Why are you so cool?
How do you do all those things?
So elegant yet strong.
So simple but you stand out so much.
So gentle and kind.
Just another human being,
Yet so unique on its own.
I want to grow up to be like you.
A wonder woman like you.

"don't come inside"
usually, in fact, almost always
I would pull out
with a split second to spare
and ******* all over her
turning her navel in to
some sort of overflow ***-gutter
proceed to roll over
panting like an old dog in the sun
roll a cigarette whilst she
wipes us both down with some nearby
toilet roll and suggest
we watch something on her laptop
this time was different though
I pulled out and she lays there
and starts tugging me off
entirely unnecessarily
as though both of our lives
depended on it
and I'm glad she did
I started spraying hot **** everywhere
and I think to myself
"I'm painting the ******* walls!"
it was nothing short of sensational

When I was young
the lens to my eyes was stained in rainbows
the world was colourful and
life, a rainbow pie.

As I grow up,the stains wash off
and I realise,my lens was never colourful
for every time I awake, the hue is further from my sight
For every time I want a rainbow pie,
life reminds me I'm not yet there.

Mystery sang its lullaby as my thoughts went dark as night.
Clouded with oblivion, I realized I was a mortal.

Eerie feeling lingers in the pit of my soul, as the earth run along even the sun picked it race.
In amazement I watched the enticing lie of the silent market.

The ray opened it eye and mine to reality, it was also accompanied with the breeze.
The wind was hot as the hades' dread to live caught my sight.

I was as slippery as an eel as perspiration rode down my back.
I gulped nervously for fear of humanity; the devil's angel. For their soul conceal, dread then in mind.

Now in solitude of nature I find peace, despite the raging soul, such a perfect dight.
The river dances as its depth the pebbles dived, twas at the earth's horizon, the sun blinked to set..

HEAVEN!! YET ON EARTH

to learn to
enjoy the unknown
rather than to
fear it

Last Winter,
the coldest place to be
was perched upon that balcony,
testing the frigid air.
You could find me overlooking there.
Watching my breath linger, then fade,
the figures of people walking away.
Expanding with strides unbroken,
their anachronistic spots of motion.
Fervent still-lives swapping each second,
flashing, their haystack destinies beckon.
Each step they continue, each foot they shrink,
"tiny infinities" I like to think.
Again, my old listless demon calls,
and the day's porcelain sky begins its fall.
A thin coat, a chimeric chair,
you could find me overlooking there.
With hands loafing, catching snow,
I'm pretending I'm not below.