You built the walls
to keep yourself safe.
But the question isn't
"will they come down."
The question is
will you LET them fall on top of you,
or MAKE them fall next to you?

I'm thinking and guessing
What if the things that are stressing
Me out
Are just problems I've made myself up?

I'm looking for a place to belong,
But what if I have this need as long
As I do not embrace that I'm different from others?
Or am I the one who disconnects and becomes another?

What is belonging?
Is it worth ignoring
Things you don't like,
That you don't feel understood or alike?

They say everything starts within,
Is it something I haven't given
Myself yet,
Or should I keep searching for it?

Docket Time
There is always something more on the cards
You think you have a full house and your enemy
Does something unexpected from his bad script
Written by amateurs and paid for by lunatics
Doing all they can to harm you and your interests
No more book files they deleted them due to that
The action I dared do against them the other day
For I carry my ******* ***** in my bag ready to go
Oppose them in all ways possible fit to lose
Just takes one chance to win be weak to be strong
Over the edge and loop back all’s fare in business
Or was my moan too big making my cards copy type?
Rip off rain runny ink degrades after three goes
I only need one attempt to lower your company
No longer top three number four busts you up
Not printed cash that’s so 20th Century!
Now its stocks shares interests and bonds
Ledger money written in real ink or electronic
All that wanga belongs to the big elites and NWO
Certain families run the world so we are all fine
Living in **** running up bills rent deposits finance
Nothing to help the working person except maudlin
Sombre poems by the gal before she kaputted
She’s my sis by a different mum you wankers!
Revenge will be mine so discreet creeping in
Like the new dawn you think its night when it’s night
Over to you come and see my sing live
I’ve no security my show is for you alone
What will you do when the end grabs you?
I dare you to be serene or actually react…

Wow! It's you!
Call me obsessed, regressed, or even stressed.
     But you're the one!
I rinsed and winced, convinced.
     My one and only!
Why the pause, what's the cause?
     Don't be lonely!
I've been waiting, baiting while stating.
     You're for me and I'm for you!
Love is for us, thus we must bus.
     To our Forever!
Turning our tending and mending to a sweet ending.

every time I close my eyes,
my life beats behind my eyelids
like the wings of a butterfly
as questions form the rhythm
of a song that constantly plays.

Maybe.

i am over without the easy|
sometimes a cup without a saucer|
often shoes without socks|
but mostly i am legs running and arms whirling

in a hurry to escape the day|
in a rush to fill my head with bouncy thoughts|
in a flurry of wishing flat words into fantastic stories|
of turning grey into cerulean, and rust into claret

i am questions with more than one answer|
questions which play on my mind|
answers which go around and around|
like petals of eccentricity whelmed by an eddy|
and trying to escape the day in a hurry