Die a perfect death,
imprint be erased
and dust disappear,
ceasing to exist,
never missed.
No weeds to remember
a blossoming splendor,
light, unsung.
Do not die a perfect death.

Close to smattering
without wrong;
cease hurry,
and gallop.

If I could do
the way you make me feel
I'd hunger with colour
and fall,
at sing,
with rainbow;
all in the much
of your touch.

You've got softer these days.
When we met you were fiercer,
propensity to vicious in all your paws
and claws,
but,
now,
you relax in moments
and stretch out full, unafraid and happy in the sun;
love makes me feel secure too,
strong and lit,
ahh my less ferocious domesticated Poppet.

The bright in your face
makes all my butterflies
come out,
it's the natural reaction to such dazzle;
so simple, so rising.

I want you like hulla wants baloo,
like scared craves boo,
like the sky covets blue.
Like a pain thrives on ache,
like hail asks for compacted snowflakes,
like a creator seeks makes,
as a puddle dreams of lakes,
as a kleptomaniac reaches for takes,
as chilly buns call the bake;
I want you as wit wants woo,
you you
you,
tu whit tu whoo.

Always blossom
when you appear,
the sweet knew
at the forefront
of new;
wonderfully,
delightful.

A boy and his tiger
went exploring in magical worlds
sharing sweet summers
when it only rained at night
and they met in dreams
of sunlight.
If everything went according to plan
they don't talk anymore
and a stuffed toy
with no memory
collects dust in August
not fireflies.
But sometimes things
don't follow trodden paths
sometimes love lasts
and doesn't go anywhere,
sometimes a boy and his tiger
are together everyday,
sometimes
things stay.

Oh my:
I just accidentally phoned
my Mum
when I attempted to call my drunken mate a cab,
how fab!

Mum, I try not to be aware of the seconds when you won't be here anymore (and when that happens surely the world will stop and pause, and then applause your wonderful tour de force).

I'm happy that the mistake ring
gave me extra moments of the life you bring.

I barely heard the noise outside
but knew it was loud
when others started teeming in,
thanking me for fission skill
and atomic will.
I hadn't the heart to tell them
the thinking of you
made the earth clap,
not the heating of hydrogen;
I knew we were the equal parts of the same element
and realising that
I was in my element;
a space shared with you,
that boomed
and sounded like the start of a big bomb.

This is nothing,
no inclination of like,
no spike or turn,
no bridges burnt
no lessons learnt,
no yearn or thirst
or rivers' burst,
no magpies or butterflies,
no omens, signs,
no reading mime.

No building dreams with plasticine,
no schemes
or seams
to pick apart,
nothing to start.

Happy Mother's Day you ace...

It would be amazing if I got three wishes,
firstly I'd give all the hungry lots of food dishes,
then I'd ask for 100 trillion and distribute joy to myself & tons of other folk,
so there was happy in all that they spoke,
and causes of sadness wouldn't be anymore,
that's the first two chosen easy but when it gets to the third I'm not very sure.
I don't need to wish for charisma, I've got plenty of that,
I don't need to ask for head warmth in winter as I've got tons of great hats,
don't need to ask for a feline, I know Poppet the cat,
don't need to ask for higher tolerance to *****, I know my way around a bottle of ***,
and certainly wouldn't want to ask for another Mum...

As I love the way that at a 100 miles an hour you often speak,
and when you go out a Weatherspoon's burger is high on you list of what to eat,
I love the way that if someone was thirsty you'd always offer a cup,
and if another was hurting you'd give a hand to help them up,
I love how your empathy is abundant and everywhere,
I love how with your kindness you always show care,
I love how you surprised me with a Super Nes on Christmas 92,
I love how you'd try to raise a smile in those that have few,
I love how you accept people just the way they are,
I love how in an ocean of light they still could find your star.

So I still need to work on the third wish, that is true
but always always always Mum, I love you!

What is sometimes seen as glorious razzmatazz
would be impossible
without you;
you put the B in my be
easily

With your eyes on me I can see.
You put the ball in the hole,
& step from fall;
dear dancing in aeroplane summer.
Your tinder smile,
not touched Tinder for a while.

Have a happy day,
Don’t let the system get you down,
Don’t get the ties tangled on your dressing gown,
Don’t worry about money there will always be some more,
Don’t fret about dying, for that there is no cure,
Don’t sit around and crave the love you think eludes,
Don’t scowl at the late bus driver, you are only being rude,
Don’t think the best of your every word, ego is a fickle friend,
Don’t horde all your drugs, you’ll always have to lend,
Don’t mock somebody because they are not the same as you,
Don’t believe in absolutes, not everything is true,
Don’t discard a smile, it’s good for you, you know,
Have a happy day and read some Edgar Allen Poe!

Your love is amazing,

it ensures empty vessels become full glowing ships of wonder:

a beautiful benign armada

preventing palaver,

mooring close when time gets harder.

Summer may be the death of you,
it's when you stretch sinew.
Do  joints wear in hot air,
when you chase every fly,
with all pounce,
with all ounce, of power;
in May may you reduce your hours.
But, not to suppose,
be breeze blows,
& free flows.

I miss you like maps miss fingers,
Like mikes miss singers,
Like bells miss ringers,
Like cakes miss bakers,
Like lakes miss boats,
Like bad swimmers miss floats,
Like politicians miss votes,
Like doting parents miss school plays,
Like nymphomaniacs miss lays,
Like necrophiliacs  miss graves,
Like hypochondriacs miss prescriptions,
Like ****** misses addictions,
Like carpets miss friction,
Like Billy Bunter misses midnight feasts,
Like the grim reaper misses grief,
Like Henry misses the goodfellas,
Like sand sculptures miss umbrellas,
Like Rubix cube devotees miss puzzles,
Like rabid dogs miss muzzles,
Like Van Gough missed his brushes,
Like speed freaks miss rushes,
Like pens miss paper,
Like the Mona Lisa missed Pater,
Like the canvas misses the creator,
Like how the thirsty miss water,
Like the hungry miss food,
Like ***** miss the lewd,
Like the mind misses mood,
Like the tides miss the moon,
Like the sane miss the loons,
Like the dark misses the light,
Like the brave miss the fright,
Like the kite misses the wind.
Like a phone misses a ring
Like every misses thing.

Next time
hatches will batten down,
slumbers start,
laces tied
and
cold proof coats dry
before loose leaves
struggle to stay.
Plans,
preparation against a season.
Until
blossom begins,
prising open hibernation curls
with the promise
of something.

Chatting with you
is a special delight,
you could turn dark rooms free
with your splendid bright.

When I used to be congested
I coughed
and spat
with all my might,
but at this moment
my plugged drains
with a flick
of your hair,
no more need for splutter chucks,
all types of plague run off
when you swish with
all of you.

When I see you,
near,
or far,
I always quicken my steps,
the eager to be closer brings rapidity to the fore;
the seeking fast
wanting more.

Something warm
occurs
when
you’re near;
simple fireworks work
and cover
the sky
with joy.

Because of love a grief will happen
that will make tiny uprisings of cold
thaw
in a furnace of today.
When it ends,
unlike you it will not be gentle,
it will invade everything
and evade courtesy
and want.
But this is because of love,
and what it does.
Mast casting,
everlasting.

It wasn't a while anymore,
today I saw moored.
As ever a tribble of joy,
you are what what's for,
fore
ahoy!

Like footsteps that tell of encroachment
you're never
a surprise;
until,
from still
you rise.

A sing of
super ace
amazing beyond measure;
little fantastic you
with all the drops of treasure.

So quick to make you gone,
although you will go
soon
but,
for now,
you could brighten a waking
with made days
under easy sun,
the simple
with aplomb,
being all you are;
assured with here.

In all supposed
possibilities
in the universe
we talk
with unison magnificent;
always my best for you
in the whole wide world.

When you went i expected rain,
a soft smattering slowly becoming a deluge
that would not wash this day away
but mark it
for others to know an absence
had started.
The clouds didn't defer,
they parted
and the stretching sun ran through
the first hours of loss
to show it goes on
as you will go on.

You unforcefully cram
your particles
into every time
of loveliness,
seldom rocked
by
the
tick
tock;
minutes are just moments
that bring
all
your
joy.

How can i not be flowery
when potpourri
fathered me.

Wake in gloom sun,
an absence of one
who bore bright gifts,
seismic shift.
Obliterate landscapes;
purr morn go.

Perspective is strange,
it encompasses
many a range,
like when I see Poppet the ****
my joy soars with bliss,
sweet tabby cats don't come much better than this;
I want to hear you purr,
you ace stripy rocket,
I love you lots, Poppet.
But then, to mice it's,
Is that terror getting near
should we plan a run,
torturing us to death
is her idea of fun,
she'll wreak with clawing havoc
& deadly feline mirth,
she'll eat us as she's smiling
& extinguish us from earth;
you're toxic, Poppet.
The juxtapose of difference
stampeding in the air,
to one she rests in bed,
to others coiled in lair.

Things start in different ways,
sometimes soft and faint
hardly rippling
still
but
gentle
with glorious intent.
Or, instantly sudden,
sodden in anew,
caught in the unstoppable
thrall
of quickening season,
fast and swift,
with love the reason

In a few more hours it'll be time,
until a far away December,
for the last festive clip
of Tim and Dawn,
and then pack away the tree,
but not forlorn;
Yuletide you were wonderful,
songs, laughs
and good tidings to all,
spinning times of splendid,
the comfort of having a ball.
So despite being over,
no hint of a feeling of blue,
because Christmas 2018
you were only you.

The new cold
& what was sun
congregate
in autumn.

You can
sit still in all those
typhoons
and
hurricanes,
never changed,
always the same;
thoughtful,
unrushed,
at the helm of wonder.

You, not to forget;
as
verdant sinks and slips
a soft green sustains
through thick and thin
and falling rain.

The good thing
I recks about being bi polar
is playing God
and
The Devil on your own mind controller,
and then letting them both fuse sugar with water to create benign Coca Cola.

At the mo
the folds of hot
and cold
won't be
unless
spring is out
and winter continues
to be frosty
too long;
"frosty too long"
as if,
with heat on the back.

Scrugged slowy.
And then.
Puny
roared
with impunity.

When you sit & nonchalantly beam
it is such an enchanted scene;
oh you,
you'd turn a grey sky walk into a sunshine mile,
with your here,
with your smile.

So I wake up & think,
"Ohh, a message on Whatsapp,
I'll check that baby later,
for that nourish I will cater,
hmm outside it looks mild,
take your time Si, punctuality is the last reserve of the boring, said Oscar Wilde.
But you don't want to get the "where have you been" glare & the "I've been sat here for ages" stare."
So I gather my sleepy head with all my power,
get my work game on & hit the shower.
As I cleanse my skin layer by layer I ponder,
"hmm, have I got enough juice in my MP3 player to see me through on the 192?"
I scrub quickly in a ******* sigh,
"oh oh oh fuckkkkk! Si, you've got shower gel in your eye!"
All my thoughts of enough walking music to hurl me up the road are lost in my optic feeling like it's going to explode.
"It hurts! It hurts! ******* vanilla & raspberry,
is the cyclopitic pain really necessary?".
I now don't have time for thoughts of on time hurry
if I'm going blind or not is now my greatest worry.
The stupid anxieties vanish
in minutes of strife,
like they do in real life,
I don't think I'll care that I haven't budgeted for pre payday weekend beer if I get a call saying
you're not here,
& from what I know you disappear.
Not to dwell on what grief does loom,
you & me right now sail through the future gloom;
you're the best of the best
never stop,
I love you
I love you
I love you lots.
This soapy grip on my eye starts to ease,
anxious not
in the July breeze.

Nest prepared with care;
waning winter waits
for breaking shell,
and migrates
in the air
of a fledgling spring.

Forgetting fortes
within this conglomerate;
fortified crumble

I think,
at the moment
you could make up a song and i'd know it
inside out
immediately,
you wouldn't have to spend time
teaching me the chorus
i'd know what to say
and more
with aplomb, it sings:
let's discuss how our impromtu is ace
and how we
may have found
a tad of place.
Yeah.

Love

for your ubiquitous beauty I'm glad,

I know in the future I'll curse you

because here will be no longer

what I had;

but I wouldn't want it any other way

as you make my life

every day.

It does not seem
things move on
when girders
give way
to heavy stay.
Movement rattles
rutted hiding
from unknown contentment ,
to breath, to gusto.
And move, and move

You're starting to represent
something wonderful
to me;
ace as summer
beginning to shine.