I'm writing a poem with an overly excessive name.
I'm overly excessive with my obsession.
Overly excessive with being different.
Overly-over all the situations partaking in the hyper irrigation of the words from my head to the  paper causing stimulation.
We all have that overly excessive stimulation fixation
we like to partake in.
Addiction is what makes the world go round.
Chasing violence, money, *** and who knows what else.
It's all greed.
We even chase greed. We just give it different need.
War, Currency, Women and who knows what else.
I'm writing a poem with an overly excessive name.
A poem with an overly excessive greed.
An overly excessive need.

Her fingertips loosed the glass
bottle, which had
of late
gathered rain like the
hands of paupers.

Glitter in a heartbeat.
to be collected by old battered shoes
or car tyres
and streetwise magpies.

it joins a city evensong
this oceanic roar of nothing
fusing chords of cars and smoke
and lonely dogs
with hacks
and throngs
of perambulating suits
and suitors
trampling athwart broads of concrete
As swifts in summer.


We swim in it
through open atriums
and barren rooms of
magnolia and magnolia and magnolia.

All the while if you look harder
you see through chinks a sepulchre
in each greying tower
ranging higher and higher still.

Machines and machinations
stacking life upon life to
build pyramids
to gaudy kings
in pinstripe or herringbone.

Flumes of fumes ***** like floods
Into and out of train stops
and bus stands.
Circling lungs like hungry crows.
Crows which haunt
Bombed out chapels made new
resuscitated with waxen ivy
and ivory lilies.

And the leaves of saintly oak trees
chatter in shrinking crevices of green
story telling
Of how people and things grow old.
And you can walk these streets
And dive too like cormorants into
The platitudes of city living.

Soaked to the skin in sound
to tell your story
like the shards
of a broken bottle.

help me find the paper
with the poem i need
it's a simple piece of paper
with a poem that must be freed
i am asking for my readers
not for want or greed
help me find the paper
and what i write...you'll read

right now, there's nothing on it
it's as empty as can be
i looked inside my closet
and no paper did i see
i found one under a bonnet
but, it wasn't one for me
the missing poem might be a sonnet
can't you help me find it please

the words i have aren't in my head
it's the paper brings them out
until the pen hits paper
i don't know what it's about
once the poem is finished
i can then stand up and shout
i found the piece of paper
this is the one.....no doubt

help me find the paper
with the poem i need
it's a simple piece of paper
with a poem that must be freed
i am asking for my readers
not for want or greed
help me find the paper
and what i write...you'll read

We Live, We Die, We Laugh and Cry.
Kisses with soft lips
Hugs of warmth and tenderness.
The Dreams we had almost a Reality
But Nightmares Past came Roaring.
Suffering from Famine,
Of a Lonely Heart.
A Burden weighing your Soul.
Consumed with Doubt.
Wars Raging Inside Your Mind
Thoughts clashing with Hopes and Goals.
Praying for Death to ease the Pain,
You lay there Suffering Slowly.

The Feeling of Love is a Gift,
Pure and Euphoric.

While Hate is a Ravenous Plague,
Eating away at your Soul.

I'm Done Hating the Past. I Accept the Choices Others and Myself have Made. I'm choosing to be Happy. Thanks for the Good Memories.

wanna guess
my empty distress
inside I'm a mess
this **** I detest

crack open a book
hey degenerate, take a look
flip a page
the world's a stage

blind, ignorant rage
our youth's worth minimum wage
living cheque to cheque, dollar to dollar
most of god's children grow up in squalor

the blood, the gore can't you see
it becomes ones destiny
no peace on earth, death, war and greed
ignorance dug the garden, hatred planted the seed

turned a blind eye for far too long
I became weak when I ignored the wrong

Time have stopped for her
Until he came
It was then when her time ticked again


Then little by little she started moving
and with those movements
little by little she started growing


the time spent with him
made it possible for her to again
little by little started living


Every moment with him made her
little by little started enjoying
It made her realize, that for him
little by little she started caring


More time passed, then she knew
little by little,.. no..
more and more she started loving

More and more she started knowing
about the person that made her life worth living

More and more of him she wanted having
So more and more of him she kept asking

She loved him and He loves her
So more and more of him he kept giving

But the cycle of asking and giving did not cease

So the more and more she kept having,
The more and more of him he kept losing

It was late when they realized,
little by little his time was ending


Little by little he lost his sight
More and more she saw his plight

Little by little he couldn't feel
More and more she prayed for him to heal

Little by little that he couldn't hear
More and more she whispered in his ear,
"I love you with everything I have, everything I am, and everything I'll ever be                       my dear"

Little by little he was suffering
More and more she kept hurting

Little by little that the time kept moving
More and more his end is nearing

And

Little by little he stopped breathing
More and more she knew it was coming

More and more his life was leaving
little by little he stopped moving

And when he met with his ending
His clock also stopped working.

Time had stopped for her, but he made it move.
Now time had stopped for him,
and there is nothing she can do...

You were always reaching.
Even as a child, you stretched your arms skyward
You tugged at loose threads and string
Let yourself unravel, tucked into nests by  birds

Even now, you still yearn
Reaching for something invisible and miles away
Your rose-tinted eyes haven't learned
That as long as you love, the ache won't ever go away

When a man came at me with a knife,
I was forced to shoot and take his life.
It was self defense but I was still horrified by what I had done.
I would be dead and buried if I hadn't been carrying my gun.
But he said something right before he died.
After he said it, I was even more horrified.
He told me that my wife put him up to it.
She tried to have me killed but she blew it.
I found out why that she was able to convince that man to try to ****** me.
She was going to share the cash when she cashed in my life insurance policy.
She put him up to it but it was something I couldn't prove.
I divorced that witch after I packed my bags and moved.
She would've been on easy street if she had succeeded with her crime.
But she failed and because of the prenup, she didn't receive one dime.