She was as crazy as a Norse horse
with a wild bleached mane and madeyes,
always willin to do anythin for ya
with a ''come on then''
her moods would drive you insane,
wrenching compassion and anger from your heart in equal parts,
spewing venom when talking of her ma,
it would hurt to listen,  yet it was easy to see this sulphuric froth
as just rage being rage.
In her kitchen she concocted over spilling potions
banana and coconut breads, her time was your time,
her table always spread, with baskets and jars,
Valerian by the bottle she sculled to help sleep,
baskets with moss and golf *****, Scottish tat in a heap
and beliefs, worn and threadbare like the carpets
in her tiny,  orange doored flat
with a gerbil called ***** and a hamster called pat,
and dear wee Jamie who spouted that Halloween mantra ''crap bat''
we filled and hung balloons with sweets and let the kids skewer
the hell out of them, it rained chocolate in the corridor for weeks,
and that is what I loved about her madness,
is that it dived and it did, and it speaked

When I am dead my dearest please don't show up to my grave,
knowing that I have lived a life full of misbehave.
Don't cry tears of joy but let them flow tears of hate living life trapped so I'm happy I escaped.
You were the dead tree in the backyard that I punched when I was mad, then I grew up and began to punch dad.
I don't give a **** if you will ever remember me, but I want you to know that I strangled myself with your rosery.

My life was a pit so it was constantly full of darkness,
so all I knew was to be obnoxious and heartless.
I never listened but heard your voice when I cried myself to sleep,
and I never talked to him in the sky because the stranger never speaked.
So I hope you haply remember this when you wake up in cold sweats, because your face I will haply forget, now that I know my soul is haply at rest.

I never understood,
Why I was going through so much pain..
I was a absent minded, quiet boy who finally steped up and speaked,
Got laughed at by all my peers,
So I sat down, in defeat.
Hypnotized in silence thinking about how words is now my number one fear.
Sticks and stones may break your bones
But words can NEVER hurt me ?
It can crush you, maybe not physically
Mentally, it felt like a heavy handed, boxer's punch
Hitting my soul in the 1st round
And he's down for the count.
1...
2...
3...
4...
5...
6...
7...
8...

-I get pulled out of class before the bell rings.


©MH

open up the fidgerator door,
drop the magnet that held the list and chores
looked for the dog caught a whiff of the floor
that little ***** **** on her delicate decour
im house sitting
now im wishing
i can still make the move on you,
making mac and cheese
eating all of there food
i brought you back here to impress
hopin i could get under the covers
even though i was under your dressed
i sliced and chopped
salads flopped and tossed
**** i was just hoping our meals would exchange
i made you gourmet
mac cheese and ******
got lossed while talking to her
made mixed drinks and flavors
taught being thankful
speaked more then r. kellys closet single

While secret angels watch my steps
I walk inside a maze at night
I've heard about an ancient myth
excitement grows, so I turn right

I find small cracks in glossy walls
the maze it lights all by itself
how could this be? Inside this cleft?
I walk and wonder, then turn left.

No, right it was, or how was this?
I get confused by all this “same”,
all cracked up walls, although in light
I start to feel the loss of bliss.

How could I think that this was smart!
Or wait a minute - never did,
just heard this myth and wanted more,
it speaked all clear and bright to heart.

And now, the longest passageway,
in endless steps I walk again
and maybe now I wished I stayed
in velvet bed, escaped from rain.

But here I am, oh well I might
as well begin to find the trail
I dreamt of clouds and ancient arts
and in this room: I found The Grail.

But now I heard this strangest noise
a growl or something from within
it was like screams from forest depths
and I'm quite sure it's not my kin.

I want to turn, to go back home,
but all behind me stops to glow
It's like I need to see and choose
what's done is done, and now I know.

So choice is made, I have to walk
towards this creature in the night
although the screams get to my bones,
I walk with safe and loving light.

Oh my, these walls! But finally!
I get to see an end in sight,
and now, this ends quite frightfully
my meeting with the darkest night.

And there it is, this beast of old
it searches in the open air
a beast like this with feet of mold
with *****, smelly, ugly hair.

It senses me, yes this I see,
but now it's quiet as myself
it's like it asks me of my plea
it hurts and cries - like inner self.

At end I dare to get it close,
it's blind, it doesn't see me there,
but oh, it senses and it knows
and in its eye I see a tear.

I touch its head, and then I feel,
this growling deep inside of me
a sorrow lost, I need to kneel
I need to set this feeling free.

And now the beast, it starts to glow,
its eyes can see the sights again,
and I feel inner peace and flow
and heavy, healing, pouring rain.

The secret angels reappear
and give me smiles of warmth and love
they free the beast from chain and snare
and then return back to above.

At last I stand, alone in maze
I thought was meant for Holy Grail
but all was test of inner praise
of mind and body, although frail.

These emotions i have for this girl thats not even mine. Its like im falling in love again for the very first time. I mean from the way that she walks to things that she talks' she knows exactly what to say to encourage and keep me in line. Now right now shes just a friend but god i HOPE for  more. I mean is she the one o father' is this the blessing of women for me  you've had in store. I mean she seems to have it all in order but has revealed to me shes is torn. When she comes around i know the wisdom will leak. When she comes around it is wisdom thats speaked. She is strong women of god a blessing from you to me. The fact that she still talks to me regardless of what she sees is something i cant put my finger on kuz she sees something in me. Our relationship is cool kuz not only is she beautiful she a friend too. So i ask you father let this relationship bear the fruit you intend it to kuz i cant keep chasing women nor do i want to! Am i overreacting to a little attention but the women ive described to you she fits the definition. Should i go for this girl i mean whats holding me back. Hours on the phone pillow talking like in high school she doesnt have to try her personality is just  cool. I dont want to ruin the friendship i dont wanna express how i feel to soon. So maybe i should just sit back like before and just play it cool! Heart on my sleeve  so its hard to keep these feelings inside. Play it cool i tell myself but i just wanna see if she feels the same. If she gets away and i never expressed how i felt it will only be me to blame.

you make me feel new
truth is, we stole the moon
when we kissed, it’s true
your skin so smooth
and my words like rusted roots
i wish i could spoke
i wish i speaked
i wish i told it
i wish i spoked
i’m broken and weak
and can only speak
of my love for you
in this drunken speech