I dreamt of blue eyes
and experienced the joy
of your sweet lovely face
radiating in the warm sun

Your cheeky stare told no lies
as this man grew from a boy
and you teased with stocking lace
and energy through you was fun

My emotions flowed as you cried
when your heart was destroyed
Last time your mother was embraced
and your happiness became undone.

Eventually you rose one sunrise
And was coy and out of the void
you asked for delicious pancakes
dripping with syrup & crispy blazing.

Do you know what its like,
to try breathing
after a child-hood suffering
blood as I would wake up
from the strangulation?
Its hard for me
to see humanity understanding
as wars feud to further suffering
leading to the agony and death.

I had dreams burst like confetti
but not in any good simple way
My soul's been swallowed like spaghetti
and there's a number on rest of my days.

I see the inhumanity and depravation
that weighs upon my own conscious
I've said some very terrible things,
I deserve to be a cease to being.

I wish I had a family,
a wife and two little ones
But I was born to be desolate
Unable to count up the sums.

I wish I paid attention
to the lessons at my school,
but the attacks of attrition
only made me the class fool

I wish I knew how to live,
and surface up to breathe
but the sharks keep gnawing
away at my paddling feet.

I wish I could run to you,
and find comfort in your arms
but I made a deal with the devil
and my voice has now been disarmed.

Atop the curve of a carved stone dome,
well gilded by rays of many setting suns,
Fortune pirouettes and prances all alone
while her clockwork wheels rhythmically run.

With each new tick of her timeless clock,
she spins the drivewheel another round
and dances ’round the clockwheels’ cogs
in freedom, from our cares unbound.

The spring in her step drives clock’s time,
a rhythmic dance with outstretched hands
that point to sorrows or high cloud nine
as suits her music: She won’t come to a stand.

Would that we could pass the years
like Fortune, a lady unwound by our fears.

A final bullet in my head,
mud that's sworn the tread
They wish me to join the dead
to be the number in color red.

I never wish their execution
was none of a Crucifixion
and that their deliration
is of a bond of exhilaration

But its simple in a flight
demons roam the nights,
angels in the mornings.
Angels rough deals with rights

Yes, I join the true Lucifer
As God now struggles
and he's of Noah Ark
and God is mankind's shark

While Lucifer was born
the most beautiful angel
He wanted God to see mankind
Experience gifts  God created

Last night I heard a ghost ravaging around,
It woke me up as they weren't quietest of sounds.
It was clambering through drawals of photos
of the history of all of our young poses.

It seemed determined to find the one
so it can no longer be in mourning.
But press to its heart a dear photograph
A cherished memory proven so worthy.

Was it looking for my brother,
before he committed suicide
Was it looking for my mother,
Before she died and suffered?

Or does it has a premonition
that I'm next in line for death,
I won't stop the reaper's actions,
as now I'm too tired to live.

Spending my days in total fear
Can't even enjoy a single beer
It's the atoms you see
They're just messing with me
Blazing around I have a hunch
Watching videos is not what I want to be doing on my lunch
But hey, just between me and you, I don't think any of us know what we want to do

As a kid I used to be a poet
But with how hard it is for me to talk now you just wouldn't know it
Picking up hobbies like their mints from hotel lobbies
I can take a deck of cards and magic trick it, but that is certainly no meal ticket

to barter strongly once for hedgerows green;
where dry-stone walls entwine the bleating fields,
pray wander day to chance a badger seen;
near-timeless river flows 'round chestnut yields.

hear amber leaves fell blanket my path set;
spry squirrels dart along a mighty bough.
out woodland copse reveals serene vignette;
idyllic landscapes; bluff and heath plateau.

black crows' flock swallowed by the settled fog,
gales undress oak in endless leaf supply,
to witness season on moss-covered log;
as water falls with thunderous rage from high.

now dreaming to restore a muse sublime;
of flourished natural beauty braced in time.

I once had a vision
that also had my end.
I was sold on a fantasy
on spoons minds could bend.
My wild imagination
did sadly comprehend
On a rock star of a trend.
Couldn't see it was all pretend,
devil's advocate of a mission.

I can't come running back,
I'm far too gone for that.

I was promised a legacy
from a beast of heresy.
Riches and accolades
A mansion with maids,
Devoted fans & family
but it all ended horribly.

I had my pride & wide of eyes
and sold a blinded pack of lies
The devil promised and retracted
and now in 4 walls I've come to hate
boiling up my soul and all of my sins.

Through a darkened haze set on the night
A road of gold winds through cast by vehicle light