre internet.

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
Well of course, all human values are essentially the same.

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
It's actually a lack of technological progression that restricts us from contacting aliens.

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
Religious conflict is far more complicated than that.

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
Go to Hell.

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
Yes

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
No

Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
What do you mean?

Cramping legds their crying
Like the babes, lying
In their mothers' arms
What are the charms

Which parents ensnare
Like poisonous air
Be witched to reproduce
Nature's silent truce

Though you die you can live
Vicariously and give
What makes you, you
To another imbue

The train halts brakes squealing
Interlocking carriages feeling
Each other and the air
Signal lights stare

And the track opens up before us

Little ****** blighter unsightful
Strut on the pavement cement
Droppings like rain
Feathers rough and unclean
Yuck they coo
They never seem new
Yet we know that they
Die too.

A bag of cookies rolled down the hill
A woman thought of dasing
To grab them
But decided against it
Her arms were full
Onthe crest of the hill a young boy burst
Into tears
Of chocolate chip

I am girl who sits on the bottom step of the stair
At parties
Who no-one knows how I got there
The girl who passes up conversation
The girl who twists her hair around her thumb
Then puts it in her silent mouth

I am the girl who gets passed by
Plain hair and plain eyes
I am the girl who lives for tomorrow
Who sees the stars as they are

The world is a wall
And bricks are tumbling outwards
Putting your hand on the right one
Will save you.

the bird not the body function
leave the body behind
the birds are being swallowed by the sky
The clouds are welcoming to them
I think 'take me too'

Underlit by a candle
             Lightbulb reflections

Warming frozen hands
Lips smattering

Intettwining destinies

            Hands wrapped round
            No sound

A visible shroud, all over me it says JOY.
In the crypt of a vampire, immense, hoisted bat entrails.
It's a kite, he is making, the wind wants to feel it.
The wind likes to move about, implore.
Prevailing winds, guide the rope's direction.

I strove for freedom more than before, forgot limits,
Now the kite can fly beyond the night, it will be jealous,
High above, in the sky, untouched by evil pride.
I am not soft hearted, prone to emphatic shivers,
But in a thousand pieces I hear every sound.

I love this earth and am reminded by the sights below,
All the birds of various descriptions, fly too,
those feather fingered sisters, they are often in pain,
Like farmers milling the sky underwing.

A cloud is a wall, then a room of purest white,
On fly the birds and on flies the kite,
On many lands falls our shade, life is below,
Now is the time to be soft hearted, swirl in torrents.

Looking over garden fences
They see and steal the stones
Fishing in the ponds from benches
They operate alone

Drizzles from the sky
Catch in my eye
It will burn in future time
The cogs are turning and the oil
Floating on the surface of a droplet
As an angel
Dances on the head of a needle

Recycling and renewable energy
Can save our souls
And Mother Earth
Before its too late

I was happy
Yes, I thought I was the messiah
I thought I was a celebrity
I thought 'gee how every one looks at me'
Now I know my thoughts were wro.g
And I have been demoted to
Nothing. No one.

I am more interesting since being locked up,
'it must have been scary'
They ask me
I say yes
But I mean no.

Houses for the priests
Houses for the wives
Houses for the chiefs
Houses can save lives
Yet there are those
Who sit on the streets
Following their nose
Drumming daily beats
Why are they there?
How can they survive?
All the houses are bare
Just let them inside.

With closed eyes I see
Chandeliers swinging free

                A dream

my belongings number three
Plate, spoon and aged setee.

Standing at ease,
It never swings, there is no beeeze
I can see his ffootsteps
Overdrawn in the morning light

Thou no work can in truth be done
Ye may count hours had of fun
Ye may think that tbou hast won
                   Yet it goes and goes

Lest long hours make ye sad
Try in earnest to be glad
I forbid thee from feeling bad
                 Nature sews and sews

Like lions roaring shiny pelt
Your noble actions are well felt
Pride young one is how its spelt
                  Worship of the Jos

Know in you we'll not forget it
Singing high from every pulpit
Have your celebration biscuit
                  Abandoned are all woes

Joyful joyful those around you
Praise and adoration on cue
Blazing celebrations for you
                  In happiness' throes.

Where the others are
Is not here
Where I am

Nodes in a network I feel their presence
In the world
Knowing they exist
I cannot move towards them
For reasons unknown

Nobody no longer contains the desire for unrefinity
The urge to tap into the void smacks of divinity
What exists in its place in the flesh market place
Are bartering skill sets and chocoalte puddings
When confronted by an invisible elephant
The people, in consensus, turn away
This happens within the day to day
The elephants march on, heedless vessels
Turbans floating downstreat, mainstream.
****** babble replaces conversation
Emblamatic gestures infiltrate the realm of the symbolic
The priests have all taken off their underwear
And the women are putting their brasiers
Back onto their chests, underneath their shirts
Blouses are burnt.
Toast is burnt.
Jams are being made by machines, horses do have dreams
Jelly and ice cream make delicate farts
Ghosts live in pipes and buy and sell art
People whose names are Horace or Rupert
Have been decommisioned
And the stories are locked in pie dishes
And the tale remains the same.
Remember, that future archeologists will exist.
Excavating sites will bring us all
To the kingdom of devon
In the beautiful future of documented tales
Which we are building for
Inside the spaceships.
When ponies are invalid and germs become common currency
Know that it will be time to fly your pillow cases as flags

Take life in bitesized chunks, let the histories overlap, BOOM! New life, fresh life everlasting.

Vectors
Abstractors
Nomenclatures.

Two ducks quack a lover's fued
Coffee steam is rising well away
From he that burns here in
Ashen lava pools my hand
Falls in and melts away only
To regrow holding a snowdrop
Unscathed by wrath which boils
She turns about and says speaking
Low to threat 'go then' I can
Only offer the flower which melts
In the act. I entreat the flames retreat
The belly of the world spits souls
Into fresh bodies morphet anew
From old, not so but middle-aged
Sacred **** lived beyond the reach
Of time that ticks and claws
All downward were it not for life
Anew time might win.

Like diligence
In matters of the heart

Like dignity
In matters of the art

Not spontaneity
In terms of start

Making babysteps in human knowledge
Feeling fluttering in my ribcage
Helping to a brighter world
Possibilities unfurl

Teams of scientist roaming the web
The tide of progess flows and ebbs
Just to play my own small part
Brings me gladness in my heart.

Seeing how discorery works
The sweat and tears that ****
Struggling to be very thorough
Not to introvertly burrow

Meeting great minds giving talks
Learning how to walk the walk
I'm thriving in my favorite field
Like an orange slowly peeled.

Sandwiches are like sentences
They make great metaphors.

Poured over the ground
Settling into stillness
Lasting lifetimes

Goo that prevents
Flowers from growing

One turns to the other
Speaks in a triangled tongue
The other turns its back
And says what should be sung

One withdraws its claws
The other is likely to pause

Splashed into boiling water
Swirled on a spoon
Milk makes clouds in brownness
A splodge makes a moon

The spoon stirring causes chaos
Man watches and waits
For the cooling and the stillness
Of this drink of the greats

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Glowing on your camisole
Reflections cast doubt
On your role
As my suitor

Old time word
Still fresh to speech
Dead concept
Mouldy peach

Like a glove
For many fingers
Maths ties bows
On our thoughts

Logic governs
What can be
And what
Cannot

What cannot be
Is where we live
It is where we
Die

The tree stood like a soldier at ease,
Like a slowly exploding electric wire,
Like dendrites grabbed out of the brain and magnified,
Like a shout becoming a thousand whispers,
Like a train track diverging,
Like a telephone pole,
Like a shoelace untying,
Like deaf people clapping,
Like a book with the pages leafing in the breeze,
Like an umbrella defying the sky,
Like a policy splintering into regulations.

A dark and murky irky
Girl
Skipped down a winding stair

She coiled a bright red ribbon
Through her plaited
Hair

The girl is an angel
She alights at loneliness
She brushes your hand

And whispers
That life is just unfair.

Mulled wine is fine to rhyme
Gingerbread lattes are not.

Custom t-shirts are coming through the mail
But look faintly ridiculous that n females

Wrapping paper and cards
Soft flakes of charred
Candle wicks
Flick
Er.

Ministers minister
Naughtiness is sinister

Tree s go up and needles go down
The outside comes in the chimney

Merriment, capitalisms
Food banks, homeless kitchens

The brave are all swimming in the sea.
Not for me

They float and flit from nether to hither
Thither and thereabout they float
Watching our attempts to cope.

They are the ruling emotions
The guiding wise mind
Guide ropes of the ocean

The ocean of life.

Though bugs do not leap up and yell
They know death came close by
Though impossible to tell
I think I saw one's mothet cry
               Their thanks is silent

Though you not met the farmer
Know he's grateful as is the cow
He warmed his hamds not to alarm her
You bought his milk and how
               Their passion's violent

Though I send no gift but words
Know them to be sincere
Would I could fly with birds
And whisper this poem to your ear,
                You are magnificent.

Crouching beggar upturned cup
Singing children hunger sup
Mongrel bounds on a short chain
We are all caught in the rain

Policeman standing proud
Busking waifs are singing loud
******* lies where it was lain
We are all caught in the rain

Pigeons bobbing strut right by
Seagulls scream with glinting eye
Old man mutters 'not insane'
We are all caught in the rain

Babies hold up their palms
Mothers push them in their prams
Babies google their necks crane
We are all caught in the rain.

It's toxic
Life giving
Drowning
Forgiving

Measured in inches
Measured in miles
Destroying the crops

When will they heed
The planets need
To breath

After the start
Follows the middle
It sneaks and creaks
On old floorboards
Nail scratching
Clawing it's way
Towards the now

From me to you
No intercept
Please

Quiet message
Private
Unobstructed meaning
Meaning
Private

I lunge along my path my way
Keeling forward day by day
The indolence of my surrounds
Renders my feet to the ground

Laughter like bellow grunt
Skipping is my featured stunt
Following the very clouds
Oftentimes I think aloud

I am the jester that you know
The crank that always steals the show
Pranking, yanking underwear
Descending an imagined stair

You laugh I cry inside I die
Outside I breath and watch it fly
For what is death but just one side
Of two that holds our life inside

Going to ground around around
A pint of flesh for every pound
Will you sing a song with me?
Oh dee doodle deedle dee.