Beneath my bed I placed some bread
and on it spread some jam
added some cheese and mushy peas
salami eggs and ham
a blob of sauce mustard of course
and relish three days old
some chips and dips and cherry lips
and baked beans full of mold
there's water cress and what a mess
of earwax and a scab
my used band aid from second grade
and frogspawn from the lab
I topped it off with lager froth
and nose hairs from the sink
and if you thought the food was bad
don't ask what's in his drink.

Morning fog
blankets
the yet sleeping world
with cold
wet
Dreams

Billy the Bear he had no hair,
as bald as bald could be.
And never mind that he's half blind,
with but one eye to see.

His nose is broke his voice a croak,
his arms and legs quite weak.
but that's okay you'd hear him say,
if only he could speak.

His ears chewed like baby food
and stained with pen and paint
torn off sewn on and fitted wrong
But doesn't he look quaint

His stuffing sags he's lost his tags
he's patches made of cloth
his right arms new his left leg too
as his kept falling off

But don't feel sad for see he's had
a lifetime of my care
he waits all day for us to play
me and my teddy bear

For though he's old he's never cold,
not tucked up next to me.
he's kissed good night and cuddled tight,
and loved so thoroughly.

He sails a sauce pan in the sink
a mast made from a spoon,
and maps his ocean black as ink
beneath a light bulb moon.

He is searching for the islands
that they call the ***** Plates,
with golden beach of breadcrumb sands
beyond the Gravy Straits.

Where macaroni dolphins leap
beyond French Fries Lagoon,
and sing their songs as sailors sleep
beneath a light bulb moon.

Beware the corn cob crocodiles
that lurk beneath the foam,
betraying folks with welcome smiles
within their bone strewn home.

He navigates the boiling oil
and safely through the ice,
to find a place to hide his spoil
away from other mice.

So island claimed x marks the spot
his sailing days at end,
and I at last wash up my pots
that so amused our friend.

Insomnia ...

stole my dreams

but gave me
far

sweeter

visions

lips

sticky

with warm honey

give the sweetest

of

kisses

Women
mature like fine wine

whereas

men...

just become

bitter

In every world
there is a
word

plagued

by hell

I caught the moon within my spoon
and hid beneath my bed
and by her light I read that night
Till all my books were read

Adventures bold and knights of old
and big and scary things
of foreign lands and burning sands
Of sultans szars and kings

Flew carpet rides and sailed the tides
Saw mermaids in the deep
moved back in time and solved a crime
and found a realm asleep

I met a bear with yellow hair
A *** stuck on his head
Whose closest friend was make pretend
or so my momma said

I saw a cat now fancy that
A cat whom wasn't there
he simply sneered and disappeared
With flourish and with flair

Saw walking trees and talking bees
and elephants that flew
Saw playing cards playing at guards
and mouse from teapot pour

All night I read filling my head
with fun and fantasy
until the moon escaped my spoon
and I slept happily

have the mumps and itchy lumps,
my tummy's awful sore.
I have a cough, my arm's fell off,
my throat is red and raw.

I have big spots and polka dots,
flashing before my eyes.
My legs are broke, no it's no joke,
as if I would tell lies.

I've got the flu, Atchoo Atchoo,
I'll just miss school today.
Of course I'm sick, no it's no trick,
oh what a thing to say.

I've got the shakes and my head aches,
it hurts so very bad.
And what a bind, I've gone night blind,
why are you laughing Dad?

I almost forgot about tooth rot,
and frostbite of the toes.
I feel unwell, I cannot smell,
because of my blocked nose.

I'm far too ill to take a pill,
for they just makes me gag.
I feel so sick, please Daddy quick,
pass me the paper bag.

No need to phone Dr.SawBone,
he is a busy man.
I need no shots or creams for spots,
just soda and a fan.

My speech is slurred, my vision blurred,
oh mummy I should rest.
Now that's not fair, as if I'd dare,
to dodge my English test.

You're not impressed, I should get dressed,
and stop this sad charade.
My Dads no fool, he phoned the school,
and said I'd overlaid

The moon
is the swirl of cream

in bedtime...

coffee


:)

"Time now for bed" My Mummy said,
as we climbed up the stair.
Now in you get and don't forget,
to take your teddy bear.

But look and see, he's not with me,
not since this afternoon.
And it is late, well after eight,
we need to find him soon.

Oh maybe there, upon the chair,
or here beneath my bed.
He may be stuck, please take a look,
and check for Mr Ted?

I wonder if he's tricking me,
by hiding in my drawer.
No Mister Bear is not in there,
we need to search some more.

Please feel that lump, that bear shaped bump,
there halfway down the sheet.
That's not his nose, those are my toes,
upon my little feet.

It's late at night, I'm tucked up tight,
my pillow soft and deep.
But at days end, without my friend,
I feel I cannot sleep.

Just look once more, behind the door,
for we were playing there.
You clever child, My mummy smiled,
you've found your teddy bear.

So time for bed, for me and ted,
the even tide has come.
Turn off the light and say goodnight,
sweet dreams I love you mum.

What light from yonder window break
that casts such shadows or' my heart
Causing each beat to softly ache
and pain to gently stop... and start

If by that light her figures stand
and blow to me but one pure kiss
from tender lips and out stretched hand
would this poor heart know loves true bliss

Beyond the morn the empty day
that tears the very breath from me
in empty sighs of such dismay
and binds my heart in misery

The afternoon brings no respite
nor ease the tearing at my soul
my only comfort is the night
when by her light I am made whole

By shadow hid and shadow kept
beyond the fall of her hearts light
mine eyes the morning dew hath wept
and drown the stars and moon at night

By tear drops quenched the rising Sun
replaced with these... my burning eyes
that forms the streams and rivers run
soft sung in midnight lullabies

If but this ground could open up
and swallow whole my all and pain
then I would poison from this cup
react his love and die again

For I am not her Romeo
though I would have fair Juliet
and so as night once more I go
May night forgive

and

pray forget.

Be still this night my wing-ed friend
the day is yet a dream
and I with you will share my cup
my coffee and my cream

Be still this night my wing-ed friend
Sweet offspring of the moon
and I with you will share the stars
here captured in my spoon

Be still this night my wing-ed friend
fear not the coming Sun
and I with you will share my friend
as im in need of one

Be still this night my wing-ed friend
let fears soft roll by
and I with you will share the storms
that in my teacup lie

Be still this night my wing-ed friend
as dawn doth soft now breaks
and let us now each share this space
and sleep as day awakes

How is it

that
my heart

speaks your name

when my lips
cannot

for fear my tongue

betrays me

to other ears but mine own.


WHY.

Miss T.Rious

why so

serious

let me help you


SMILE.

Scars

crisscross

the crimson velveteen

of my
tattered

patchwork

heart.

When does

Day become Night

if not

when

you...


leave.

I am
the unwanted
******* offspring
of an uncaring
world

You asked

is this love?


I answered...


in a

heartbeat.

You pierced my heart

and
displayed me

for your


amusement.

You
lit a flame ...

in my heart

illuminating my

mind

Quick smoke...

a
relaxing ****...

But

PARANOIA

Is

NO JOKE

In a previous life

I witnessed

the death...

of

Christ

come let me lead you through my mind
where angels tremble in their sleep
for fear the waking makes them blind
within the darkness dank and deep
the shadows skulk and hiss and scream
and reach for me with outstretched hands
with greed they feast upon my dreams
and run amok in fallen sands
they know my name the one I keep
within a jar beside my bed
along with tears I've yet to weep
and words as yet I have not said
they'll come for me if er' I rest
and let my guard so foolish fall
but yet I have to pass the test
though mine own fear doth me appall
so walk my mind but be aware
to never stray from well worn path
for if you do your soul they'll snare
and you shall feel their pain and wrath
for broken minds ner' know no peace
no glue nor tape can ever mend
so run away my hand release
forsake me now I beg their friend.

autumnal fires blaze

as the Phoenix
reborn

from woodland ...


ash

Do the cracks

devalue

the heart you once held

dear

?

Listen... always

offer comfort ... in all ways

verify ... with acts and with deeds

enjoy it...  it's what evry'body needs

Sand trapped by sand
Forms the dunes

I

CANNOT

escape.

Cut away the fetid flesh
to see
her

lovely bones

you eclipsed the moon and stars

with your ...

sweet

kiss.

Seven words
too many

to tell you..


I love you

My heart is the meadow flowers
that bloom at your touch

my love is the diet coke
who's straws we clutch

my life is the empty void
your laughter fills

my soul is the sickness
and your kiss my pills

My everything and nothing
come but from you

whom disproved mathematics
As 1 + 1
is
always 1
+
never
2

she was more than a lady

she was

all...


woman.

If parting is indeed

such
sweet sorrow

then tis with heavy heart
I leave you
till

tomorrow

By flowing brook by journeys end
where days were merely hours
and all the world was ours on lend
from forest fern and flowers

By northern wind by gentle breeze
when laughter filled our days
when knees were scraped in ancient trees
and washed by ocean sprays

By Grace of God and weather fine
we'd while away our lives
on country walks through oak and pine
and carve our names with knives

By friendship bound and promise made
we swore we would return
to visit here where once we played
by forest flower and fern

By decades spent and seasons run
by weathered tree we stood
and as before such tales we spun
about our childhood

I'd rather suffer death alone

than ever..

sleep with you

A flower blooms to die
as do you
and
I

Thirsty lips now dry and cracked
know all too well the waters lacked

though laced with salt
and sometimes
sweet

without your mouth mines incomplete

no sweet goodbyes no gentle peck
no tender touch upon my neck

no mouthing words
one cannot speak
or passionate breaths
that leave
One

weak

no more to take away thy breath
or share those moments of sweet death
when too afraid
the kiss
May end
or night no more
her soft light
lend

when lover's part it is that kiss
that closeness that true lover's miss
but we have said
our last
aduei

and how I miss
your kiss

and

you.

If you can't see beyond the scars...



leave my space.

By weathered tree  the lover stood
and carved his lover's name
and with same knife he spilt his blood
the night she never came

By weathered tree the lover cried
and broke her gentle heart
for love he'd  lived and love he'd  died
for fate kept them apart

By weathered tree two lovers lay
within a floral bed
and it is said up to this day
the heart he carved once bled

By weathered tree were lover's wend
to promise each their hearts
for once where love was thought to end
in fact was where love starts.

Like a broken watch
you lay there...

your unpainted face

slightly obscured
by two small

unmoving

hands,

and yet my love
this
is the time
I long for

for whom needs sleep
when such visions
of beauty

are freely found beyond

such dreams
as
twilight brings

so sweet be thy rest
as I upon bended
arm

watch on.

Love me as I am
cracked and broken
learn
to see beyond
the painted porcelain smile
and the vacant
yet
laughing eyes...

try to see
that it's a mere facade
a little white lie
only meant to protect your heart

from mine...

for how could I inflict upon one so gentle

such pain

how could I let such eyes see my true

ugly self

That like the troll lives in darkness
dreaming of the day

a kiss

Will free him from this prison
of self doubt
and
self hate

could you be my princess

or are happy endings only true

In

Faery Tales.

Morning rips forth
screaming...

from the womb of night

it's first cries echoed
in bird song
and
buzz of insects wings,

it's tears adorning spiders web
and yet un woken
floral heads

Mother Earth
adopting Midwives role...

holds
up the sun

letting his gentleness
of breath

become the welcome breeze
that carries soft

his

first word.

Death
is the evening shadow
that walks behind all
stretching away
toward
the
darkness of night...

a silent
sombre companion
that follows all

in this world

UNTIL

It's time to guide them all

into the next.

Lips
speak louder...

when pressed into
silence

by

a kiss.

tea leaves
scatter fate or' fractured porcelain ...

offering

NO

sympathy.

Steel wings
born
of fire ...

shred

this night to ribbons.