The sunny time's no old news
She is doing the walking in her
instant replay just pray for her
The Instant "Karma Shoes"

Any or too many Travelers' Advice
       ---    ....   _   _gone.. down
You set your own sunset like a price

A lovely lady bringing out
Her sunset went lower down her
body waves
What's inside us that craves?
It's time for you to figure out
her clues

Like he's the detective

A mind is a terrible thing to waste
Being selective pickier
The colors of the sunset change tricky
Burning heart love can be massive
What lines ahead of both of them
The crimes build like a guild

To run or to paint a lovely stay put
Eyes move the sunset
Like a crystal rock shield
Medieval love don't move
Changes the sun yellow yield
The women so beautiful
as they are to hold
  The King-set the chair or cheer
drinking
International  lip to lip he gets
The waitress jumps in an instant
Him or the hugs of bears or  beers

In her honor the Tapestry
What an artistry pink reds
burnt orange
The Venus of Dynasty

Instant Karma thinks he's
the Genious that prodigy
It will get you in your
boxers inside
Like a top student of biology
Like she's the
instant pudding smooth
To mix movie buff
The network like a NetFlix
She had another brainstorm
That's another flavor
puddling to fix
What are you waiting for?
What a gentleman opening
up her door
The Business workers, metals of hearts
Like steel robotic digging for metal heart
the undertakers tearing words apart
The true pledge leaders and
pitter scatter
heartbreakers
Was better watching the
Dog breeders your watch
Something changed at midnight
Cinderella without her clock

Who are the dreamers waiting for there love the sunset
It hot you don't get it yet? You need to cool off

The chocolate to die for the vanilla we cry for
In an instant, he opens her most dangerous door
Watch your heels clicking time bomb floor

You decide the bet never the ring box set
Lord of the rings we are never ready
at the same time near the sunset

The Dragon Lady like a picnic of flies
Vanilla sky

Dinner at eight Jean Harlow
How did she get into the picture
Don't ask why?

Just mellow transcend the prime
picture yellow
Like wings, you smile the butterfly
Your steps will get you just realize

In his Gucci shoes in the sandals
That sunflower hits her every hour
The instant smile resort
Be a sport, the sunset goes down
Can we change someone's heart
Another bone to throw dog watchers
X-Box you're moving to watch your
weight watchers
Your sunset all blood sweat and
tears beard trimming

The Dalmatian keeps taking your spots

How many times to be outfoxed
That sunset will be my last lick shot
Another heart to repair
Have dignity it's hard to work miracles
Don't fall for Autumn
when its the summertime

Her pink blush you heard it through
the grapevine wine
I heard her through the grapevine
How many times did she want him to be mine?

Sweet Caroline loves her lemonade
Flowers at her stand how lovely
Adds character like a big fun parade
They are  growing how her brain works
losing hope
The trees wake you up the color's alive

She's blooming innocent
until we meet again my sunset after 5
  The first time so instantly I saw her face
Those instant messages you need to feel
to regain consciousness your
skin of a  baby seal

She's the cloud passing her
whip cream delicious
But you have been whiplashed
Love should be clean something
cruel leads to mean

Seeing the change to have perished
The sunset disappears when my love
grows deeper it moves to vanish

But someone plays with your head
like a game *Instant Karma
No time for daydreaming
Like a bundle of cute Pomskies
Part huskies and Pomeranians
The sunset is coming
In the strangest place
You've been backhanded
the card game kingdom

Like a demonic joke
Or going broke life is a
comic book Fandom
I phone ring every day
in June

But your not ready its way too soon
Another instant Karma I Tunes
Miss Apple Jubilee so materialistic
you had me
The tapestry box
Poems of letters paradox
Who is truly the go-getter
Someone is springing like a
change of season
The four seasons love liaisons
For the right reasons
Like a new renovation
Internationally speaking
the whole entire
Sunset lips look divine waiting wet
Please don't dampen her spirit
To Remember September to relive it

The Morning glory Sapphire

Her energy got riveting so cheek razzled
Like the magician lost his love facts
Instant Zazzle Red Riding hood
Looking down going to Grandmas house
But down and out like the sunset of the Gods
How the sunset keeps coming love is more puzzling?*

This is a small figment of your imagination
A small town is divided like division
But the huge love
Came with the Divination
Ruled by the bark and paws mission
Something got caught
Bone to pick near her sunset
They left the love was too much
The camera wasn't set up

The love Men they ran with the box set
of boxers and ruff with
mans best friend their boxer bark
Their home is their bark

The **** kids gaol



Once upon a time there was this kid named Brian Mandler who was 14 years

Of age and was sort of obsessed with figuring out a way to catch and reform

Really dangerous criminals.   When he explained how he’ll do it to his family,

They told him that they don’t want to hear it and they all leave the room and

Brian went to his room and got onto his computer and started to track

Down some dangerous criminals and as well as that he will watch Australia’s

Most wanted and unsolved mysteries to make sure he is up to date with the

Goings on and when he catches them he will give them a pill which puts

Them to sleep and it makes them dream that they are on TV and Brian

Can watch it to keep him informed on their goings on.

When he saw the first criminal who was named David Perton Brown who

Was a real evil child snatcher who loves to pray on vonerable kids who

Haven’t got good lives as well as robbing them  and leaving them to die

and then he’ll do about 180 on the freeway trying to **** families

On their way to their holiday destination and quite often he succeeded but

This time Brian got onto his computer and said that he wants to get David

And put him on a early morning childrens show called the Saturday Morning

Cartoon hour where he’ll meet people left, right and centre and most of those

People will be children and he’ll have guests who will give him heaps for the

Crimes that he did and also he’ll have a visit from the police every 4 Saturdays

To really check up on him but he had to make the kids unaware by posing to

Make sure that kid’s say no to drugs and lifts with strangers and that meant

That the host could try something outside.

As well as that Brian put him on a nightly music show because some of his

Victims are now teenagers who like music and Brian made him the sort of

Host that will constantly goof up a lot.  The program was called The Talent

Quest and he’ll be teamed up with 2 police officers who are making sure there

Is no funny stuff going on.

Brian planned to keep him in his little gaol for a long time till he starts to settle

Down a bit.

The next criminal is Joshua Tartwright who is a vicious modern day pirate who

Takes adults over 40 and holds them captive in his little boat and he has been

Doing this for about 12 years and Brian got onto his computer and told it

That he wants Joshua to on the pirates of the Carribean TV series and keep him there till he realises that he is no match for those pirates

And he doesn’t feel like kidnapping them anymore but this was hard to get him

To take the drug and Brian had to get to rough police officers to hold him down

And then force feed him till he his knocked completely out and then his life as

A television star started.   Joshua was excited about being on a pirate show and

He wanted to email all his friends but he was stuck in another world and also

He was the one the pirates wouldn’t leave alone and he felt weird and wanted

The drug to wear off but we all know that when it wears off it’s dinner time.

As he started the pirate show it was hard for him to be his own man because he

Was kidnapped straight away it was hard for him to understand what this

Dream meant and was trying to tell Brian that he wants his blood.

Brian jumped on the computer and said how about we keep him captive there

For 2 hours and then it would be dinner time and h’ll enjoy that.

Meanwhile Brian wasn’t scared one little bit and watched the television to

Catch another criminal and it was Mark Dellar who tried to make John the

Baptist (the religious fellow) look evil by coming into the Christian church and

Preaching that John the Baptist was evil and every thing that he did

John the Baptist was telling him to do it and the Christians were very

Upset and screamed so loudly as Mark stole money from everyone in

There and Brian got onto his computer and said that he wants to put

Mark in his gaol and make him a religious guru to be put onto Television

At 5 am every weekday morning as well as listen to good people’s

Prayer requests and he must help them as well.   The first request was a

Man who is terminally ill and there is no way he will get out of it and

This man yelled at him in the prayer request that he sent and Mark

Tried to tell him that he has nothing to worry about because God

Is on your side and Brian got onto his computer and made the walls

Cave in and knocked Mark out and the man just ran away saying

We won the first battle and Mark woke up and he had a cup of coffee

And a biscuit waiting for him and he was relieved but there were more

Strange cases in his dream and Brian is there to reform him.

Brian thought it was a good job he gave him as a Television preacher helping people get better than making people feel Worse which what he was doing..

Brian watched more of Australia’s most wanted and saw a group of

Violent and dangerous armed robbers who were knocking over 7

Eleven stores and rich people’s houses as well as stopping the

Families from going out and having fun and Brian had his little

Plan to get them in his little gaol.     He wanted to play them at their

Own game by pretending he was a rich powerful man because

He had more dangerous things than any robber like his booster

Shot in which Brian wanted then to be cops in televisions cop

Drama ‘cop department” in which they deal with dangerous criminals

Like them each day and Brian thought that they will reform if they

Knew the kind of trauma they were putting their victims through and Brian

Keeps them there forever if they don’t reform even if it eventually kills

Them so the crooks can’t escape because Brian is too powerful for

Any of them.

Brian sat their laughing at the armed robbers playing cops and at

One moment they were locked in a security vault which had a

Bomb in it which is set to explode in 20 minutes and Brian went

On the computer and said let the bomb go off and then they will

Be put back in their beds and we will have lunch for them before

We torture them some more and then Brian sat down and said

What a job well done but there are still heaps of dangerous criminals

He needs to catch yet

Brian turned on America’s most wanted and there was the Texan ******

Who preys upon women in their 20s by luring them into his panel van

And keeping them ******* in his back shed till they are killed and Brian

Said that he wants to catch the Texan ****** and start him on stint on

General hospital where he will play a young woman who is the target

Of a never ending ****.

The police took the drug off Brian and went straight to the Texan rapists

House to give him the drug and at first he wondered why he needed to

Take these drugs because he wasn’t mental he said and there is nothing

Wrong with him and he refused to take them and tried to escape and

Then Brian got onto his computer to make him too slow to get away and

Brian was happy to get him onto General hospital and make the old ladies

Very happy.

When he first fell asleep there was a ****** at the end of his bed and wanted

To get within his sheets and really let him have it and the Texan ****** was

Screaming so loud stuff like” Let me go I’m a man not a woman but this

****** just heard the innocent lady scream and there was no way that he

Was to escape and Brian was laughing like crazy at the Texan rapists bad ordeal

And went onto the computer and said I want him to be attacked every day

To understand what it was like for his victims and they started to employ

People to play the rapists straight away and Brian was happy to see that this

Plan of his is working very well.

Brian was the envy of all his friends but noone apart from his best friend

Thomas knew about it because of the closeness of their friendship,

Brian’s secret was safe with him.

Brian and Thomas went to the park to have a drink under the tree

Together and talked about their lives and Brian isn’t aloud to talk about

His gaol life just in case anyone was around and at the moment noone

Could suspect anything.

After Brian had a break he watched more of Australia’s most wanted and

Saw there was a man wanted for bank fraud who is on the run in Brisbane

And Brian wanted to track him down and give him the drug that puts

Him in his little gaol where Brian will put him on as victim of fraud who

Was on Brian’s fake edition of 60 minutes until he realises that what

He did is wrong and that he will never do it again and when the police

Arrived at his house to give him Brian’s magical reforming drug he put

Up a fight and started to flee away on foot down the street that he lives

In with some police following him and others contacting Brian to use his

Powers to make him slower and catch him and give the drug to him and

Put the fraud man who doesn’t tell people his name into his little gaol and

When they did Brian was so happy of all the crooks he caught without

A worry in the world , Brian watched the episode of 60 minutes and

Really enjoyed him suffering because of all the people he made suffer

He needs a taste of his own medicine.

They asked him what is it like to be a victim of fraud and do you think you will

Ever see that kind of money again and he told them that he wants the money he

Stole so he could go to the Bahamas and cruise around looking for chicks and

Brian went straight to the computer and said keep ribbing him because it’s fun to

Make this guy suffer because what he did was terrible so rib something fierce.

Brian watched this music show and He was happy that the young people who were at the music festival were

Really letting him have it and this really entertained Brian a lot and

Then he switched it over to the Talent quest where our criminal was being

Told he was talentless and was upset with the whole outcome of it all, he

Threatened to jump off the top building and be dead forever and Brian

Went onto the computer and said that there is no way that he will die if he

Jumps off the roof to the ground, in fact he will just wake up and a guard will

Be there to keep an eye on him and now he was aware of the fact that noone

Could escape from Brian’s little gaol.

The Saturday morning cartoon show went very well with the child snatcher

Being teased by 2 11 year old girls and one 7 year old boy  and he nearly lost it and Brian was so happy that they were teasing him.  Then he told the kids that

He will **** them all and Brian went onto the computer and said don’t try any

Funny stuff because there is no escape for you now fella,and then he put

one of the cartoons which was our modern day pirate who was being tortured by Blackbeard and Brian was happy because this man needed to know why he is

in this little gaol of Brian’s, and then he went onto his computer and said to

Blackbeard too never let him get free because what he was doing to these

Adults was a very bad thing and then he went back to his chair and laughed at

Blackbeard the pirate torturing this modern day pirate like a lamb to the

Slaughter.

Blackbeard also made to walk the plank and Threatened to cut his head off

Agreed that it could be fun to see him suffer.   Like what it was like for him

In the end of his life and the pirate said “please don’t **** me please don’t ****

Me I am a modern pirate and in days to come pirates have a lot of vegeance

Than in these times” and Brian went to the computer and told them to

Chop his head off once and then keep trying to do it so he could suffer

And that would be heaps of fun Brian thought.

Brian turned it over to general hospital where his Texan ****** was screaming

In the back boot of a car and noone could hear him except for Brian who was

Watching him and he got up and wrote on the computer “He wants them to

Feed his body to the sharks at 11.59 am so he could be ready for lunch.

He switched the TV over to the cop show where our armed robbers thought they are in the perfect job because there were no crimes around so they just sat down

And relaxed and Brian wasn’t happy and went to this computer and told

Everybody to put on a few situations to make them really suffer like they

Did to the police on Earth and then suddenly there was a call on the 000

Saying there was a mother and her 13 year old son locked in their panic

Room while the robbers were having a field day robbing the place

and the cops went straight there only to find out that this was their first

test, because when the reached them the crooks turned on them and

left the mother and 13 year old son in the panic room and Brian went

to his computer and said I want these so-called policeman to try to save the

mother and son instead of trying to **** the police and if they don’t they will

flunk the test.  So one of the policemen went into the house and tried to

save the mother and son while the other two were having a gunfight and the

policeman who was in the house saving the victims couldn’t get the door

opened and screamed for his mates to help him but they were too busy

having a gunfight in the front lawn with the neighbours scared for each others

safety, and Brian went to his computer and said give these ****** gunfighters

a wake up pill because they don’t seem to realise what is really important

here and that is saving the victims and not killing the cops like cowboys

and Indians you ****** fools.

While all the caught prisoners eating their meals Brian watched Australia’s most

Wanted to try to catch some more crooks and they told him about the

Charnwood child snatcher who lived in “as the name suggests” Charnwood

And he took street kids off the streets and he would tell them that he has the

Perfect home for them and as a matter of fact he would tie the kids up

And when they die of starvation or dehydration he would take them out

To the cow paddock and let the cows pick at them and When Brian heard

The details he got straight up to his computer and said that he wants to

Put the Charnwood child snatcher on a new show called Sugary who is

A very witty and smart seal who is befriended by this 8 year old boy who

Is the Charnwood child snatcher because Brian wanted to teach him

Not to destroy the family’s lives, like he did when he kidnapped their

Children from them.

Brian sat down and watched the first episode and they had this evil

Genous who wanted to take the seal and sell him for seal meat and

The boy was so determined to stop this crook he would stay out and

Guard Sugary all night and hours and hours went by and noone turned

Up and the boy was determined not to leave because Sugary was his

Favourite pet.

When the crooks got there the boy jumped up and said” If you want

Sugary you have to take me as well” and the men said “Whatever”

And shoved the kid in a bag with the attempt the **** him and then

**** Sugary soon after and Brian got up to his computer, don’t let them

Be killed, just keep him ******* till the end when the parents come to save

Them and make sure that sugary is safe as well.

Then Brian sat down and saw The father rescue the boy and Sugary from

This evil genious and the evil genious said I will get you next time boy

Next time heh heh heh and then you won’t escape from that.

The Charnwood child snatcher woke up and found himself locked in a room

And he looked outside and a lady has a cup of coffee for him and he took

The coffee and thanked the lady and sat down until it was time to take his

Reforming pill.

Brian was happy because the Charnwood child snatcher was forced to learn

The perfect family bond between parents and children.

About 5 hours later than that Brian sat down and watched the 6 o clock news

And they informed everybody with Christmas approaching there was man

Who escaped from prison who is a good santa claus impersonator and every

Christmas he would go to Santa School and pass the test and then he’ll be

Assigned to working in one of the shopping malls and that doesn’t sound

Like such a crime and Brian was thinking this is a happy story until he heard

The next bit where he will get the kids to put their name and address so he

Knows where to go on Christmas eve and then he studies when the kids

Will be alone in the house and comes to their homes

So that's the Kudu-Horn used on your Prize:
The Kind which no Mundial will ever blow
To pity their Ears; And Focus revise
But Senior Petrol in Love filled her Glow:
In turn flashed her Grin as a Cool Relief,
Humbled her Lady and recalled you Friend
Indeed, the Word so long etched in Belief
Was the Same Sharp Sound which caused Fans to spend
And did this Spike ever taught you to Boast
Though Genious the Temple Beggar reminds:
That Good Deeds Un-Posted are Noble Toast
But Kisses under the Fender are Fine.
I guess what's left to do this Summer's End
Is Toot that Horn; And Flames burn Flames again.

Genious, that Borrowed Word I will Subscribe
From the Land of Prayer, thanks be to you
With this Device my Social Tracker bide
To stomp Hypocrisy for Friends so True
Yet in Earnings for my Dimed Attitude
This Child did more than just create
Is to be True myself; And pursue the Good
Past Stunning Hassles our Frustrations relate
Must I consider to promote to Prime
If only Assets my Wallet can fill
At least I return the Favour in Kind
And try to maintain my Loyalty still.
Now with that done, our Voices carry on
My Heart uplift; Though Feelings weigh a Ton.

While my sad Muse the darkest Covert Sought,
To give a loose to Melancholy Thought;
Opprest, and sighing with the Heavy Weight
Of an Unhappy dear Lov'd Monarch's Fate;
A lone retreat, on Thames's Brink she found,
With Murmering Osiers fring'd, and bending Willows Crown'd,
Thro' the thick Shade cou'd dart no Chearful Ray,
Nature dwelt here as in disdain of Day:
Content, and Pleas'd with Nobler Solitude,
No Wood-Gods, Fawns, nor Loves did here Intrude,

Nor Nests for wanton Birds, the Glade allows;
Scarce the soft Winds were heard amongst the Boughs.
While thus She lay resolv'd to tune no more
Her fruitless Songs on Brittains Faithless Shore,
All on a suddain thro' the Woods there Rung,
Loud Sounds of Joy that Jo Peans Sung.
Maria! Blest Maria! was the Theam,
Great Brittains happy Genius, and her Queen.

The River Nimphs their Crystal Courts forsake,
Curl their Blew Locks, and Shelly Trumpets take:

And the surprising News along the Shore,
In raptur'd Songs the wondring Virgins bore;
Whilst Mourning Eccho now forgot her Sighs,
And sung the new taught Anthem to the Skyes.
All things in Nature, a New Face put on,
Thames with Harmonious Purlings glides along,
And tells her Ravisht Banks, she lately bore
A Prize more great than all her hidden Store,
Or all the Sun it self e're saw before.

The brooding Spring, her Fragrant Bloom sent out,

Scattering her early Perfumes round about;
No longer waits the Lasie teeming Hours,
But e're her time produc'd her Oderous Flowers;
Maria's Eyes Anticipate the May,
And Life inspir'd beyond the God of Day.
The Muses all upon this Theam Divine,
Tun'd their best Lays, the Muses all, but mine,
Sullen with Stubborn Loyalty she lay,
And saw the World its eager Homage pay,
While Heav'n and Earth on the new Scene lookt gay.

But Oh! What Human Fortitude can be
Sufficient to Resist a Deity?
Even our Allegiance here, too feebly pleads,
The Change in so Divine a Form perswades;
Maria with the Sun has equal Force,
No Opposition stops her Glorious Course,
Her pointed Beams thro' all a passage find,
And fix their Rays Triumphant in the Mind.
And now I wish'd among the Crouds to Adore,
And constant wishing did increase my Power;

From every thought a New-born Reason came
Which fortifyed by bright Maria's Fame,
Inspir'd My Genious with new Life and Flame,
And thou, Great Lord, of all my Vows, permit
My Muse who never fail'd Obedience yet,
To pay her Tribute at Marias Feet,
Maria so Divine a part of You,
Let me be Just -- but Just with Honour too.

Resolv'd, She join'd her Chorus with the Throng,
And to the listning Groves Marias Vertues Sung;

Maria all Inchanting, Gay, and Young,
All Hail Illustrious Daughter of a King,
Shining without, and Glorious all within,
VVhose Eyes beyond your scantier Power give Laws,
Command the VVord, and justifie the Cause;
Nor to secure your Empire needs more Arms
Than your resistless, and all Conquering Charms;
Minerva Thus alone, Old Troy Sustain'd,
Whilst her Blest Image with three Gods remain'd;
But Oh! your Form and Manner to relate,

The Envying Fair as soon may Imitate,
'Tis all Engaging Sweet, 'tis all Surprising Great;
A thousand Beauties Triumph in your Air,
Like those of soft Young Loves your Smiles appear,
And to th'Ungarded Hearts, as dangerous are:
All Natures Charms are open'd in your Face,
You Look, you Talk, with more than Human Grace;

All that is Wit, all that is Eloquence.
The Births of finest Thought and Noblest Sense,
Easie and Natural from your Language break,

And 'tis Eternal Musick when you speak;
Thro' all no formal Nicety is seen,
But Free and Generous your Majestick Meen,
In every Motion, every Part a Queen;
All that is Great and Lovely in the ***,
Heav'n did in this One Glorious Wonder fix,
Apellis thus to dress the Queen of Love,
Rob'd the whole Race, a Goddess to improve.
Yet if with Sighs we View that Lovely Face,
And all the Lines of your great Father's Trace,

Your Vertues should forgive, while we adore
That Face that Awes, and Charms our Hearts the more;
But if the Monarch in your Looks we find,
Behold him yet more glorious in your Mind;
'Tis there His God-like Attributes we see.
A Gratious Sweetness, Affability,
A Tender Mercy and True Piety;
And Vertues even sufficient to Attone
For all the Ills the Ungrateful VVorld has done,
Where several Factions, several Intrests sway,
And that is still it'h Right who gains the Day;
How e're they differ, this they all must grant,
Your Form and Mind, no One Perfection want,
Without all Angel, and within all Saint.

The Murmering World till now divided lay,
Vainly debating whom they shou'd Obey,
Till You Great Cesar's Off-spring blest our Isle,
The differing Multitudes to Reconcile;
Thus Stiff-neckt Israel in defiance stood,
Till they beheld the Prophet of their God;

Who from the Mount with dazling brightness came,
And Eyes all shining with Celestial Flame;
Whose Awful Looks, dispel'd each Rebel Thought,
And to a Just Compliance, the wilde Nations brought.

Patience to be Written makes your Hallmark great
There is a Reason why your Pinnacle Shines
For Eight Years my Trek to Romance, debate
Lands on this Heart-Store where She would be mine
You, the Good Luthor, a Genious at that
Wrote the Novel which many Hearts consign
No need for Feathers, Leather, Pen or Hat
This Shop is your Notebook; Your Magnum Design
A fitting Homage to Love's Best Element
Where Hopeful Couples brew their Best Story
Succeed, then many leave your Doors, content
Ready to return for one more Glory.
That Arrow still stings like your Love's First Bite
This Hope I savour to Grow Up in-spite.

Write lyrics like spreadsheets with number crunching
Calculate the isotopes
numerical accuracy in the vein of vain attempts to overcome
the show off tendencies of artist who exhibit flow to illicit
concern about existence beyond what they can see of pedagogical poetry
more concerned with numbers and patterns
who gives a **** what the stress is on the vowel in the third stanza  
lyrically despondent personal correspondents for a publication that says
more about what you know than what you feel
and who you are
computer says no, statistically impossible, synaptic haiku
five seven five
musical ronin
go go gadget of talent
extend-o-pole and flying nimbus as you train like son-goku
hyperbolic chamber where time is an illusion only to collapse
true Saiyans are warriors from the womb until death and after
over nine thousand and the scanner short circuits
write on the clouds with light so hot that it burns on thought
not contact
no constants, just variables, electron microscopes to try and hear the angels sing.
Large Hadrons small dreams, no love, just roman numerals
XIV, ***, Blood transfusions in the realm of “O Positive” and you're just a pessimist, negative Nancy at the end of evolution
Flesh and bone as a tent in your double helix of a genome,
flesh like clay in the hands of some master
but you know no master
no nations, under no gods but Darwin
all 23 chromosome pairs making 46 parts of your brain
screaming neurons fire
WRITE
WHAT
YOU
ARE
If you should so choose as to end not with a bang but a whimper
then your memory is forfeit
contribute in some meaningful semblance of sarcasm and sinsethesia with anesthetic medications of pop remedies and voided memories
of sinthesisia
Smell the colours and taste the sounds of pen on paper
when you never own a pen or a pad
just a bright white rectangle you stare at for hours on end
No thoughts just Digg and Reddit
your only contributions a thumbs up or a red thumbs down
like buttons
but no dislike, because if you've got nothing nice to say
then say nothing
unless you're outrage and full of spite
and morose
at the state of human nature
beauty and song thrown out in an effort to leave nobody behind
and so we have a generation coming in
at the age of 5, who are told new math
new science
wrote memorization of equations
no thought process, no argument about relation
theory of relativity, the genious mind just numbers and letters on a page with squiggles and lines that don't have to mean anything more than they mean on the book
we have a generation with no lust, no hope
Do they dream in black and white?
do they dream at all?
is the consequence of IQ tests and graded paper intelligence
the thirst for knowledge and creativity?
WE HAVE TO SCREAM
at the injustice
Burn it to the bricks and ashes
we hurl through the windows
in the streets and in the parks
car radios and clock towers sold
for cheap homemade *****
dance around the fire like the wild things are
LET THE WILD RUMPUS BEGIN
but then we're still hollow
no happy medium, just excess
in the pursuit of Dionysus, trepination,
demon possession is illegal in the eyes of the police and federal law
spread your legs and lean against the car
as they frisk you and plant the seed
of doubt
in the cuffs of your jeans
You have the right to remain silent
but I hope you don't
refuse
question
resist

With Good Business brewed is Good Business told
Confirmed the New Mentor who taught us well
Such swig a Sterling Medicine behold
But knowing our Skills his Avid Trust spell
Forsought this Blue Trade our Clients rely
Was that our Webbed Gifts can reciprocate
That within those Months our Service apply
To increase the Bank's volume aggregate
Such now our Eagle wears; Tri-Coloured Schemes
Weaved in pleats forth to Genious unique
And if we can prove to maintain those Seams
Will he be Proud of our Learning oblique.
Once that's done, to the Pub he tips his Zest
All the more content our Minds would not guess.

Dear Diary,

It seens that I appear to be stuck in my own mind. Trapped perhaps, in this horrible thought process of mine.
Been locked up in a cage of hatred towards myself. What was it that I had done for a concequence like this one?
Seeking answers never given. Searching for clues never placed.
But like a maze, found a reason to keep walking till freedom was found at last.
But no, not in this case. Yes I did find the exit to this maze and I had a reason to do so. However freedom was not a reward.
It was much more than that.
It was an answer to all that had been questioned. An answer to a prayer laid to rest. A message in a bottle reached me, as it was read a smile drawn upon my face.
No smile had meant more than the one drawn that instant.
Drawn, in fact, by an artist himself.
Never had I called myself to bear such beautiful smile but he, had drawn it with the hands of an artist a genious.
An artist whose canvas was a human body, the skin of those who craved that sting in return for a memory. A work of art.
This artist managed to draw the most incredible smile upon my face that I had ever laid eyes on. Impressive I must admit.
But how was said artist capable of this?
With words painted in the back of my mind as he spoke, bursts of joy flew.
An artist who once loved this selfish being and who had permanently drawn her name on his own personal canvas with a beating heart.
An artist she calls superman.

-Kathia Mariana Landeros

him and i
it was a love story so rare
from our hometown to europe
two similar souls and a story to be told

him, the boy from upper class
a genious with toxic behaviours
me, the girl with the silent grace
an artist with messy mind

a story of love and cheating
in the second jazz age
we whispered secrets at night, and laughed in mornings
our love was red, burning inside out

i would write and he would read
he would talk and i would listen
our story still lives on in our hearts, yearns to belong
but beneath it there is a sorrow

Fame, whose Lion roars Colours, Soot and Ash
Beg one's Sanity to consume his Mane
If Senses apply; Then ***** Rainbows past
Soon bathe in Shades which dull his Time insane
As you dear Mentor let your Honours bare
As Powers denied his Wild Stones restrict
For his Best Interest; Though let his Spoiled Arms dare
Then waive such Counsel as Derelict
Though at Prime I once cringed at your Impress
Then later Opened my Eyes your Wisdom take
Affront Screaming Dames his Muscles digest
Which blur the Difference his Genious make.
And Genious indeed Spoil his Potent Gold
His Rock Star Plans set a Finer Behold.

At the tender age of thirty-one
I looked up from her pillow at
Barely twenty years of
Flesh and bone and smile.
I didn't need to spy.

Wearing nothing but herself.
Back straight, front to me,
Eyes locked with mine, though never
Once an uttered
Boy, my eyes are up here,
As they travelled across the this-is-me-ness of all of her;

All composed in some wicked
Genious proving that
God created all designers.
And that nothing exceeds the beauty
Of Woman.

I never forget thinking
This could be the one I watch
Dress and undress
For the rest of my life.

I still don't need to spy.

I had a few of my poems
Published in an Australian
Student project underground
Art-paper in '97.

One of my Melbourne High School
Teachers said he felt I had
One foot in Rumi's world,
The other in Bukowski's.
-
i could either be
a drunken genious
at the track
not winning
yet certainly
drinking
my health
borderline
euthanized
and writing to sustain it.
the magic and
honor in not
being an honored
magician.
-
But the sun-warmth within her palm
Makes everything she lays it upon
Feel as if kitten's belly-
Soft and as inviting to love as the
Newest-born infant on Earth
With her touch.
All is Day.
I need her too much to find sleep.
-
****. I do love them both.

Unfulfilled

There is life among the three.  Two
now brilliantly white.  Winter is hard.
Survival happens, unlike the front-yard bush.
Cold did execute leaves and branches.  Survival
keeps all three away from trucks and men with blades
destine to transport to heaven or hell
where survival is eternal.

One older unwiser, grounded along
the fence, survives with blossoms rare.
Verdant, fated to disregard, hides
among the choice beauties.  Summer will be long
alive without show.  Like a middle child amid genious.

YOU SEE AFTER BEING FEELED AT THE CATHOLIC CHURCH, BRIAN NOBLE WAS GETTING THESE

STUPID DELLUSIONS, THAT HE WAS TREATED LIKE A SHY PERSON, WHO MUCKS AROUND IN YEAH

MAN TO A KILLING, YOU SEE BRIAN NOBLE, WHILE HIS FAMILY ARE GETTING ON WITH THEIR LIVES

BRIAN NOBLE IS FORCED BY THE POWERS OF EVIL TO BE TREATED LIKE A SHY PERSON, AS OPPOSED

TO A FAMILY PERSON, CAUSE HOW MANY TIMES BRIAN NOBLE SAID HE WAS A LITTLE FAMILY KID, THEY

KEPT OF TELLING HIM, THAT HE WAS A HOOLIGAN, AND THEY ARE TRYING TO TAKE OR WASH THE LITTLE FAMILY KID

OUT OF HIM, YOU SEE, BRIAN NOBLE WASN’T PERFECT AND YES, HE MIGHT HAVE BULLIED A FEW PEOPLE

BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN HE SHOULD SUFFER FOR THAT, SO TO GET RID OF THIS SHYPERSON FEEL, THAT HE

WAS GOING TO GET KILLED, HE WENT TO PUBS PARTYING, BUT THAT DIDN’T SEEM TO WORKM BECAUSE

IN THE PUBSN HE ******* A LOT OF PEOPLE, BUT IN HINDSIGHT, HE SAID HE WAS VERY SORRY

AND DESPITE HIS EFFORTS OF TRYING TO PUSH THE SHYPERSON OUT OF HIM, IT NEVER WORKED,

CAUSE BRIAN’S MATES WERE HAVING A FUN TIME TEASING BRIAN, BY PUSHING HOOLIGANS IN HIM

AND BRIAN YELLED OUT, LEAVE ME ALONE, BUDDHA OR GOD I AM NOT A SHY PERSON, BECAUSE, I WAS

A TAD SHY, AND I MIGHT LOOK SHY, BUT I ALWAYS HAVE SOMETHING TO GET ME BY, YOU SEE, I WOULD

THINK IT’LL BE FUN FOR ME, TO SHARE MY WORKS AND MAKE MONEY HELPING PEOPLE WRITE THEIR STUFF

OUT OF THEM, YOU SEE BRIAN NOBLE HATES HEARING VOICES OF HIS PAST, ESPECIALLY WHEN

THE COOL PEOPLE IN HIS LIFE, ARE THE MENTALLY ILL PEOPLE, WHO WATCHED SHOWS WITH HIM

WITHOUT WORRYING THAT HANGING WITH BRIAN WILL SPOIL THEIR REPUTATION, BRIAN NEVER CARED

FOR HIS REPUTATION, MAINLY BECAUSE, A REPUTATION, IS MORE IMPORTANT AT SCHOOL, ONCE YOU

YOU HIT ADULT LIFE, A REPUTATION, SHOULDN’T MEAN MUCH, YOU SHOULD GAIN SKILLS OF EXPRESSION,

SAYING, WHO GIVES A RATS *** ABOUT WHAT PEOPLE THINK OF ME, BRIAN THOUGHT, AND WENT HOME, BUT

HIS MATES, WERE IN BRIAN’S MINDS, SAYING YOU ARE A SHY HOOLIGAN, YOUR STILL LIKE YOUR OWN FAMILY

OR A SHY US, AND BRIAN TOLD THESE CRAZY VOICES THAT HE LIKES DOING CREATIVE THINGS LIKE ART

AND WRITING, AND, THEN ONE VOICE GAVE HIM A FEELING OF TOUCHING HIS *****, AND THEN FEEL HIS BEAUTIFUL

THIGH, BRIAN SAID LEAVE ME ALONE, LEAVE ME THE **** ALONE, I DON’T WANT YOU TO **** ME, SUNSHINE

AND THEN THE VOICE SAID, WE ARE GETTING YOU BACK FOR WHAT YOU DID BACK WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG, AND

BRIAN NOBLE YELLED OUT, FUCKEN LEAVE ME ALONE YA *******, FUCKEN LEAVE ME AKONE, AND STOP

USING YOUR IMAGINERY POWERS TO FEEL MY **** AND THIGHS, ****, YOU SEE, THEN THE VOICE SAID

I WILL GET THIS KNIFE AND PUT IT RIGHT IN YOUR NECK, BRIAN SAID, I DON’T WANT TO BE A COOL KID LIKE THIS

IF I HAVE TO HEAR THESE ROTTEN VOICES, I AM QUIET HAPPY TO BE A FAMILY PERSON WHO LOVES COMPUTERS

AS OPPOSED TO BEING TORTURED BY YOU FUCKEN HOOLIGANS, I DON’T **** PEOPLE OFF, BUT EVEN IF YOU THINK

IT’S TEASING ME, IT’S MAKING BRIAN’S MATES VERY HORRIBLE PEOPLE, TRYING TO KEEP BRIAN LIKE THE SHY KIDS

WHEN BRIAN NOBLE, DESPITE IT BEING NORMAL, FOUND THE COMPUTER PEOPLE, MUCH BETTER PEOPLE, THAN THE

PEOPLE IN HIS HEAD, BRIAN DOESN’T CARE FOR HIS REPUTATION, AS HE HEARS HIS MATES IN HIS HEAD TRYING TO BE

LIKE HIM BACK WJEN HE WAS YOUNGER, SAYING STILL NOT A YOUNG DUDE MATE, AND BRIAN GOT SICK OF THESE VOICES

AND TRIED TO TALK HIS WAY OUT OF THESE VOICES, AND SOME MEAN **** SAID SHUT UP, YOUR STILL LIKE US, AND HIS BEST MATE

AT SCHOOL SAID TO BRIAN, SHUT UP, CAUSE YOUR STILL NOT A YEAH MATE YEAH KID, YOUR STILL A COOL KID, AND BRIAN

GOT REALLY ANGRY AS HIS VOICES SAID TO BRIAN, QUICKLY BRIAN BE LIKE US, SO NOBODY CAN HASSLE YA, AND BRIAN

SAID, HE IS NO HOOLIGAN, HE IS A FAMILY PERSON. HE DOESN’T MEAN NO HARM ON THE STREET, AND BRIAN MEANS NO

HARM ON THE COMPUTER EITHER, YOU SEE THESE VOICES ARE GETTING INTO BRIAN’S BODY AND SAY, YOU ARE STILL SHY

YOUR STILL GETTING TEASED, AND THE PEOPLE WHO NEVER TEASED BRIAN NOBLE AS A KID, GOT REALLY WORRIED AND STARTED

BY TRYING TO COPY BRIAN NOBLE, AND SAYING BE LIKE US, BRIAN, ME AND HIM, CAUSE, WE ARE STILL KIDS, BUDDY. AND BRIAN

NOBLE SAID, PLEASE DON’T **** ME, PLEASE DON’T HAVE ME KILLED, FOR YOU SEE, IF I BE A SHYPERSON LIKE DAD TREATED ME

LIKE, I COUKD GET KILLED, I AM SORRY FOR MY VIOLENT OUTBURSTS, I AM SORRY FOR GRABBING AND TYING UP THAT BOY, I REALLY

DON’T APPRECIATE MATE, BEING TREATED LIKE A SHYPERSON MATE, CAUSE SOME OF THESE MEN USED TO GIVE ME THE FEELING

I WAS GOING TO BE KILLED ON THE STREET, MIND YOU I HAVE TO WATCH WHAT I SAY, BUT I AM DOING THAT, BUT THE MEN SAID, BRIAN NOBLE

SAID, EVERYONE, I DON’T WANT TO BE TREATED LIKE A SHY PERSON, OR I AIN’T INTO BEING TREATED LIKE I AM TOO WOOSEY TO WRITE,

BRIAN NOBLE RAN TO THE MALL AND YELLED OUT LEAVE ME ALONE, I WANT THESE PEOPLE KILLED BY AN AMERICAN ******, BRIAN NEVER

MEANT HE WANTED TO DO THIS, HE JUST WANTS THE VOICES OR ANY FEELING OUT OF HIS BODY, BECAUSE, WHAT BRIAN SAID HE LIKES BEING CREATIVE,

IT’S HARD TO UNDERSTAND, WHY BRIAN NOBLE WAS TREATED LIKE A SHYPERSON LIKE THIS, AND WHY THE CROWD TREATED LIKE A HOOLIGAN

YA SEE, BRIAN PREFERRED TO BE A FAMILY PERSON, CAUSE HE DOESN’T **** PEOPLE OFF ONE LITTLE BIT.

BRIAN NOBLE ONLY YELLS TO RID THE VOICES FROM HIS HEAD, AND HATES HIS MATES WERE BEING BRIAN’S DADDY, BY TICKLING HIS STOMACH AND

TRYING TO KEEP HIM WITH THE COOL BOYS, AND BRIAN NOBLE SAID, FUCKEN LEAVE ME ALONE YA RITCHARD KIDS, I HATE BEING TREATED LIKE A SHYPERSON

I JUST DRINK AT THE MALLWHAT’S WRONG WITH THAT, I HATE BEING TREATED LIKE A YOUNG DUDE, I AM A MIDDLEAGER, BUT YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS

CAUSE YOUR STUPID, BRIAN YELLED OUT, AT THE TOP OF HIS VOICE, CAUSE BRIAN NOBLE IS A COMPUTER GENIOUS, PRETTY MUCH LIKE BRIAN ALLAN

FROM CANBERRA, HE IS BETTER THAN ANY ONE OF THESE VOICE, WE ARE ALL OVER THE INTERNET, ART WRITING AND YOUTUBE ENTERTAINING

PLEASE STOP FEELING ME YA FUCKEN ****, CAUSE I AM A MAN YA FLAMING SEE

You wanted to separate Your sickness from your genius.
Donate to each of your brain hemispheres the resposibility
to deal with your differente delusions.
You wanted to be a little bit more morbid than genious or vice versa.
Never is such equal amounts.
You wanted fame, whatever it was the side of the coin.
You wanted to defended the colors of Manson.
You wanted to defended the colors of Sagan.
But You are stucked in a spiral where you aspire to breath
the air that only the freedom, of being something without conscience to self judge
or being something the world wont even dare to judge, can give.
But You are not so morbid... or so genius.
You're just like everyone else. In equal amounts.

simple words
simply amazing....
subtley genious..
quietly outspoken...
decievingly obvious...
broken but so together...
simple words are the only way to describe..
An indefinable anomaly that is you...
Say more nonsense its the advice that gets me through.....

no its not black
it cudn't be white
grey hz been the line fr me to stay!
i ain't no fun
i ain't no bore
judgement z what i make neway!
not a coward
neither do i fight
somehw i knw hw to survive!
no sort f genious
definitely not dumb
but what's important z that i hv a say!
i don't hate
i can't love
calculated its been what i ever felt!
rich is minus me
poor i dun include
either way fr me is rude!
not f sins
no way a saint
to get away wid extremities, i wzn't meant!
nice doesn't appeal to me
being crass certainly is insensitive
IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE probably, i shud live!

You dont understand Chris
You are the best thing for me
You are a collection of dusty white illusions, desires, love on window panes
the color and tinge of which I am so excitable about
putting up in our new home
your face inspires me to write
like the angels
your face inspires me to be free
the compassion,
if only you knew less,
and more of how much it makes me
sad
because you relinquish the love in my heart
by
folding it half in half, half in half
till there is nothing for the world to be seen
reverted back to where I've been
touched by an untouch
closed
because all of the love that I've known
is not tangible
never tangible enough

I've waited months
I've waited near a year

because how can someone own up to all my dreams
materialize them as all I see
need me
but not enough to enter into security
the commitment of short chance
the security of knowing nothing will always last
and that doesnt make me seem bitter
feel bitter
in the upturned corners of my heart
its that something
something keeps you from rolling into me
something to conceal yourself from me
its not what you want
its not what you feel

if that's the case then why cant I leave?
why cant I walk my spirit out of your life
without you noticing every detail
without some sadness in my wake?
because you want to brush your angelic knuckles across my streaming skin
because you need my mind to guide you, to get inside you
because you dont know
but you like it when you touch me
you talk to me like a concerned parent in your sleep
when I'm fine
quiet, assuming of the worst
because this would, and was the very first
that he's all that he projected himself to be
he loves, and so tenderly, so carefully, so fully
so it makes sense
that he wont give of himself to an item that includes me
and its not me,
you say honestly
but you cant say it isnt you
your perceptions
of what are boundaries
and zipties
isnt true
I'm not like your women
I know what it means to love

I give you air, I give you breath
I give you laughter, and the wind
I give you earth, I give you security
I give you pools to soothe your ridgid mind, to let the heaviness sink and be left behind
a place to allways land, to always fall
EVen when you loose your precious mind
Always know I'd be there to closely follow behind
I give you understanding
I give you your genious
because I have enough of it to not take yours for mine
I know what it means to love
I know what it takes to love you
even if you dont know, its true

mixed up beautiful man
just silence yourself and lets walk away
hand in hand
because I wont take up half your bed
I wont make you build a second-life
from the lies you have to tell your parents on behalf of me
and I wont kick and scream when time comes for life to carry you away from me
and I wont put taxes on my body, because if its my land
you can have it freely
and I wont tell you one thing, then judge you based on another
I wont follow you around the house
I wont take your money
or make you pay my way
because you are darling to me, because both you and I are different from they

Gay time parade's wherewith the colors fly high,
Masks of all columbine where artist's passeth by!!!

Temptious women wherewith two world's become one,
As shadow's read the mountains of guru's and lost son's!!!

Timeweeping keepers of pocket\switch blade's,
Wherein haircut's are riddles, as lips turn to fade!!!

Scientific genious of law's gone thwarted,
Olympian of krip-tonight,
Oh calamitous runt!!!

Enter not ,
Sais the hourglass auspices ventriloquist!!!!

All Hater's pique despite peanut buttered pies!!!

Societal havoc of sweated Baguette's,
Wherewith sweater's touch winter letter's,
Of lost cigarettes!!!

White lies are highly mounted to protect ourn outter shells,
Where hellion can possess thy inner best of masculinities feminine selves!!!!

White-out conditions,
Schemers to invention,
Taketh what thou hath.......
                                                And leave the scroll set scene!!!!

These stories contain a character so accurate,
so flawed,
so
beautiful that if any author tried to recreate him
or her, that person would be laughed off the stage.
Which,
excuse the sidenote,
probably means they are the only
genious in the room. The character is of course
you, and the answer is, of course…LOVE!
Now at this point I can see you are already fed up with me
and for that I understand.
I understand because of course
love is not the answer!
That lovey dovey *******
No, the real answer is even simpler.
Stories.
We live.
We Die.
We live and die for stories.
Love is how we should treat people.
To live one’s life
with as much love as possible
Your humble author included.
Love is Pandora’s hope.
Love is the elephant in the room of life.
Love is good.
Love is evil.
Love is death.
Love is life.
Love is not the reason for life.
We do not wake.
every morning searching for love.
We do.
wake every morning searching for.
stories.

So this Lady-of-Themes infused with Beat,
Whose Soft-Flamed Hands smoothen the Letter's Edge,
Whose Process define what Matters on Heat -
Like Ripe Seeds scattered take Root on the Ledge
Then enrich such Themes my Country indeed
Which plomb this Moment I can take to Pride:
Another Beauty marked Genious-of-East
And Future the Written Maiden abide
If Blessings - un-poped - then endowed onto her
For Utmost Talent was beyond belief
Still her Tongue the Innocent bid confer
To sand these Edges from Rough World's relief.
And by such Hands, let our Mothers invoke:
Youth indeed does Spell; And Spells out our Hope.

There is a man, standing on a street corner
business men stroll past him
house wives brush past him, toting large shopping bags
The man watches as the world leaves him behind
he is the only free mind left
Distractions keep even the most intelligent professor,
whose wise teachings once shaped generations of ambitious young men
from seeing one thing

No one realizes what this man does
Long ago, there was an empty world
that world went on a glorious journey, filled with many disatrous
and joyous moments.
There were great rulers, whose harsh decisions lead to the deaths of ignorant, yet innocent citizens
There was even a genious
His discoveries helped the world become more advanced
All of this has been forgotten, or dubbed as a "used to be" memory

Images of past and present fill the man's eyes
and he staggers back, knocking over a young woman's coffee,
which has been placed on her table and never touched.
The young woman is angry and she leaves the table,
almost forgetting her favourite purse

Unkown faces still cross the street
not knowing what has just happened before them
A man has understood that all Great Journeys
must one day
come to an End.

a newsper printed artical that the words change a vareity color every page.

2. I think teacher should have superpower which can show realiey stuff to children in class For example: In geogrephy class, when they talking about animal, and teacher is disappeared, and entry another world, to bring animals back in front of children.
Because if you bring more interesting and funny thing to the class, student   probaly pay more attention in class And

Student superpower:
I think studene should be more genious can understand all of lessons which are taught by teacher.

3. Jungle Bell
Because I like the temp, it's also my first X'mas song Every year, I listened       thousand times.

YOU SEE AFTER BEING FEELED AT THE CATHOLIC CHURCH, BRIAN NOBLE WAS GETTING THESE

STUPID DELLUSIONS, THAT HE WAS TREATED LIKE A SHY PERSON, WHO MUCKS AROUND IN YEAH

MAN TO A KILLING, YOU SEE BRIAN NOBLE, WHILE HIS FAMILY ARE GETTING ON WITH THEIR LIVES

BRIAN NOBLE IS FORCED BY THE POWERS OF EVIL TO BE TREATED LIKE A SHY PERSON, AS OPPOSED

TO A FAMILY PERSON, CAUSE HOW MANY TIMES BRIAN NOBLE SAID HE WAS A LITTLE FAMILY KID, THEY

KEPT OF TELLING HIM, THAT HE WAS A HOOLIGAN, AND THEY ARE TRYING TO TAKE OR WASH THE LITTLE FAMILY KID

OUT OF HIM, YOU SEE, BRIAN NOBLE WASN’T PERFECT AND YES, HE MIGHT HAVE BULLIED A FEW PEOPLE

BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN HE SHOULD SUFFER FOR THAT, SO TO GET RID OF THIS SHYPERSON FEEL, THAT HE

WAS GOING TO GET KILLED, HE WENT TO PUBS PARTYING, BUT THAT DIDN’T SEEM TO WORKM BECAUSE

IN THE PUBSN HE ******* A LOT OF PEOPLE, BUT IN HINDSIGHT, HE SAID HE WAS VERY SORRY

AND DESPITE HIS EFFORTS OF TRYING TO PUSH THE SHYPERSON OUT OF HIM, IT NEVER WORKED,

CAUSE BRIAN’S MATES WERE HAVING A FUN TIME TEASING BRIAN, BY PUSHING HOOLIGANS IN HIM

AND BRIAN YELLED OUT, LEAVE ME ALONE, BUDDHA OR GOD I AM NOT A SHY PERSON, BECAUSE, I WAS

A TAD SHY, AND I MIGHT LOOK SHY, BUT I ALWAYS HAVE SOMETHING TO GET ME BY, YOU SEE, I WOULD

THINK IT’LL BE FUN FOR ME, TO SHARE MY WORKS AND MAKE MONEY HELPING PEOPLE WRITE THEIR STUFF

OUT OF THEM, YOU SEE BRIAN NOBLE HATES HEARING VOICES OF HIS PAST, ESPECIALLY WHEN

THE COOL PEOPLE IN HIS LIFE, ARE THE MENTALLY ILL PEOPLE, WHO WATCHED SHOWS WITH HIM

WITHOUT WORRYING THAT HANGING WITH BRIAN WILL SPOIL THEIR REPUTATION, BRIAN NEVER CARED

FOR HIS REPUTATION, MAINLY BECAUSE, A REPUTATION, IS MORE IMPORTANT AT SCHOOL, ONCE YOU

YOU HIT ADULT LIFE, A REPUTATION, SHOULDN’T MEAN MUCH, YOU SHOULD GAIN SKILLS OF EXPRESSION,

SAYING, WHO GIVES A RATS *** ABOUT WHAT PEOPLE THINK OF ME, BRIAN THOUGHT, AND WENT HOME, BUT

HIS MATES, WERE IN BRIAN’S MINDS, SAYING YOU ARE A SHY HOOLIGAN, YOUR STILL LIKE YOUR OWN FAMILY

OR A SHY US, AND BRIAN TOLD THESE CRAZY VOICES THAT HE LIKES DOING CREATIVE THINGS LIKE ART

AND WRITING, AND, THEN ONE VOICE GAVE HIM A FEELING OF TOUCHING HIS *****, AND THEN FEEL HIS BEAUTIFUL

THIGH, BRIAN SAID LEAVE ME ALONE, LEAVE ME THE **** ALONE, I DON’T WANT YOU TO **** ME, SUNSHINE

AND THEN THE VOICE SAID, WE ARE GETTING YOU BACK FOR WHAT YOU DID BACK WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG, AND

BRIAN NOBLE YELLED OUT, FUCKEN LEAVE ME ALONE YA *******, FUCKEN LEAVE ME AKONE, AND STOP

USING YOUR IMAGINERY POWERS TO FEEL MY **** AND THIGHS, ****, YOU SEE, THEN THE VOICE SAID

I WILL GET THIS KNIFE AND PUT IT RIGHT IN YOUR NECK, BRIAN SAID, I DON’T WANT TO BE A COOL KID LIKE THIS

IF I HAVE TO HEAR THESE ROTTEN VOICES, I AM QUIET HAPPY TO BE A FAMILY PERSON WHO LOVES COMPUTERS

AS OPPOSED TO BEING TORTURED BY YOU FUCKEN HOOLIGANS, I DON’T **** PEOPLE OFF, BUT EVEN IF YOU THINK

IT’S TEASING ME, IT’S MAKING BRIAN’S MATES VERY HORRIBLE PEOPLE, TRYING TO KEEP BRIAN LIKE THE SHY KIDS

WHEN BRIAN NOBLE, DESPITE IT BEING NORMAL, FOUND THE COMPUTER PEOPLE, MUCH BETTER PEOPLE, THAN THE

PEOPLE IN HIS HEAD, BRIAN DOESN’T CARE FOR HIS REPUTATION, AS HE HEARS HIS MATES IN HIS HEAD TRYING TO BE

LIKE HIM BACK WJEN HE WAS YOUNGER, SAYING STILL NOT A YOUNG DUDE MATE, AND BRIAN GOT SICK OF THESE VOICES

AND TRIED TO TALK HIS WAY OUT OF THESE VOICES, AND SOME MEAN **** SAID SHUT UP, YOUR STILL LIKE US, AND HIS BEST MATE

AT SCHOOL SAID TO BRIAN, SHUT UP, CAUSE YOUR STILL NOT A YEAH MATE YEAH KID, YOUR STILL A COOL KID, AND BRIAN

GOT REALLY ANGRY AS HIS VOICES SAID TO BRIAN, QUICKLY BRIAN BE LIKE US, SO NOBODY CAN HASSLE YA, AND BRIAN

SAID, HE IS NO HOOLIGAN, HE IS A FAMILY PERSON. HE DOESN’T MEAN NO HARM ON THE STREET, AND BRIAN MEANS NO

HARM ON THE COMPUTER EITHER, YOU SEE THESE VOICES ARE GETTING INTO BRIAN’S BODY AND SAY, YOU ARE STILL SHY

YOUR STILL GETTING TEASED, AND THE PEOPLE WHO NEVER TEASED BRIAN NOBLE AS A KID, GOT REALLY WORRIED AND STARTED

BY TRYING TO COPY BRIAN NOBLE, AND SAYING BE LIKE US, BRIAN, ME AND HIM, CAUSE, WE ARE STILL KIDS, BUDDY. AND BRIAN

NOBLE SAID, PLEASE DON’T **** ME, PLEASE DON’T HAVE ME KILLED, FOR YOU SEE, IF I BE A SHYPERSON LIKE DAD TREATED ME

LIKE, I COUKD GET KILLED, I AM SORRY FOR MY VIOLENT OUTBURSTS, I AM SORRY FOR GRABBING AND TYING UP THAT BOY, I REALLY

DON’T APPRECIATE MATE, BEING TREATED LIKE A SHYPERSON MATE, CAUSE SOME OF THESE MEN USED TO GIVE ME THE FEELING

I WAS GOING TO BE KILLED ON THE STREET, MIND YOU I HAVE TO WATCH WHAT I SAY, BUT I AM DOING THAT, BUT THE MEN SAID, BRIAN NOBLE

SAID, EVERYONE, I DON’T WANT TO BE TREATED LIKE A SHY PERSON, OR I AIN’T INTO BEING TREATED LIKE I AM TOO WOOSEY TO WRITE,

BRIAN NOBLE RAN TO THE MALL AND YELLED OUT LEAVE ME ALONE, I WANT THESE PEOPLE KILLED BY AN AMERICAN ******, BRIAN NEVER

MEANT HE WANTED TO DO THIS, HE JUST WANTS THE VOICES OR ANY FEELING OUT OF HIS BODY, BECAUSE, WHAT BRIAN SAID HE LIKES BEING CREATIVE,

IT’S HARD TO UNDERSTAND, WHY BRIAN NOBLE WAS TREATED LIKE A SHYPERSON LIKE THIS, AND WHY THE CROWD TREATED LIKE A HOOLIGAN

YA SEE, BRIAN PREFERRED TO BE A FAMILY PERSON, CAUSE HE DOESN’T **** PEOPLE OFF ONE LITTLE BIT.

BRIAN NOBLE ONLY YELLS TO RID THE VOICES FROM HIS HEAD, AND HATES HIS MATES WERE BEING BRIAN’S DADDY, BY TICKLING HIS STOMACH AND

TRYING TO KEEP HIM WITH THE COOL BOYS, AND BRIAN NOBLE SAID, FUCKEN LEAVE ME ALONE YA RITCHARD KIDS, I HATE BEING TREATED LIKE A SHYPERSON

I JUST DRINK AT THE MALLWHAT’S WRONG WITH THAT, I HATE BEING TREATED LIKE A YOUNG DUDE, I AM A MIDDLEAGER, BUT YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS

CAUSE YOUR STUPID, BRIAN YELLED OUT, AT THE TOP OF HIS VOICE, CAUSE BRIAN NOBLE IS A COMPUTER GENIOUS, PRETTY MUCH LIKE BRIAN ALLAN

FROM CANBERRA, HE IS BETTER THAN ANY ONE OF THESE VOICE, WE ARE ALL OVER THE INTERNET, ART WRITING AND YOUTUBE ENTERTAINING

PLEASE STOP FEELING ME YA FUCKEN ****, CAUSE I AM A MAN YA FLAMING SEE

The pressure keeps rising,
Still I keep trying,
To silence the voices in my head.

I keep on disguising,
Hoping no one's realizing,
That on the inside I am dead.

Memories,  they swallow.
Emotions,  made me hollow.
My monsters are needing fed.

No matter my sorrow,
It's the same fight tomorrow.
Down a dark path I've been led.

Every breath I grow more tense.
Nothing seems to make sense.
I've felt the evil begin to spread.

All at another's expense,
My life has grown so intense,
This harsh reality I've come to dread.

Mistakes I keep repeating,
These demons I'm not defeating.
I know what lies ahead.

Myself I have been cheating,
My self worth I am depleting,
Wishing I had the courage instead,

To take on this pain,
To not go insane,
So I'm not hanging by a thread.

Tired of this game,
Everyday feels the same,
I have been horribly horribly misread......


By:
T.K.

Dubious mortals, t'is the world detest!
Souls clinged on ceaseless heeds
Sun sets then dawns still reckon, I say:
"In sync we'll quest, my friend."

T'is seeking life, they termed "tedious"
I label, "genious"! It's phenomenal!
God made limited edition seeds
And that's "WE", sprouted "confused".

We'll die nameless of society's creed
Ashes dispersed in the air they breathe
Hmmm, Unless you want a tomb w/
your grandchildren's footprints?!

Clear-cut answers, we'll never get. But still I owe to you this belief
                              that questions are worth asking.

For I met you saying "sorry"
And so, I always worry.
How bad the world could be to us,
That  you'll accept "no sorry"...

Exquisite inferno grip,
Canst thou holdeth mine hand and bringeth me adjacent to thine legs...
To locketh ring finger's
Connecting brain's.........
I shalt awaiteth as a ghost to his lost widow....
I'll bury mine head
Beneathe thy pillow
Longing back for thy affections....
Spiritual ressurection.....
As thine genious psyche is turned on just from me hiding.....
Though thou shalt let me out
A mut from his crate,
We shalt be sedated on fine date
Drunken by allegiance not in hallucinogenic form
But in authenticity's greatest law....

I don't know bottles comfortable stagger  its rewinds forgotten pain....
pollution of my veins now seems futile tense heartache chisels truth...
nicotine and ashes cloud the space I only visit on occasion....
headstones see my lies better than catholic crosses....
like a pornographic life I see it all uncensored and coldly explicit...
mental illness becomes far to clear thru self medicated tolerance...
a slam poetry intervention shines a spotlight on my failures...
I don't like the lifestyle or to be nested in hipster categories...
insane logic or a genious with dyslexia can be pointed at me blindly...
it really dosent matter if pain receptors became weak it was only a defense....
but in a science of space and matter... just give me some space and I promise you wont matter.....

"I'm sorry sweety
But you have a problem
You can't read
This is third grade
You don't even know what you read
You can't even spell

Please pick a hand
You can't write with both
This is your problem
This is the cause
Of your learning disability"

So I picked a hand
And wrote with left
Unaware of the fact
That I shared all other tasks
Between the two

So I asked for a book
For christmas and my birthday
Please give me fairy tales
And I read an hour a day
Two out loud
on the weekends

I read all about
Rapunzel and Sleeping Beauty
I read Pippi Longstocking
Cover to cover

Change of enviornment did the trick
Second year in a new country
And my lowest grade was 8,5
I read all afternoon
And wrote my heart out
I corrected past tendencies
Mistakes other kids got away with

So here's the silver lining:

You may not be the best at everything
But take the challenge anyway
I still struggle with this everyday
Each craft is a channel
For your genious

Never use the word "impossible"
You are setting limits
Where there should be none
For surely, the only thing that matters
If how much you enjoy it.