**** this loathsome feeling of reaching out and finding only air. The lack of you echoes within, fracturing bone and tearing at sinew, vibrating through my being.
Lightly salted cheeks no longer blush at your mention, instead they wait under eyes filled with remorse for the lightest brush of your lips.
You told me I was beautiful once, said that you could spend weeks within the green of my eyes, months nestled at the small of my back, then laughed as my eyes rolled, closely followed by an expletive sigh.
We sat with the top down as the storm roared, you watched the mists roll off the mountain, as I watched droplets settle on your chest and envied their proximity to your heart.
Hours spent just being.
That was us, before the war.

I need to break the cycle
shake the sadness, smite the gloom,
while all my signs are vital
and before I reach my tomb.

I need to laugh in rainstorms,
breath in the finest smoke
and drown in sweet tequila
among sweet good humoured folk.

I need to blast some Springsteen
get some clothes on, get a grip,
because frankly all this maudlin crap
is making me feel sick.

I need to scream in forests,
get my bare *** in a lake
let the water freeze my **** off
then go home for tea and cake.

I cannot bear this sadness
leaching out from every pore
so I'll work my way right through this list
and then I'll scream....
ENCORE!!!!!

Deceit comes in so many disguise
Caught unaware by its stealth blow
Shaking the core of your belief
Leaving you no ground to stand on
Relentless deceit, so many layers
Coming in the garb of trusted
Conceited, it takes pride in hurting
Deceit is conniving for fresh strike
Tearing away the soul and its existence
It has thrived through centuries
Launched many warring factions
Pitted against each other, thirsty for blood
For deceit will always draw blood
Silently bleeding the heart of its feelings
Deceit always innovates, with new disguise

Let the embers die
there's no need to say goodbye
what's done, is done now
there are no more tears left for us to cry

the winds of change have blown
uprooting all that once held true
the final song and dance are almost over
yet letting go is still hard to do

I don't just like smoke and lightning,
I f'ing love them
& true.
more than a nature's child,
I'm a universal warrior,
not just born to be wild,
but f'ing
crazier than wild.

Is your daddy rich...huh???

I found concealment
in a waiting game.

Target identified,
acquired and verified.

Proper breathing
with the squeeze.

Crack,
misty-pink.

Have you seen the revolution?
did it quiver your repulsion?
sitting there in feigned rejection,
laughing at his resurrection.
Gone is word of insurrection,
take it now to your affection,
entertain his sweet deception
while he plays with his *******.