You’re a snake waiting in the grass to strike
fangs dripping with toxic anticipation
your false concern does not deceive me
you are exposed
your hightsned sense ominous
I watch your ears ***** as I enter the room
i anticipate your strike
again and again you will fall short of your target
underestimation is my calling card
the time has come to twist your neck into the mirror
before I rip it off
I am welded in truth, in Christendom
take your beedy eyes and small puppet mind out of the hive;
and what have you got?
The scales on your eyes
are firmly planted in
its time to scrape up all the grace
hold my head high

im giving your **** right back

return to sender is the email
and ******* is the reply.

Oh, **** all this **** getting in the way of our happiness!
I just want to drown gloriously in your eyes like I used to.
To drink you in and be enveloped by your essence ,
to breath in the same air and kiss that kiss so openly begging to be tasted!
The chasm close enough to rue, too far to jump?
the universe conspires against us,
****!
****!
****!
Who the hell is in charge of this ****!?
A fraction of a fraction off, in one calibration
and love is completely ******!
Who writes this stuff?
Get a fuckng clue!

I want a new case manager,
this one is ******!

strange tides bring me here to this old place

long chained thoughts still bring me back  into your dark spaces

tiny places in my cold heart still beating with your traces


light feathery touches brush my soul

a soul song calls upon the winds pulling us near wherever

tiny etherial love threads still tangle us together


the wide sea of longing hides my hopes

I lay upon a rock in the calm of the dead sea praying

tiny glimpses of faith hold my love devoutly unswaying


bring yourself home to me my soul love

let death win as we shall when our hearts an souls from sheaths will rise

let us claim what this world will despise, love eternal, our greatest prize.

I write under some small delusion,

that you would want to see

me, bare my soul and that my soul

is full of colour and wonder;

that I could some how venerate your being

with Some spark of creativity

magnified  in personification to a whole new status of being.

And I wrap myself up in this warm delusion.

It helps me sleep at night,

I feel better about the world,

even a little less lonely,

at first...

Because then you're driven

by some constant compulsion

to draw out the emotions.

You plot and plan words

and the schematics of affectations.

The tiniest hopes spur you on,

through endless trials and drafts of possible perfection

not yet in words perfected.

You stretch your minds limits

you seek new boundaries of thought.

You while away hours forming possibilities

based on a line that becomes the hook.

You become the friend of empathy.

Seeking to somehow bring a voice to others pain.

All the while selfish and conceded

it is merely a means to an end.

The is no torture greater than this discipline of arts

with such limited tools to drive a wedge of emotion

through the eyes and drive to affect the mind

to cause a heart response that reaches the soul...

I please you.

This is my delusion

that sparks the wars of many wordss.

Fighting for the chance to venerate me.

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Sunlight on petals forming rainbows through dew drops?
Blushing pink lips and vanilla dreams?
The crevices and valleys of sensuous skin?
The fluttering anxious anxiety lifting your soul?
Or just the boring **** of it all
Looking for a crack to split open
so you can walk away and **** it all
Maybe then we'll have something gutral to write...

Oh Im tired of trying not to offend.
speaking diplomactically till the end
well if you arent offending anybody you havent stood up for anything
silence is deafening so are the words you want them to hear.
shout it out to the world
the biggest '*******!' ever heard!

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******* terrorists here and ******* terrorists there
whatever. Call yourself a religious man? I see a  devious zelot holding hands unwittingly with the devil.sure did a number on your *****.
whatever.
Call yourself a Cop? I see a sadistic ****** **** I;ve seen more competence and less violence in a shopping mall guard. Power got you tripping up and all over.
whatever.
Call yourself a mother? pimping your baby daughters out strung out on some **** and like its all you got.
whatever.
Call yourself a father? leering at your brothers daughter? invading your sisters son?
whatever
Call yourself a human being walking past all those people you could have helped? sat in your comfortable home and uncomfortable shoes recounting your dramas.
whatever.

Call yourself an angry hurt teenager? grow the **** up! put the knife in the sink and do some ******* dishes, put the gun back where it belongs and go out and play in the sun. take your fantasy ******* for what it is nothing its all  whatever.

**** it up and **** it in. pour yourself out and start giving. giving something whatever just make it something ******* nice for ***** sake

Im standing up for the truth you can do something if you want but whatever.

What if i told you your demons are a result of constant programming you to want more than you need, more than you deserve?

What if i told you its completely reversable?

That you take over your subconcious conciously. Mindfully and manually work at the art of appreciation. Tell your self what you constantly dont need.

Dont fall for the time trap. It was invented by the rat race to turn us all into rats  Pavlov's dogs on steroids. Silence the bell and make a concious choice using your God-given free will.

Smile at the sun, wink at the moon,warmly blow a kiss to the stars and never look back at the passive way you let those demons control your life.

Pain free, drug free, because you choose to give it no consent. No dominion.

You, one of the great contributions of this incredible world; who was stopped from manifesting all your pitential because you were too busy trying to find a name and a source for your apathy and frustration.  Because thats the way a fool is used as tool of destruction.

YOU have THE  POWER to CHANGE EVERYTHING. Its in YOUR HANDS. Call in the beauty and grace of the universe as I AM
It is assured.

What if you BELIEVED me?

the ghost of you in her innocence

in the words of a song

or the flower tip that aches for cutting

screaming verse and transforming from thin air

I attach the horrid memory of you

to the place I dream.

I want to pick the petals off and rub the head in the dirt

only knowing if I do plenty more of you will come up.

irskome and loathsome you haunt these walls I know it

what I hate is that recoil when innocence reminds me

of your cruel tricks again.

I turn my face from you

I have nothing but the desire to erase you

and a new dream of contetedness

after the final exorcism.

What I wish you would say
-----
Salt of the earth
my house on a rock
Plain t-shirt easy jeans.
Intense eyes, a complicated mind
and a simple heart.
Everyday arms hold me in decorated silence
reverberating unspoken themes
warm fingertips tend my weary bones.
Frowns wiped away with thumb tips and smiles
but what I wish most for,
is for you to say
what every ounce of easy love
stands for in each and every way.

To speak the unspoken power that lifts me up in every way
with nothing but the simplest of things you do but wont say.

Tell me:
the stars don't circle the earth;
they circle you,
Wrap them selves around you
just to stay close
Twinkle in the sky just to capture themselves reflected in your eyes.
That the heavens crowd the sky for a glimpse of your smile
and
form endless glittering patterns
for your favour,
that the bravest stars
fall simply to rest as dust at your feet
and that I,
of all the the souls that travel endlessly through time
was chosen,
a simple form,
to be as a burnt offering
loved by you
therefore burn brighter that the brightest sun
The cause of the supernova in my heart
I keep cloaked in a veil of everyday nothings
so that no one else can ever discover
the purest highest nirvana
when your soul mingles with mine.

The way I wish i could tell you all the time x

what do I do?

I try to go forward but only bump into you

I cling to the hope that those love strings are broken

and I trip up on those knots you tied with love left unspoken



the heart wants what the heart wants

from this there is no disguise

you read my eyes like paragraphs,

my weary smile hides the sweetest lies

my tears hold untold chapters in my silent cries





so I ask again what else is there but to go on

waiting for an infinite love to die in my soul

every distraction void  I live for every hopeless sign.

what the **** else is there,

but to make a heart once whole

learn to live half a beat at a time?

you can not confess what I have already drawn in words
you can not feel what I have inscripted on my soul
transferred into these pixels of light and dark.
they are not your notions they are mine
they bleed my name
and seep my ssoul.
and when you deconstruct them
and pile them up in a different order,
you can not erase me and call them your own mine
when my heart notes are stolen they call to me
and wish themselves home to me
and you who have stolen what can not be yours
will ever know that sprite of inspiration
shared generously with you is not yours
do not confuse it with intellect they are the seals on my soul
do what you will with them, but they are my heart scrolls
when heart notes are stolen they aren't like real kisses
deep and from your soul,
they are forced and devoid of meaning, with only superficial gain.
I want them all back under my breast back to their home,
each and every one under my heart felt seal of pain.

I drive the city streets at night

praying for a glimpse of you

playing the tapes burned in my mind

anything just to hear your voice

i miss talking to you in that free and easy way we do.

i mis that deep throaty laugh

that tenderness in your eyes

the way you think Im amazing

and the tender nervous way you touched me ever so lightly

a whole world in your touch, the univeral truth in your eyes

a hunter closing in and a deer in headlights by the close

my mind like my car drives in circles

I crave our time

anything to hear your voice

to feel your energy mingle with mine

God I miss you

I just want to feel alive

Folder: Soul mates
I have nothing
but the look in your eyes
To remind me
and these whisky tears
won't dry like they should
I can't hold you
except in a memory
I can't feel you
Except in my heart
I can't love you
Except with my soul
You're that piece
That's missing
A perfect fit
Only you puttied up
my space with creeps
And still I watch you fumble
Afraid you will fall again
Only not for me
As soon as I empty
This cup the whisky
Tears keep filling up.
They don't evaporate
Like they should.

She got them today

Sweet tiny collusion of love

Perfectly formed

Born and gone in a fleeting moment

Too young, too small

To be ripped from her mother's womb

The kinder cut they rationalized

But the of pain of kindness was too great to bear

Still, her wings outstretched with love

Wrapped & Consoled them

This wasn't her vessel,

This wasn't her time

And off she flew

Again to rise

Our Phoenix

Our precious

Tiny love

With her

Wings...

The flicker of last nights midnight memory rushed through my head
the heart gave an obligatory thump while it tried to double summersault
it was the slightest touch bare skin on bare skin but I felt it so deep
magnatised by the heat in your stare, hips arching to its target
lips parted hanging in the air sending out invitations without care
it was a moment locked in eternity and you bent your head everso slightly
I swore swore you leaned in just before your phone rang
and love had brought you back to your senses and left me with
sweet nothings and a ache gouged deep across my pelvis
that tore me unexpectedly all the way through my heart

because you texted to say hey.

**** I've got writers block, but -
Oh no! It's gone...
**** I've got writers block, I -
Oh no it's gone...
**** I've got writers block, still -
Oh no it's gone...
**** I've got writers block, manage -
Oh no it's gone...
**** I've got writers block, to -
Oh no it's gone!...
**** I've got writers block, write, write -
Oh no it's gone...
**** I've got writers block, something -
Oh no it's gone...
**** I've got writers block, hypocritically -
Oh **** it's done!

my poetry lives through my tragedy.

my wonderful accomplishments a world of #fuckitupanywhichwayyoucanandwhenyoucantdontworrysomeoneelsewill
­
its a new word for my creative soul.

life is good and the poetry bad.

something everyone should aspire to.

not me.

i live in bittersweet notions

novel novels that live and breathe alternate realities

my realities, with just enough tilt to deny it convincingly well.

ive had the gamut of pains and ills

spared just a few that I still in some twisted way feel ungrateful for.

my hand crafting what my soul denies

my soul suffering my cruel intentions of self demise.

and all for what?

a revelrie in my  hidden thoughts?

an appreciation of my unique set circumstances?

a combination of wordss and thoughts, feelings and contexts peppered with an acute irony that defies psychological definition?

my words are my life,

my knee **** reaction to what i miss most;

the feeling of innocence,

of righteousness,

the world before the seduction of evil,

before the awareness of deception and cruelty.

the safety ive lost,

the horrid deeds done in the name of innocence

and the defiled love that stains my soul with its constant attacks of dark beauty

these are my tragedies

these are my wordss

what else is there,

but wait for applause?

my words escape me
****, a very versatile word;
I'll use it, *******!

The knife sat embedded in the cheese
the figs sliced open and offering themselves up
you walked out and left me holding the wine
it was good cheese, good wine
I'm still trying figure
exaclty when you got ******.
was it the figs?
*******.

Folder: Soul mates
I feel the fire in your hands
Burn before you even touch me

I feel the depth of your unspoken words
Before they hit me and pull another's love aside

I burn for you,
a blue flame of discontentedness

I melt with you
Into oily silky velvety fuild

It seeps in through my heart
And stains my soul vibrant colours then black.

You are a vampire of Passion
And I a victim of lust

Lost to the hypnotic call of an ancient
Vow which desolates for all ages to come,
my eternal now.

Kiss my *** i hope to fly
My speck aint nuthin to that plank in your eye
Hold me down i just get higher
Dead weight or spare tyre
You dont write my story
Youre just the obstacle that keeps em tuned in to my glory
The halo on my head is real
I earned that ****
i traded in my Achilles heel
Your words bounce off
Like water beads off a duck
Because i made my own luck
Lifted with the light of life
Left my fate to the skies above
Justified
I take my place
love you more as you love me less
In the good Lord my sins are confessed
I still make mistakes and yeah ive got the tact of a crate
God loves me anyway and that's just great
like i said truth is king
i do what i do in honour of Him
And for that glory my heart will sing
most important is one thing
i know you can
And those who dont can kiss your ***
I hope you fly
Where your dreams are way up High.
You can.

reeking of originality, heart, soul in poignant beauty or righteous pain,
intellectually multi-dimensional in lieu of the social disparity and ego-maina. quality is a thing of judgement, and the best way to bruise a budding ego. best to leave all that **** at the mind's door and concentrate on expression.

beautiful lyrics caress the heart of the broken one

trust is a scarce resource wraith like it floats above the fear

love is the drug that conjures these madnesses

the notes play upon heart dances in beats caught off guard

the thud is never beautiful.

lyrics take over

they speak my soul

they endure

as I endure

the long lost

caress of your innocent game

finding myself the victim

no longer able to play

the lyrics move over me

and I send them as

consolation of the broken one.

?
Thought of you today;

and a whole world of passion opened up

one I hoped against hope had died.



I tried to walk away graciously carving a new life

I did my best not to look back

but the ghost of you still catches my breath



there are too many yesterdays between us

not enough tomorrows

and an infinite array of could have beens



this is a raw and honest heartfelt union

a law this world can not abide by

so I crave the next world.



where this love on the wind

blows true and that this higher love

has no boundaries between me and you



there is no end between us.

to think such is an intollerable thought

there is only eternity where we wait

impatiently to claim eachother's souls.

**** love. Its a fool's disease with no cure conpulsively offering up pieces, soon fragments then molicules of a heart to be vaporised at will; resigned to watch yourself dissapearing a little more each day hoping to manifest the value of it in a heart you dont own or truly undrstand all the while choosing this pain over and over again.  Only the loved wins. The lover always pays.

It is not a quaint construction

Nor is it easily read

But as you enter willing by my own hand

you feel like you will fall endlessly

into the gaps,

not sure where you'll land

And if this viral way of thinking

gets in your head

And you start to feel at home here

Remember

You are always a welcome member

But like the rules of physics are twisted by unforgiving machinations

And reality also with the wielding of imagination

What is possible is

look and touch but

Do not expect you will not to be chided or derided

I reserve all my failings as your own

That's what happens

when you untuck the gray matter in here

You lose your bearings

And I'm in control

I own the red herrings

You are left senses reeling

Mental overload

You cant see who I am in the dark

You can only assume what I'm feeling

Words cannot describe

And I dont care for your descriptions here

What ever your tribe

Don't graffiti over my art.

Dont judge what's on display

You won't have to mind your manners

But you will have to find your own way

Just as you found your way in and maybe out

I never forced you to take part

I didn't try to **** or raise your doubt

I didn't ask you to sing my song

While it swims around your head

But I'm sticky like that

And I'm slippery too

I dont stay on one side or the other

And dont placate or back down

I dont think straight or bent

Here in this space I create my world

And you are just another visitor asking for rent

In a place already filled

And that's the magnificence of it

there's always more space to go around

I didn't hijack your head

I laid it out and you fed

You took it in

You made it

Poision

Or an

Antidote

I just write thoughts

and leave them lying

around as notes.