once again the light of love has ssmoothed over your indisgressions

barbed arrows and blunt fist blows full of words.

I turned my back to ice.

i fractured.

I turned into scalding water

I seeped into the ground

luke warm is all I am able.

I dont know whether to turn into vapour

or collect myself at your feet.

my love is still a fragile phoenix.

its your move.

Ha ha! Here I am again
It's raining it's pouring
The criticism is soaring
******* I said just went and read
And could figure out why it was boring

This old mam she played ham
She played knock knack with my spam
With a sick sack fatty whack give a
Hog a pen this old mam came
Crowing poems

All around the burning bush
The donkey chased the ******;
The donkey thought 'twas all in good sport
Pop! goes the ******.

Hey ****** ****** a kiss and a fiddle
The cow entered the room
The little troll laughed to see
Such runs as the cheater ran away with a zoom!

Little miss stuffit sat on her muffin
eating her cares away along came a writer
Who sat down beside her and frightened mis stuff it away.

Chop their ****** heads off and I know why!
they are demented and toxic
And none more so than that liar bird
Aptly named by her own insipid title

The thing about me
is my life is a haiku
with not enough words

to tell my story,
the right words do not fit in;
I am restricted

life held hopes so big,
though words would not come close;
descriptions fell weak.

perhaps I have learned,
one haiku is not enough;
life is more than one

perhaps haikus are,
my own best analogy;
perhaps they are not?

Dare I confess the black stain on my soul?
No, rather, lets tuck it in conscience
No need to feel sickly an numb.*

Tuck it away my soulless one*

What if I could pull the hands back of time?

You can't sweety, it's done.

Can I make it fade?

I don't see how? It's a dark, dark stain,
And you've been trying so long now.

Even with all my good deeds?

There aren't enough good deeds
To wipe it clean, the lead in your soul
Forever drags your feet.

I don't deserve anything. Why do I go free?

Because you are destined.

Destined for what? A life of misery?

No dear, no, a life of greatness.
None of clear conscience strive
To erase me from their minds
As I would not exist,
and neither would the gift,
the necessity, the change.

But I don't understand?

Your stain is a gift,
The journey of the holy grail.
Where others strive and fail,
You have already failed now strive.

But I failed?

You have failed, but now is hope;
The ever charging fuel of your journey.

My soul is ****** isn't it?

You have nothing to lose,
this is the secret of life's journey

But what of hell? Surely it waits?
I hear it screaming my penance?

Hell? You're already here,
Perhaps one day, you'll make it out?

You think so?

It's possible but
I'm your conscience...
What do I know?
I only know why I exist
And I in turn, wish I loved my existence

So there's no hope?

There's always hope,
I'm still with you aren't I?

Yes, but I don't understand?

You don't need to.
Just keep hope, and in us,
Never forget where we've come from;
You are destined

But I am stained?

*No, you are marked for greatness.

-------


Regurgitated dreams

and a handful of hopes

slipping grain-like through my fingers

promisisng the earth

as it cracks withered and drying.



desolation and anticipation

brings the threat of pleasure

like the seed of hope without

the chance of bursting open.



Endless gurantees of endless possibilities

and your stupid ******* provisos.

**** the last drop with insistence,

take all you can,

Im already dead inside.




with all the graciousness afforded

you'd think you could at least

turn away when I cry?



Instead you watch,

a look of  abomination

carved into your hateful eyes

and ice cold detachment

running down your spine.



no matter,

I'll be fine;

you were only ever a sympathy case

that grew too wild.



all that tender love and care

without pruning

has a tendency to create monsters



you sting my rosy buds

a sadistic wash of passion red



I'm tangled in your mess,

you might as well lick the salt as well

the tequila slammer hit hard.



I can't seem to locate my vanity

its still missing after that

last masochistic kiss goodbye.

pluck out my heart and leave it on the road

I forgot what it was to feel again.

I scribble directions to healing

only i cant read my own writing

tip me upsidedown and tear me inside out

Ive left it all on the pages for your insight.

**** me softly

**** me violently

Ive died a thousand deaths

none more painful

than the first verse

and the hole torn from the fabric of my universe

still I try to feel something

anything except numb.

Yeah, yeah,
you broke me...
You think?
you cant break anyone or anything that feels an emotion
because we control our own.
we lend out **** on permanent loan
and freak when it comes back before its due.
what a sad sack of stories
with a ******* word for emotion.
**** it up and understand
you cant break what is never broken
its not like your word.
its an emotion.
if youre feeling like ****
and you wanna go and carve it out of your skin
well skin. that can be broken.
and if you do it yourself that's a cut
and that is not broken skin
its stupid.
and you know it.
but why don't you stop?
because you love it.
more than yourself.
the ritual screams
but rituals can be broken
but you know it.
your heart is big enough for every joy and every sorrow.
just think about that for a while...
but you wont
you know it.
instead you will go on believing youre broken
and youre not
and you know it.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5;
Once I brought a rhyme to life!
6, 7, 8, 9, 10
Then I let it die again.
Why did you let it die?
Because it brought a tear to my eye!
In Which eye did it make you cry?
See This little little tear drop on my right.

Tweaking, tweaking little rhyme
How I wonder what this time
Round and round in my mind
Wondering where on earth I'll find
How to tweak this little rhyme
Tweaking, Tweaking little rhyme.

Bah bah bad sign
For a little rhyme
Yeah sure yeah sure
Find a better line
One for the master
And one for a dime
And one for the amateur
Still thinking of a line!

There was a little poet
who had a little rhyme
He wrote in little lines
He worked in little time
And always did more
than little every time

pain ebbs toward me
like a slow river bending
I break at the fall.

oh dear sister how easily you forget

I can not read your mind we are not twins

nor are we travelling on the same frequency.

I can not ask you what you need if you do not answer my calls

and shout at me when I come to find you.

sister dear, I know you want me to make you shine

and polish the silver ware and forget my cooking flair, fine.

but, wasnt it you who had said:

"if your inviting that vegan friend"

that I had to cook something she could eat at the spread?

and now youre all huffed and puffed and natiness instead

when I have organsied to cook it together with this friend

because I was trying to contact you and got no response in the end?

I didnt blink when you and mother dear went shopping and planned all the fare

I didnt baulk when you asked me to buy the meat nor did I care

I didnt say anything at all when you didnt include me

and nothing again when you didnt call to advise me

now I didnt deserve that stupid display

and especially since you and mother want to put your wears on display

your facebook anitcs are something to annoying to see

#hashtag food selfie  

and well  I guess you dont want to see the shine in me

but the memo came at birth, I know its your own ball

Im only here as a front in front of you and mothers friends

playing happy family to whatever end  

just be glad I'll come at all thanks to my vegan friend

Her name is not 'that vegan chick' its Melissa

so do your own polishing.

News flash: Im not the ugly sister.

The silky strings of empathic poetry
wind thier way through my mind to my fingertips,
In turn each caress hums electricity
and glowing reverberated letters form
the beauty of eloquence reserved for greats, restrained.
Instead the satin pearls lay sprawled
gathered with elcectric tweed and tied with pixel yarn
with clunky pebbles inbetween ,
the pearls calling to each other
to dance together on the electric string,
and the pebbles beg for polish
in order for thier beauty to sing.
I however,will not.
For they are eloquence and beauty to me,
and are as my creative souls expression
faultless in the delivery of my first truth,
in all art born of soul and heart
simply
elegantly evocative in the highest perfection
of the electrons clumsily,
imperfectly formed birth of
inspirations.

The night shade was drawn to envelop in dark
a balmy evening so warm and thickly
there were no others except the black lark
an eerie sense drew over one quickly.

Too much space,
I grab the air around me trying to draw it in
But I've cleaned you out like a ***** sin.

Never knew how warm and comfortable the ugly side of love is
Touching the untouchable, to kiss the impossible kiss

I guess I thought pushing you out would leave me feeling like saint
Theres not a colour in my soul I haven't used in our love's hidden paint
The richest and darkest darks hiding lightest brightest sparks

I'm desperate for your connection, that indefinable thing
The pleasure of pain, nestled under broken wings

The crackling electric static hunting our souls to beat life into our hearts
We live in a life not made for us. Instead crossed with many other beautiful paths.

The patterns we've woven in our times apart all needing threading and tending. No end, no new start. Just empty spaces waiting to be filled in our hearts.

And though I gasp like a fish out of water for your breath,
I know the trails of our patterns cross paths and that our threads play off eachother, shining brighter and bolder than any other kind

But now I pay my pennance waiting for the next day, when we find our way and I can breath life in again.

Immaculate dreams float through my mindscapes
eyes of liquid love washing over me
Strong arms embrace me just to let me go
you fade in and out like a welcomed stranger
you find my heart strings
and gently pluck most beautiful songs of love out of me
A sideways glance captures your full manhood ready and wanting
And as I turn, you no sooner dissolve into thin air!

An intangible love...

your thought prints lay all over my body;
my soul wraps itself around yours
only to twist myself into nothing.
ever dependent on these dreamy whisps
of visitations upon my request
my lovely ghost
A thought  here,
a whisper there;
where are you dearest?
Please come to me,
I ache so much to
love you now.

Ephemerally yours,
a love that died a thousand deaths.

I missed you.

its as simple as that.
 


the shape of you is but a shadow,

And I found myself jumping through like a *smoke ring hoping to catch you.

but the edges always seem to vanish into thin air...



So im left with nothing

but this simple prayer.



Im sending you love on these wings of hope

to reach you because I missed you.


And its as simple as *that.

I didnt want to talk about it.

it hung there in its ominous entirety devoid of explaination

the sickening welt in my gut peircing the truth into realisation

it is something that could not be unseen, unheard.

as you finally grasped its magnitude gaping wide open incredulously at the shape of it

I looked away.

I blame you.

but I never said a word.

all this time, you were just a phantom I assigned

to your face...

to your hard shape and soft eyes.

a phantasm

a love imprinted on your soma by my soul

so desperately wanting to see yours.

and here I am, calling you to me again

with no right after a thousand revelations

and every suffered revocation

youd think I'd learn why you disappeared?

but you will never be gone from me

I can sense these things.

my eidolon's soul fits you perfectly

Youre my perfect idea of beauty

all your crookedness and pain

every hunger in your eyes

every burn in your touch

the redemption you belive you will find in my destruction

to hell with the truth.

Im in love with your lovely brand of pain

the phantom of your ***

the soul of your love lies too well with you for me

I am convinced.

My vision of who I insist you are is all I need.

a breath on the wind and that look in your eyes,

still; all this time, a phantom i assigned.

a blueprint so well laid, in my heart and soul

I still believe you should be mine.

My warm coffee hug

warms me from the outside in

creamy bitter love



soothing my lost soul

coaxing it to come back home

fleeting though it is



A connection of

body, soul and of feelings

the warm sip takes hold



I am with you now

for that one moment present.

the next moment gone.



Till we meet again

in that warming silken kiss

adieu Consciousness.

Its the times Im alone that i fear the ghost of you.

I cant wash the sins out of my hair

or the rising betrayal in my heart

I cant afford you.

instead I watch you shimmer.

I send my soul out
In search of you
upon on the wind.

I know our moment
Is close.

I sense you in the air
I feel you on my skin
these earthly things
Are of not our love
Immortal.

Let the glorious day come
When we cast off
the weight of these skins
These anchors of bone and flesh
to find each other;

Where for that small
Space in between
We are one light Immortal
unsepreated by cruel birth
And unmoved stars.

a breath, a beat;
a moment.
upon the breeze
whispers in
remembrance
of our worlds in between
love  spaces.

magnificence was never a trait of mine
thats why i always wanted to be near yours

the sun scrawls out fingers of light on your crown
The birds sing of love whe youre around
and it fills my heart with  the dread of longing
how many others open their doors to your glory
and which if ever will you walk through?
my archway lays bare
all my hopes and despairs lace the floor,
curl your soul around me
and lay upon my heart
pick the beat you want,
every one is yours
and with it hope endures.

I always say you never lose a thing you need.
obviously you dont need it if you were careless enough to lose it
Oh well, Off we skip like the most heartless things in the world,
looking for another heart to borrow,
and sign a new due date for its return,
Hoping this time, its long enough to re-borrow
so it wont be returned early
by skipping over the beats.

A *kiss

tender but uninvited;

nothing more nothing less.

an exit.

two steps;

a question,

two steps;

an answer:

because I love you.

my searching eyes see nothing of yours

my ears just won't validate it

three steps

a question,

an answer:

very much.

an exit.

Reprieve \Folder:  Heart aesthetics


a breath drawn ever so lightly,
so cautiously aware.
the rain drops fell lightly and kissed the dry ground.
a blessing eases out from under a rock
blood  from a stone turned to wine
the cool breeze caresses
and the heat slips into sleepy embers
the wind gently consoles.
the nagging worry eases on the shoulder
knowing too well the conjuresome
tricks of the fire storm,
a breath, a beat;
a sideways glance;
a view to a ****.


(c)

This strange kind of numb has chased away the desolating pain
there seems nothing in the part where love grows
not in the heart or mind or soul
Is this what death feels like?
Every shred of decency you stole in that **** weak moment of betrayal
you shook the hand of the beast that gave the burden
the thief of my dignity
it was an inncent action between men who respect each other
you had had no right to placee all my shreds of respectably in his palms
to anialate me without provacation
to give me up to avoid confronting the truth
you let my pride die a silent death
the humiliation.
the state of shock
and constant scraping up my self off the floor
it was because you found it easier to forgive, than fight for me
so I died A million painful deaths in that moment
like the love that swore it would die a thousand more
it vanished emphasising the nothing that I am
and you didn't even blink an eye.

Thoughts drip from my mind as
globulous glassy fluids of emotion.

The curtains drawn,
the veil of love lifted and
bare truths litter the ground
at my feet.

Starry dreamlike flickers
each turned into glaring suns of acceptance;
the loss confounds me.

Amoebas shifting, pushing.
Meniscus pulls back each rush of liquid mess
my heart squeezes through new eyes
in its feeble attempt to fill the void
so glaringly obvious now
with something, anything.

Swallowed whole,
All sense of knowing lost.
The fabric of my undestanding
torn from under me.

As I fall
Betrayal nudges the corners of realisation
but its too loud an echo to make sense of.

Not ready yet.

As the liquid marbles
load up and fire their last
passionate pleas for compassion
the reality knocks intently
I push to keep it out
A long and useless fight.

Amoeba of pain Takes me over.

Senseless,
nothing left to try.
I brace;
waiting for the tears to run dry...

"They were happily absorbed

in their misunderstanding of me.

By my understanding of them;

I found nothing would change it.

So, I didn't bother anymore."

Two beautiful moons,
galaxies apart
Turning circles
held there
by the obligations of gravity.
But one ever seeks the other,
Sensing they are destined;
They feel the pull of the other
Through the void of spaces.
In their endless revolutions each
Counting the twinkle of the stars,
down to the one Lunar turn
when they align paths
only seconds to Tell
of a universe of love
in that moonbeam,
eclipsing Each others spaces,
their refractions touch.
Particles of moonbeams close enough
to mingle in each others high hopes,
but the universe has
its own time scape
At least as they drift,
further from the rings of their bounds
Each endless cycle,
drifts them a fraction closer to their hearts;
and on that glorious night
when their hearts collide
the universe will see
a brilliance of love
To eclipse every sun.

Hold up

Enough of this bird drip

Wipe your nose and look up

Pathetic blind mice play 2 wise sheep

The artificial heart beeps

While yours bleeds

Your blood is coin

A fools folly of *****

Your child sacrificed

Cut to pieces and torn

Yet for the afflictedbstrangers you mourn

For animals you weep

Some to **** some to keep

Scientific lies poison your mind

Call the message fear

Call the message hate

Call the message division

God does not exist

Re-call the message

Re-call the message

Re-call the message

Fall asleep zombie

Fall asleep sheep

The lion sleeps tonight

The red dragon stalks

Green eyed monster

Gives birth to the invisible beast

A burden

Gray matter feeding artificial martyrs

You can do it yourself only you can't

You can be free only youre not

Poked with incessant panic

Prodded with incessant fear

Switch off

Recall the message

Recall the message

Recall the message

We are not saved in this world but the next

Unless...

I had a chat to someone today who really went about it the wrong way. I dont think it very sane or fair to give a credit where the act lay bare.
I am someone whose opinion I think highly of,
and rest assured, I am interested in what I think of.
but to call a ***** a ***** and dig a hole with it for yourself
is not a wise thing to do.
though the wise have been thought crazy and the crazy wise
the fool is the fool in any position naive or wise because a what a fool believes
the wise always questions what he sees.
a fair and valid comment is not cause for defamation,
defamation though has cause and stains by association
and I will suffer none of it
because I just couldn't give a ****.
think of it what you think of it.



Making of false, derogatory statement(s) in private or public about a person's business practices, character, financial status, morals, or reputation. Oral defamation is a slander whereas printed or published defamation is a libel. The plaintiff must prove that the defamation was communicated to someone other than him or her. And, if the statement is not obviously defamatory, it must be shown that it carries a defamatory meaning (see innuendo) and that reasonable people would think that it refers to the plaintiff. In case of unintentional defamation, the defendant may mitigate damages or escape liability by offering an apology. Defamation with malicious intent (see malice) invalidates the defense of fair comment and qualified privilege. Defamation that imputes a criminal offense punishable with imprisonment, is usually a sufficient ground for a court action even in the absence of a proof of special damages. Under the UK law, defamation damages are assessed by a jury and not a judge.

  


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A world of starss between them
their hearts reached out for eachother at the end of each passing revelation
revolving in the same matter
as if the distance could be mitigated somehow,
by touching the same space only worlds apart
he traced their names in the stars and she traced out thier hearts intertwined
alas, the end was ne’er in sight
the mysteries of why were too mystical to ponder
and creation filled the void with challenges, love and light.
thinking back to when they were new
they had shone brightly with innocence
the span of things was endless, but had allowed limited exploration
the One had called them unawares
and rushing back like obedient children
with great anticipation of what grand joy was at hand
immersed in the mysteries revealed
it was then they lost eachother
caught in different planes by a different set of stars
beyond the eye of the black hole created by the break in his heart
and the shattering of hers.
Searching in opposite polarities aeons apart the matter ever expanded
passing eachother withn a blink of an eye
but without words a universe was said;
Iris to Iris, soul to soul,
touching the same matter as eachother
only, aeons apart...

Behind the days bluish glow

I know you're there

I wait for sunset and while away

Until the midnight hour

Where your breath speaks to my soul

Where constellations twinkle

in sequence spelling out your secret name

And as I rise weightless

Leaving the old leaden sheath behind

The cosmos suddenly opens

A stream of concious light

Interconnected highways and byways

And the game of tip chase begins

Are you amongst the stars?

Are those your soul prints amongst the quasars?

I search for you,

With all the excitement

Of innocent eyes devouring the wonders

but you still remain for my efforts unseen...

Folder:  The Art of Breaking
Feathers  of thought floating down to the gravity of reality
Finite ends drawn out so delicately, slowly and wholly.
Something so light, weighted so heavily
Beauty wrapped in barbs of wire and ire
Pained senses and armed defenses
You were so innocent then
Before the burning fire of desire
When life came at a pace,
Bursting with color in all directions!
when every which way led to adventure;
a life dancing among the clouds.
touching the sky,
tipping the stars,
huddled safely in the moon's sling
Before the crack of truth rang out the liar you still admire .

wrap your thorns warm,
and tightly packed
The time has long passed for love to fade away
fall, drift, settle into oblivion...



First draft:
feathers  of thought floating down to the gravity of reality
finite ends drawn out so delicately, slowly and wholly.
something so light weighted so heavily with pained senses, armed defenses
beauty wrapped in barbs of wire and ire
You were so innocent then Before the burning fire of desire
when life came at a pace bursting with color in all directions
When every way led to adventure
a life dancing among the clouds
touching the sky, tipping the stars
huddled safely in the moon's sling
Before the crack of truth rang out the liar you still admire
wrap your thorns warm and tightly packed
The time has long passed  for love to fall away
fall, drift, settle into oblivion

my finger tips bleed for you

pouring out confessions

blackmailed by my betraying heart

sscraping your leftovers closer,

hoping you can see through the

bright lights and encryptions

that the vicious remains of our love

still circles like a vulture

and I, so desperate to be tasted

offer to you in this mangled mess of loveliness

my soul scratched in wretched gliphs for an endless time

in a language that could only be deciphered by your cruel love.