Sunshine tars the cars
Sloshes through trees sticky leaves
Congeals on concrete

Cyan sheet spread wide,
Concrete carpet turns to dust –
Morning gathers rust.

Folds of mouldering
grey clouds enshroud a pale sky
like cold curdled whey.

Heaven holds its breath
then spits petulantly down
upon frowning Earth.

Swollen, sagging sky
that's filled with fat, congealed clouds
ready for the rain.

Children’s slurping screams;
Laughter licks the quiet light
Words chew the silence.

While our eyes form the windows to our souls
In our hands we possess less nebulous portals;
For they hold a way to let the universe in
as we find and feel, define and deal
with the weight of all worldly things.
So if something is more than conceptual,
We choose to use our hands to express our souls;
A high-five, a handshake, a round of applause,
A raised fist, a punch (or a good ol’ ‘up yours’);
How we give and take, develop and break the bonds
that bind us, are all defined by the gestures we make.
And yet –
Though these gestures seem sure and strong,
This purest way in which to communicate
can be the surest way to make a mistake.

Heaven’s removal men;
Packing up the sunshine
into dark, dreary clouds.
Grumbling and mumbling
as they move the air about.
Dust sheets spread out far and wide
As their heavy feet trample
on a ***** sky.
Sunshine’s moving on –
It’s home got repossessed
by a storm.

Dead-end neuron streets, filled with
Banks of burnt-out brain cells.
Smashed, streetlamp synapses hide
The the homes where ideas dwelt.
But the drugs have now departed in
An exodus of ecstasy, a
Mass-migration of memories
That left nothing but
These empty streets,
And broken, bulldozed dreams…

Your reckless hit-and-run lust
That left my love like carrion
Lying lifeless in the dust.

Just a broken, ****** mess
For scavengers to feed upon
Gnawing at what's left;
The ghostly-white
Splintered bones
Of my misguided trust.

She began
By baiting compliments,
Moved onto
Angling for kind words,
Progressed to
Fishing for sympathy,
Resorted
To trawling for attention.

Her hunger for knowledge
Was as insatiable,
As the bounds of the universe
Were immeasurable.

I am an island.
I am a little spit of land,
Swept away by unsettled waters
and shifting sands;
Forced alone to
make my home
In an insubstantial sea.

Yet on my island
I am free; free to preserve
my eccentricities
in a nature reserve
made from nurturing love of
what I choose to be.

I am an island.
Borne away on wistful waves, I
travel onward,
Seeking a place where
there are others who are free;
And when I find them,
There I’ll stay, and
thereafter spend my days
Not as an island…
But as me.

I am an island.
I am a little spit of land,
Swept away by unsettled waters
and shifting sands;
Forced alone to
make my home
In an insubstantial sea.

Yet on my island
I am free; free to preserve
my eccentricities
in a nature reserve
made from nurturing love of
what I choose to be.

I am an island.
Borne away on wistful waves, I
travel onward,
Seeking a place where
there are others who are free;
And when I find them,
There I’ll stay, and
thereafter spend my days
Not as an island…
But as me.

I'd sooner have a crooner
Singing bad songs in my head
Than a tuna from a schooner
Leaving bad smells in my bed

I'd sooner have a crooner
Singing bad songs in my head
Than a tuna from a schooner
Leaving bad smells in my bed

My
Mind’s
Factory;

Mental
Conveyor
Belt

Quality
Control
Issues
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Patents
Still
Pending

Next
Idea
Please...

Imagine sighing
into a silent night –
and all the stars
suddenly take flight
upon your breath
to rest
upon the empty midnight sky.

Imagine how it would feel
to know
you hold the universe
in your breast
every time
you hold you breath.

Would it be too much
for you to bear?
Or would you dare
to open wide
your lips and eyes
and laugh
as you give birth
to your universe
with a simple, sensual sigh…?

Lying between white sheets,
Hiding inside
the covers of our love…
Our pale forms press close, as
with a flurry of skin,
We begin tossing
and turning,
‘Til we reach the end;
Where together
we shall discover
the ****** of our love.

Inner storm
So my skin
Forms the eye.

Tranquil flesh
Hides the turmoil
In my mind.

Your eyes –
Like brilliant blue clouds
in seamless white skies;
Flecked with a
spectrum
of sapphire hues, that
catch the light brightly
as a rare bird’s plumage.

You blink, and then
when those gold lids unfurl
again –
All I see are pearls,
As plain and
pure as worlds
that have never known
the folly of men.

I think, therefore I ummm
and what I ummm is as below:

That nothing good can ever come to anyone
who thinks their ego knows best –
and to those that do,
may I suggest
that they review the way they ummm,
As the rest of us can attest
that those who think their ego knows best
only show the rest of us
that they’re thinking out their ***.

The Sisyphean task ahead
Can sometimes leave me cold with dread;
But I won't panic, or lose my head
I'll just drop this burden of Doubt instead.

I let your bones lie
beside me…

And while your skin
spins its yarns, I
skim the **** of your charm,
from the broiling broth
of our bare bodies.

So come on –
And spin that wheel
with your winning spiel, as you
purr those perfect words
of perfidy.

So come on –
Embroider my eyes
with your lacework of lies, and
bury in me
those dewy seeds
of duplicity.

So come on –
The pair of us can be as wise
as three of the naivest monkeys.

So let’s lie together with our conceit
spread out around us
on pristine sheets,
And make love, as if love alone can be
the canvas of our deceit.

There once was a young man from Chile
Who was exceedingly silly
One day for a dare
He ran round the town square
With just a pink bow on his *****.


There was a young man from Peru
Who was terribly fond of U2
He wanted to see them
Play Rome's Coliseum
But the curve of the Earth spoiled his view.

From lonely depths
Came forgotten words
Of each false promise
She had heard.

Swept Away
On thoughtless tides
To far-flung shores
Where her dreams reside.

Softly, the shaking starts;
My sighs slowly rise as
Your energy inside me makes
Our skin pulsate with passion, then
Our bodies burst in tandem as
Our bones explode in ecstasy, our
Soul synchronize eternally, as
Everything that is you and me
Ignites into the night

So you’re looking to find a way in;
But a labyrinth lies beneath my skin.

Plus the whole of my heart is a maze;
A mish-mash of mishaps and misleading ways.

And my brain is one big ***** trap;
Full of illusions and calamitous cracks.

‘Cause you see even I’m lost in me;
So please – give up, get out and be free,
Whilst you’ve got this opportunity.

I am not lost property,
And I never was
So you have no cause
To lay your claim
On me.

I am not your property,
And I never was, so now
We're divorced, you must
Allow yourself to see,
That I'm not lost now,
I'm just

Free.

The line that lies 'tween
love and hate is not fine but
merely too fragile

Love is someone who has your back
by never trying to hold you back,
Love is someone who gives a ****
by never trying to give you ****,
Love is someone who helps you out
by taking time to hear you out,
And
love is someone who takes control
yet never tries to take your soul.

After a break-up
It takes time to mend
If you rebound too quickly
Your heart gets the bends.

And don't be ashamed
To face life on your own
For love's wounds will heal quickly
If you leave them alone.

She was married to death -
Given away on her wedding day
To one who took her breath away.

Now the only thing left
Is an expensive ring indicating
How she sold her soul for wealth

Midnight’s sensuous breath;
A sultry breeze
Whispering love songs
To ****** the summer trees.
Its transparent tongue
Gently licking along
lines of quivering leaves
until they shiver and sigh,
Beneath a cold, distant sky
That jealously gazes on.

Take a midnight swim
In an Ocean of Poems
Feel its currents flowing
From deep within.

Underneath my skin
There’s a tidal wave growing
And I follow it, knowing
I must sink or swim

How can you expect your reflection
not to detect your imperfections?
It’s a bit much to have such
unrealistic ideals, so I feel
if you find scrutinizing your face
takes you to a place
where you feel worse –
then just turn around
and make yourself the background,
so you’ll see
all the beauty
of the rest of the universe.

Drinking to forget;
Mnemonic gin and tonic
hasn't helped me yet

Midnight's milky eye
blindly stares across a sky
written in star dots.
Feeling with fingers of cloud,
Moon reads the braille of Heaven

Once upon a time,
I lined my waist with numbers;
I would waste my time
calculating endless sums
for my basic needs.
There would be fines for
overstepping boundaries –
a scaling back of
my supposed sense of greed.

Once upon a time,
I timed my pain with numbers;
Making sure I met
my set target every day;
for a balance had
to be closely kept
between input and output –
red flags would be raised
If I went into the black.

Once upon a time,
I was defined by numbers;
My life resigned to
mathematical strategies.
Now I understand
though I am not a number,
and I do not add up; yet
I count just because
I am me

Your flabby fingers,
That flip and flop
across the keyboard
like a family of famished maggots
fighting over a few morsels
of fresh meat in a
feast of festering
covfefe.

Vibrating glass skull
Magnifying my senses
****** off migraine!

Darkness has cast her slumbering spell,
The land lies dreaming beneath her hand,
Thick sable sheets have swaddled the stars
And waves lay like lovers on the sand.

Times seems swallowed by stillness and silence,
These gentle beasts feasting on movement and sound;
No breeze dares to be in reach of their presence,
Even mist lies motionless over the ground.

But soon comes the morning, and dawning of life,
As little sounds stir ‘cross the countryside
At the beach, the waves wake with a sighing of surf,
Then rise, and rejoice with the victorious tide.

A single teardrop
Is all it takes
To quench the thirst of
My tortured heart.

Too long I've kept my
Emotions caged
Lest their freedom makes
Me fall apart.

Lonely television set -
Lost within the gloom
Of a distant, echoing room,
Where a burbling voice is barely heard
Reciting sights it has seen –
Ghostly glimpses of what has been
But now is gone, yet somehow
Lingers on through a
Steady, languid stream
Of slurred and senseless words.

If you want to be free,
you’ve got to own yourself –
Take control of what you do,
Be responsible for you,
So then nobody else
can play you for a fool;
Gotta make the whole world see
that you will always be
yourself – and then to your own self be true.

Dreams drift like clouds
around our minds,
and wishes fly
like paper planes
across a summer sky,
leaving vapor trails
of hope
lying behind them –
their frail reminders
of that which we once wished
would come true;
but now only exists
in shades of blue.

Her seemingly seamless surface
Is sewn together by her scars;
Those lost, lonely highways
That she knows lead nowhere fast.
She’s a patchwork of reflections,
A mirrored maze of emotions –
Of eyes opened wide to
Every side that must be seen.
She’s a collage
Of her calamities,
A tableau
Of her torments,
She’s an everyday eccentric
But even so, she don’t resent it,
Because she knows once she accepts it
Then she’ll finally be free.

If you play with fire,
You’re gonna get burnt –
That was the lesson I learnt
when I was very young…

So I must be very dumb
to let you start
playing with my heart –
When that tongue of yours
spits out sparks
with every breath you take.

And every word you make
Catches on your lips and rips
against them like matches,
Blowing the glowing embers
of your lies tenderly
into my eyes where they catch against
my blind desire.

If you play with fire,
You’re gonna get burnt –
That was the lesson I ignored
when I was very young…

So I guess it doesn’t hurt
when I get burnt.

Or maybe I just prefer
being dumb.

Each morning I awake from my slumber
with a feeling -
A hunger
that's gnawing away at the core of me,
Screaming and pleading
to be fed.

But it's not in my guts;
It's just in my head,
A ravenous need
to chew over my dreams
and eat up
the meaty food for thought
that the night's dream catchers have caught.

Burrowing down deep,
that’s where he squeezed his feelings -
crushed them in his rib cage,
pulverized them into fears
that feasted on his festering flesh
til there was nothing of him left
but a squealing mush of grotesqueness
growing ravenous with rage

She moves in the midst of their maelstrom
With the calm serenity of space;
Unfathomable
Uncontrollable
And unrestrained,
Her mind dissolves their cloying chaos, then
Her soul transforms it into poetry.

Gently rising,
My slender legs tenderly swaying
and playing through
the cool blue
beauty of the ocean,
As I emerge
from my fantasea of dreams
Into sunbeams
Shining bright with
enlightened emotion.