The Behemoth of my brain
remains
to this day never slain
a constant drain
on my mental faculties
my mind is full of insecurities
my speech slurred with inaccuracies
but tactically I meander through the minefield
my wit my only weapon
without shield or protection
for the beast that lies dormant
waiting to escape
the cage of my subconscious
so I remain cautious
exhausted
from the constant battle
the haunting rattle of chains
that reverberate through my brain
like an oncoming train
but my feet are fixed to the tracks
no time to relax
gotta face facts
it's me or the beast
now released
let the fear begin
which starts within
a tiny seed that grows
with every thought or deed
its only chance to succeed
just you and me
a fight to the death
you steal my heart and my breath
what have I left?
one thought to survive
the reflex dive
as I submerge in water
I just caught yer
before you could commit your crime
I guess....
at least till next time.

Melon Collies
Mashed Potato
Lemon Lollies
Aspect Ratio

Burnt Toast
Green Crisps
Dry Roast
Scratched Discs

Missed Calls
Cigarette Smoke
****** Fools
That Annoying Bloke

Headaches
Nightmares
Bed Shakes
Bus Fares

***** Hands
****** Hairs
Flirty Grans
Bruised Pairs

Unwashed Pots
Dented Tins
Acne Spots
Overflowing Bins

Living Beyond Ones Means
Benefit Cheats
Being Obscene
Anger In Defeat

Long Ques
Cutting In Line
Being Rude
Wasting Time

Self Service
Disc Error
Being Nervous
Ugly Mirror

Discarded Wrappers
Paper Cuts
Hardened Slappers
Naked *****

Bad Taste
Sore Throat
Sad Face
Raw Goat

Smelly Feet
Missing Socks
Unclean Sheets
Talking *******

Flat Tires
No Ink
Tangled Wires
Loo Stinks

Muddy Puddles
Cracked Pavement
Minor Scuffles
Black Enslavement

Tax Returns
***** Glass
Chinese Burns
Half Mast

Fingerprints on Screens
Points that are Moot
Friends that are Really Fiends
Two Finger Salute

Melted Ice Cubes
Third World Poverty
People Being Rude
Unjust Sovereignty

Unpaid Fines
Hasty Follies
Doing Lines
Nasty Bullies

Mold on Bread
Lumpy Custard
Off My Meds
Cheeky *******

Painful Splinters
Dead Batteries
Rainy Winters
Springy Mattresses

Filled With Dread
Slow Divorce
Cold Bed
No Remorse

Saying Goodbye
Not Wanting to Part
No Reply
Broken Heart

The sky was blue the day we met
not a single cloud in sight
truth is all I saw was you
framed by the morning light.

Gray will be the colour of my hair
if you ever leave my head
sometimes I still stare
when I'm alone in bed
seared into my memory
like a red hot poker
you once lay next to me
now I can't even hold her
an indentation on these white sheets
from an angel just as pure
I used to watch you sleep
now I watch the light beneath the door
half expecting it to open
for you to somehow return
the other half lies broken
as the glow of candles burn.

Blue was the colour the day we met
but orange was the day you died
whilst I stood and watched the sunset
on my beautiful bride.

"You laid so peacefully
now you sleep solitary
taken with a piece of me
that piece I had to bury."