Explosions Of Intimacy

Heat touches inner thighs as eyes open wise-wide,
hot unfolded dressing love with rhythmic caress.

Faster and faster, I move deeper inside warmth,
your green eyes are direct on the shores of my blue.

Wild sultry scents dance in the air brush passion-spent
from earlier fragrant times rising into brand new.

Thrust after thrust I see flying sighs wandering
effortlessly the delicate truth of bright skies.

Explosions of intimacy scream - I am free -
as the hot squirmed lava fires into your karma.




Some Rap

Nursey, nursey,
it's abundantly clear,
you need to bottle feed me beer.

Nursey, nursey,
my diaper needs changing,
and my pillows rearranging.

Nursey, nursey,
please burp me with fine grace,
perhaps the stench won't reach your face.

Nursey, nursey,
will you give me a kiss
or am I never to find bliss?

Nursey, nursey,
you're ever so funny,
tickle me on my fat tummy.

Nursey, nursey,
I'm in need of a nap,
before I go sing me some rap?




Potty Pan

Nursey, nursey, please
give me some peas with mild cheese?
Mature makes me sneeze.

Nursey, nursey, may
I have some chocolate hay?
It's needed today.

Nursey, nursey can
you pass me the potty pan?
I've had too much ham.


Insomnia

Nursey, nursey, sing me a melody
for I need to go to sleep and feel free,
I have been awake for so many days,
listening to the sky's thunderous plays.

Whisper a sonnet or a lullaby,
so I may laugh inside dreams and not cry,
the world is shimmering with blurred motion,
I'd like to drowse in songs of the ocean.

Time is so cruel, it steals all my sighs,
soft colours are fading within my eyes,
insomnia, please help me to banish
and I will no longer be in anguish.

I love you, adore you with all my heart,
put on a record, maybe some Mozart.




Leaves Of Promise

Subtle shades gather the sun's delicious
beams of magnificence as winged life sighs,
on the journey to Heaven there are leaves
of promise which shiver with love's whispers,
I am entranced by beauty's harmony.

Nature's fine portrait perfumes perception
while expression washes the landscape's tones,
appreciation sails from the spirit,
senses open to delight's fresh faced plight
and the world spins delicacy through smiles.



A Ghost Town

Poetry's fashioned on the crack of a harsh look.

Love's handed over with a delicate word,
eyes speak parlous anger.

Precious silence is broken-battered
as I twist origami shapes that smile;
paper thoughts on table-tops.

A thousand different personalities erupt,
the room's a whirlwind of pleasure
while pain seeks the rhythm of sorrow,
with a kiss I blow subtle minds wild.

"My choice is mine to make,
I can write a poem without words
if that is my desire, my wish."
She breaks the pen these eyes hold,
ink stains her rippled anger as sighs fade.

"I am a poet - my time is spent curled
up inside words; flutters of fine language.
Ego; emotional complexity,
I am simplicity with the folds
of a wondrous intellectual pause."
But she is not impressed with that.

"Sometimes I'm a whir of feathered motion
or the broken back that aches - Withered!
Always I am chasing the day; the night.
I devour artistic behaviour
on occasion and delve into colour,
but whatever my title says, I think."
Her shrugs are slaps across my spirit.

And this volatile road slowly winds,
I feel like the last man alive,
savouring every single moment
before the bubble that envelopes me
is burst by her laughter, her rage.
No flurry of birds grace
this quiet time, remembrance,
she is a ghost town in my head.



As Gentle As Rapture

Angelic virtue swept into soft scenes
as wings of opportunity opened
their wild feathered plumes; hot, blue and righteous,
songs of yesterday rippled into love.
The high road hit swift feet while petition
begged forgiveness for all dark ruffled sins,
sweet humble honesty paused for awhile,
bended emotions, good God living sighs,
wrapped joy up inside the curve of a smile.

Pride plucked the spirit and stripped it away,
laid bare to the eyes of divinity -
dusted experience was washed by rain,
as gentle as rapture in a calm dream;
ready to explode into insight's scent.
And here I am now, further down time's lanes,
laughter saturates the bold somersaults,
happy life's harmony rocks me awake
as I gather humanity's flowers.

There are dead eyes to brighten with a kiss,
souls wracked by anguish who need to be free,
I will find them and side-step the night's ice,
then spill the future's pursed lips like petals.
You'll catch my trail in dawn's early light
while the spheres of ecstasy roll up tears,
perhaps I'll double back and visit you
as rhythms of personality swerve
through the domains of misery's garden.



Beauty Unfurls

Soft seasonal growth unfurls its beauty
as wild sighs sip succulent sensations,
flourishing wisdom wings its way to love
like a brand new shoot that tastes the bright sky.

I swirl laughter around the face of joy
while gentle rain winks at the sun's promise,
to shine with generosity's language.

Fresh flowers fold human hearts into dreams,
as warm as peace, as diverse as rhythm,
and spirits slip coloured fancy across
floral design, given by God's cool breath.

Benevolent imagery wraps quiet
poetry in nature's literature,
mankind's blessed with delicate tenderness.




Beauty's Strength

Black dances white
through humanity's grace
while musical freedom
gathers delight,
I am a positive blur
that spins smiles.

Galaxies of colour
swirl beauty's strength
as I watch love slide
across fine spirits;
alive in the moments
of wondrous truth.




Egotistical Banners

Psychotic silence
rips secrets to shreds
while language
manipulates the body,
spin dry cognition
into pastel shapes
as finger paint notions
wallow in sighs.

Seclusion saturates
weary privacy,
egotistical banners flap
in altruistic winds,
and the mind
cracks loneliness -
another day fades,
the cycle begins again.





eruption

undersea lava
distant in troubled water
sightless stone action



haiku - senyru

is this a haiku
or is it a senyru -
poetry explodes



Dinner Disaster

I spilled salt over
dessert as an earthquake growled,
I still ate it though!



Supper Disaster

Chicken soup on slacks,
the earth moved at supper time,
I need to get changed!


Horrible Haiku

Haiku slapped sonnet
villanelle punched out free verse
senyru ran off


Poetic Disaster

My masterpiece ruined
the pen slipped across paper
earthquake is to blame


Burger Disaster

Hamburger heaven
turned into hamburger hell
the cat turns its nose


Racist Tones

Black and white earthquake -
blue thoughts slap grey sky's expanse,
superior tones.


Well Done Disaster

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Immortality's Placid Ripples

The revolver's deprived of physical
sensation; as dead as the future's mind,
intention delivers a violent blow
as the trigger's squeezed with delicacy.
Cobblestone freedom withers in the light
of fragility's emotional state,
poetry slips sighs of simplicity
across memory's considerations,
life blows a kiss to death while angry scars
evaporate in the blue smoke of love.

And songs flit through fluttered eyelashes,
weaving their musical arithmetic
into promises of eternity;
her casual lies that were caught in time.
Decimation's texture is loaded pain,
the heart bites the face off the cold spirit
while imagination's shell shocked stare
bleeds bold armies of wild weathered soldiers.
She waves goodbye across the distant past
as the cartridge blesses dark perception.

Happiness screams paragraphs to silence,
indignation laughs at complexity
before luxury's soft silk tones explode,
it's the ammunition of dull despair
that twirls sanity around rhythm's grace,
loneliness is irrelevant tonight.
Ironed notions are creased by relentless
agony then shattered into slivers
of immortality's placid ripples,
escape is achieved as the floorboards mourn.




Language Is Useless

Sanity rattles imagination
as dark sensations gather quiet thoughts
and lifts them into horrible chaos,
rational sighs strike the mind's eye then whisper
coloured possession's ghost story terror.

As wide as a blank stare, I measure love,
spin its violence through complexity's greed,
there are enlightened moments in a flame,
but here in the halls of boredom's promise
I ignore wild flickers while laughter snaps.

Expression spits the spirit into dust;
dry emotional value, bloated scenes
of deceased desert imagery, I smile,
crack attitude's fine characteristics
then stumble down cold shattered reflection.

Language is useless in pools of decay,
communication's erratic gestures
are puppets in a carnival's wagon,
I, we, us, pluck humanity's thick strings
before twirling like a dancer to fear.

Impossible moods slice an arena
of activity; a spiralled silk mass,
as different dimensions shuffle chords,
it's a musical extravaganza
inside the crease of a warm weary heart.




Laughter's Loom

Musical rhythm cartwheels in the mind
while pretty performance deliciously
whips up the spirit's characteristics.

There are Angels on my swirled fingerprints,
weaving silk poetry in laughter's loom,
I bless creation with fine lined language.




Passionate Freedom

Tonight is my final night of living,
I will hang for the crime of jagged love,
quick intricate sorrow screams blue caution
as wisps of thought wrap up bitter chaos.

It does not matter this innocence; jailed,
I shall meet my maker in Heaven's light,
but my novel of flight might have to be
postponed if I am given a reprieve.

I wipe my eyes with a hard fractured cry,
humanity won't break this fine tuned heart,
in the confines of death I'll breathe my soul
to a gracious God's passionate freedom.



Peanut Butter Wrap-ed In Jelly

Yo w'man, get ya groove goin' will ya?
Pop a cap in the sarnie, be like Arnie,
a terminator killin' machine, scream
for some peanut butter then quickly utter
"where's the darned jelly, raspberry!"
Don't go down to the store 'cos Roger Moore
will raise an eyebrow at your soft belly,
give him some wellie though if he does,
us wrappers have to stick together,
no matter the weather, let's kick forever
with some songs by Heather, her off the telly,
I dunno her last name but she's in't fame game,
though I think she's lame, my fiend Jane
swears she is cool, and she ain't no fool,
'cos she eats jelly and butter, the peanut kind.





Pink Pony

There's a pink pony in my living room
and it is snorting and dancing with glee,
it has just eaten my rose flower's bloom,
now it is asking for a cup of tea.

I think I must have ate something quite strange
to be hallucinating whilst sat here,
now it's asking if I have any change
for it wants to see a film's premiere.

Perhaps I should go and visit my dreams,
I might wake up and find it has vanished,
I suggest this and the pony blasphemes,
saying it does not wish to be banished.

So in the end I make it a cup cake,
the delight on its face is delicious,
it then asks for an ice cream with a flake,
I say. "For that you've to go to Paris!"

"To Paris!" It says. "Why of course I will,
I will just finish this gorgeous sweet meal."
"O' before you pop off, here is the bill."
And with that it released a crazy squeal.





Pixie Poetry

There is a pixie in my potted plant,
it says it's my uncle but looks like my aunt,
when I water the roots it gets so mad,
ranting and raving that I'm very bad.

Pixie poetry flowing right to me,
I am from words, never free.
Pixie poetry tries to make me angry
but I am a happy go lucky zombie.

It pulls funny faces that are rubber,
trying forever to make me blubber,
but I just smile and shake my head,
then I turn off the light and go to bed.

Pixie poetry flowing right to me,
I am from words, never free.
Pixie poetry tries to make me angry
but I am a happy go lucky zombie.

The pixie wants to make my dinner,
I say 'No!' It then calls me a sinner,
oh yes, that is what it has often said,
oh, and by the way, his name is, Fred.

Pixie poetry flowing right to me,
I am from words, never free.
Pixie poetry tries to make me angry
but I am a happy go lucky zombie.

The crazy pixie thinks he's Rembrandt,
I still think that he looks like my aunt,
he wants me to take him to Baghdad,
not a chance though for he's a cad.

Pixie poetry flowing right to me,
I am from words, never free.
Pixie poetry tries to make me angry
but I am a happy go lucky zombie.



Scientists Are Shrivelled

There's bubbled tension in the air tonight
as I munch on my stash; peanut butter
and jelly lovingly mixed on brown bread.

The curtains are closed tight so my neighbours
can not see my nervous laughter spread fear,
I think they know I have some anyway.

On the world news it said France sank its teeth
into Britain's fat backside as it mooned
across the channel's waves, we've banned onions!

Americans are like rakes on T.V.
though I think that is just for sympathy,
so other countries will give them the goods.

And all this because some alien spore
dropped from the sky and ravished all the nuts,
sweet jelly-jam is rubbish on its own.

The scientists are working night and day
to splice open the code of the peanut,
but it is hard when they are all shrivelled.

Still, being the greedy swine that I am,
I had two hundred jars of the cheap stuff
in my cupboard, before the invasion.

The world can do whatever it wishes,
just as long as they do not steal my food,
God help me when I run out of it though.



Silken Bows

Shall we dance across dawn's invitation
while perfumed lullabies stretch inside sleep?
We could gather roses that sparkle light
or sigh by the side of a river's bank,
the choice is entirely up to you, dear.

There are rainbows in full bloom with colour,
soft breezes which linger near warm romance,
perhaps we might breathe in those fragrant scenes
as love swims in the sky in feathered form.

Shall we dance through the day's delicate realm
then slip into dreams as the night arrives?
We could capture some beauty with passion
or watch it roam free in its wild domain,
please let me know what it is you prefer?

There are magical moments in nature,
quiet sensations which twist the spirit,
maybe we can slip through their fine odour
as hearts wrap up desire in silken bows.




The Old Wild West

History saddles myths while tradition
slaps cultural events for some more speed,
cowboys and Indians in the Old Wild West,
bullets and heroes on an arrow's point.

Brave women and men, their faces painted
with frontier experience; personal
trials down trails of dusty independence,
Frank and Jessie James, infamous outlaws.

Violent range wars stirred up the settlers
while railroad barons doctored fast money,
it's a pioneer's paradise that's passed,
to die with your boots on was a mad way.

From Dodge City to Calamity Jane,
Bill Hickok and revolvers spinning death,
yet life was the aim and territory
the quick pulse that beat through warriors' veins.

Captain Jack the chief of the Modoc tribe,
and the gunfight at the O.K. Corral,
all took to the stage with rhythmic passion,
devotion to their cause with last breath sighs.

01 - Whispers In Silence
02 - I'm Fine Where's The Wine?
03 - Peppered Mortality
04 - Instrumental
05 - Drooling
06 - Alone
07 - Ancient
08 - A Free Week Of Gold Membership
09 - Thin Red LIps
10 - I Need To Crack My Bones
11 - A Fifty-Fifty Scenario
12 - A Final Goodbye - I am Leaving!
13 - A Magical Day
14 - Chocolate Flowers
15 - An Orange Poem
16 - As Fast As You Like
17 - Breakfast In Bed
18 - Cannabis
19 - Caves Of Emotion
20 - cheaphotlesign
21 - Cheating Minds
22 - Dramatic Colours
23 - Fire Engine Barbara
24 - I Live In Hope
25 - Ian
26 - Jazzman
27 - Libido
28 - Old And Full Of Coffees
29 - Pardon
30 - Paranoia's Waves
31 - Poetry Hell
32 - Poo!
33 - Sanity's Hallowed Laughter
34 - Sanity's In!
35 - Shimmered Freedom
36 - Sprinkled Satisfaction
37 - Strung Out
38 - The Fishcake Fairy
39 - On My Toe
40 - The River Of Cod
41 - The Scythe Is In Motion
42 - The Squinty-Eyed Whore
43 - Pixie Poetry
44 - Lazy Days And Scrumptious Knights
45 - Life Tickles Fun
46 - Turquoise Passion
47 - Vanilla
48 - In The Flowered Folds
49 - Your Reputation Precedes You
50 - Rain



Whispers In Silence

There is strength here in my spirit,
even though you have cast me down,
I am alive with personality,
hear my cries of powerful thunder,
these wings will flap throughout the ages
as I roam through humanity's chaos.

Loneliness will never haunt me
for I have love within my heart,
there will be no jagged dark blades,
or shadows that can tame.

Time and space are mine to conquer,
with anger's eyes I will fight conformity
and slide through Divinity's light,
in your silence I will whisper life.





I'm Fine Where's The Wine?

I was doing the moonwalk
and my arm fell off,
scoff all you want for it's fine.

Fine, I am fine,
though I'm as dead as a doornail.

Let's rap a tap tap,
do the zombie rap.

I was doing the twist and shake
and my ear fell to the ground,
sound as a pound, I am fine.

Fine, I am fine,
though I'm as dead as a doornail.

Let's rap a tap tap,
do the zombie rap.

It's hard being deceased
when you're losing your parts
arty me, I'm wanting some wine.

Wine, I want wine,
but I'm as dead as a doornail.

Let's rap a tap tap,
do the zombie rap.



Peppered Mortality

Swirled flight - fine saturated existence,
is consumed by brittle escapism,
peace on the tip of the tongue's universe;
an invisible curl of bright starlight,
freedom is angled in mirrors of love.

The dust of life - stuttered speckled shadows,
is blown to sighs which capture yesterday,
and there are no weights to drag the heart down,
just feathered emotion; another time,
where peppered mortality buttered breath.




Instrumental

Inside this mind -
tap dance moments
gather quiet instrumental thoughts.



Drooling

I had a brain but
it went insane in time's flow,
my mouth dribbles rain.




Alone

Pensive shadows
stretch ancient agony

as artful magic
casts melodic disturbance

to the twirl of her heart.

She's pretty, alone.



Ancient

Ancient trees
of calm beauty
hypnotise
my eyes,

causing a wild
magical moment
to wash over
the landscape
I perceive.


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Thin Red LIps

A sultry sigh
of curled freedom
smoked pleasant thoughts.

Wisps of personality
wrapped stained reflection.

Finely cut cylindrical swirls
of emotion stroked her silently.

Thin red paper lips inhaled love.





I Need To Crack My Bones

Move over please? I need to crack my bones now,
you are forever in the horizontal position, sit up straight!

I'm not going to give you a sensational kiss until
a vertical situation dances and smiles at the grand horizon.

Let the wind's breath fly through your hair like love,
stop admiring the high ceiling's flecked paint with tired eyes.

I will even make you a delightful breakfast, in bed
if only you will put your performance in fast gear.

I'm going back to sleep then if you're not bothered,
wake me up when it is time for sensual supper.




A Fifty-Fifty Scenario

Dangerous ripples shiver spirits as eyes wrap wild roses into an instrumental opening.
Rapt breath seeks silence as bitter Death stalks fragrant Life. He smiles as she frowns.

As Death pondered his deeds Life sought escape,
clung tightly to the whispered promises
that danced silent winds in freedom's wet taunts,
it was only a matter of time now
until he made up his mind - live or die.

She knew he was tormented by shadows,
manifestations of his inner self,
perhaps they would swing his odd decisions
into the compassionate choice, but she
doubted that would be the case with her soul.

Head low and thoughts a bloody mess of stealth,
he sensed that something was about to change,
with a brittle crack so close to silence
it made no difference at all to him,
his spirit detached itself with shaded
expression and murderous intent turned
away from her cold plight, right into his.

Moments stretch around forever with ease while distraction plays songs of artistry,
a fifty-fifty scenario sought out the pencil's delicate stroked bliss as God edited His page.





A Final Goodbye - I am Leaving!

The tooth stared at the dentist in horror,
it was broken and battered and cried.

"Let me live? I maybe old and tired
but I have the right to end my days softy."

The dentist smiled and said quietly.
"This will not hurt at all, please believe me?"

And with a wicked glint in her wide eye,
she pushed the needle into the gummy flesh.

With the passage of time the tooth drowsed,
numb and floating, it waved a final goodbye.




A Magical Day

This colourful pheasant
with lustrous tail
flaps a wish to you,
to have a magical day,
full of feathered bliss,
also kisses from family
and friends.

I am blue-gold-red hues
of fine magnificence,
and I throw my eye
across poetry's delight.

Peafowl are partying
while I stand proud
to sing -

Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday
to you.





Chocolate Flowers

Chocolate candy petals throw luscious looks,
Heaven forbid they swirl into my dreams,
Orange fragrant sensation spills beauty;
Caramel sighs in a region of delight,
Openly exquisite toffee bees buzz mint
Language around taste buds which sizzle
And melt in the mouth of shimmered desire,
Toasted confectionary clouds swim
Expressions of honey into hearts that sing.

Feathered wings; sticky with golden syrup,
Let their rhythm catch the sun's sugared face,
Organs and harps trickle musical luxury
While God dribbles fresh lemon rain,
Efflorescence ecstasy sweeps Angels
Right into boiled smiles of sweet love,
Sample this garden's wondrous movement's laugh.





An Orange Poem

She sipped
freedom -

rose petal
wine; tears
of love,

then whispered
to the clouds

a sunset-
orange poem.





As Fast As You Like

As fast as you like -
drink in the moments and dance,
sorrow or joy, it is up to you.

And the whirl of guitars
speak to silence
while it sits in the corner,
brooding over life.

It is as dead as freedom's smile here,
the illusion winks
while I blink and take another sip
of my past lives.

I'm sick on your shoes
as you sing the blues
but that's okay.

I'm spinning, grinning,
while smoke hits the stage,
I bend the bars of the cage
as rage touches the day.

Time throws a tantrum
as spaced out looks
define reality.

As slow as you like -
kiss this insanity's bell shaped echo,
love me forever, or walk away.





Breakfast In Bed

Whispers of silk insanity perfume
as gentle laps of tongue quickly consume,
there are shivers that roam the warm bedroom
for our love is in its height, its full bloom.

Curls of deft progress gather wondrous sighs
while I graciously swallow all your cries,
awake now my darling, look in my eyes,
open wider please, those beautiful thighs.

Now we can explore fine passionate screams,
dance inside the flavour of wild extremes,
your body's uncontrollable, it seems,
set free your heart and those sticky sweet streams.





Cannabis

O' cannabis, I'll put you in your place,
A or B, you are but a skunk who stinks.

Euphoric mentality sweeping lives
to the gutter of schizophrenia,
but still, you ravage my mouth with kisses;
smoke filled anticipation while music
crashes across personality traits.

Pathological confidence stumbles
as paranoia meets sleep in mania,
morbid fascination dances with joy-
riding the senses of oblivion.

Society's magnified sanity
is smashed against cold social impairment
as politicians fling pawns against boards;
black and white greenery of hostage high,
and we're lost in the bleats of mild concern.

Enthusiastic chocolate opinions
grab yawns by the horns and babble motives,
mood swings and merry-go-rounds full of black
complexity that clings to the spirit.





Caves Of Emotion


With the quick final breath of sanity
a world is cracked open to bleed dead dreams,
screams of confusion adhere to wild sighs.

Let's pop another smile with melody
and wander along ragged-ruffled streams,
themes of beautiful agony flap eyes.

Manic lifestyle inhales deranged wisdom
while heartbeats stutter instrumental waves,
graves of excitement devour time's mind.

Alienation's appointed boredom
cackles in echoes of love's buttered slaves,
caves of emotion sip on thought's warm wind.




cheaphotlesign

cruise along dimensions with
heart and smile theatrical dreams -
easy themes as the stage beckons
a poetry performance,
pleasing to the ear as the eye
hops imagery - beauty that
opens the spirit
to the world's stage,
everything dances here in love,
like wings of angels in heaven,
so let the music set you free,
in the mind there are soft gree
gardens that flourish,
now is the time to laugh life.





Cheating Minds


She kisses her man, smiles,
watches him walk out of the door,
all the while, her cheating mind
is racing, unfaithful adrenaline
cruising through her veins,
exciting her, caressing imagination.

He kisses his wife, smiles,
waves goodbye as she closes the door,
all the while, his cheating mind
is racing, unfaithful - the buzz
grabs him by the scruff of his libido,
arousing his intentions of no work today.

Booze flows like sunday gravy,
she slaps on her happy hooker face,
as she sings songs of excited love,
the binge starts here, she laughs
to some obscure personal joke
and sprays cheap perfume down her pants.

He takes the wrong/right turning,
her house is not that far away from his,
she will be waiting, nightgown fresh,
ready to be ripped off her daring body,
a twinge of guilt slips across shoulders
but he shrugs it off as blood rushes his form.

Happy family life, secure in insecurity,
tired old ways made new as excuses
gather themselves with online romance.





Dramatic Colours


Fashion of the future,
I will dance beauty into your eyes,
your spirit will support
my accentuated drapes
as your hips wriggle closer.

I smile shyly and wonder
if I should choose this wonderful gown
to grace my delight at the ball.

I am a Princess!
My name is Gabrielle,
this grey silk is gorgeous,
it will ripple against your curves.

She speaks to me so passionately,
how can I refuse such a wonder.
Tonight then we will be as one.

Slip into me for a little while,
embrace my texture,
let my collar stroke your throat
with loving caress - you will purr.

With nervous energy fired
through my spirit's sensations
I do as I am requested,
my hands caress her fabric
with gentle sighs wrapping me
into small balls of royalty.

Form-fitting, you will be noticed
as you dance yourself across a room,
looks will offer you pleasant,
dramatic colours as the air slips past
in graceful flowing motion.

The looking glass shimmers applause,
whistles for a twirl and quick-step
up and down the thick fibres beneath my feet.

Soft silhouette will be wondrous,
your heartbeat I will fold into my seams.

And she does, I can feel my heart rushing
across her soothing rustles
while pleasure lifts me into the air's majesty.

You will be the belle of the ball,
all eyes will be fastened to you - us.

I feel so beautiful. Inside and out.
Tonight I will dazzle everybody's minds,
set tongues on fire with a flick of my hair,
legendary will be used when people
speak of my appearance - all will be in awe.





Fire Engine Barbara

She was a fast fighter,
she used her lighter
to smoke the barbie's flames.

She liked to get wet
but only for a bet
of fifty pounds with James.

She was a mad pirate
who loved to lick chocolate,
oh what an insane life.

If your crossed her beware,
don't do it for a silly dare,
she will slice you with her knife.





I Live In Hope

A sigh's released as I prepare to cry
for my wife's left without saying goodbye,
she's packed her bags and is now with her dad,
I don't blame her though because I was bad.

I cheated on her for seven long years,
now I've nothing but self-pity and tears,
if I call her and beg for forgiveness,
she will return and I'll not be a mess.

I'm a liar and a cheat, I admit,
perhaps I can be classed as a half-wit,
'cos I had true love and a family,
now I have naught but our history.

And maybe I deserve to be alone,
I think I will always be on my own,
I hope she decides to have me back,
I am a fool for discipline I lack.





Ian

God is gracious,
what a smile thrown
to my first birth cry.

Common, perhaps,
in the English language,
but still, I'm proud of it.





Jazzman

An idiosyncratic personality,
free from restraints, his quirky radio language
spilled across the airwaves with generosity,
make him a sandwich and you will get verbiage
or maybe a tune on the trumpet then coffee!





Libido

Unfaithful adrenaline
kisses the scruff

of libido
as intentions

are spun
with naked
perfumed shock.





Old And Full Of Coffees

I am so old that I did fold
a rib up and give it to God,
it hurt and gave me a cold,
I slept in a pea's green pod.

So old, so old, or so I'm told,
I'm old, I'm old, I'm full of mould.

I am so old that I was sold
on a ship that sails the stars,
it was not silver, it was gold,
it came from the planet Mars.

So old, so old, or so I'm told,
I'm old, I'm old, I'm full of mould.

I am so old, I can't be consoled,
pass me a new swaddle please,
I am skint, I've been bankrolled,
I stink and I am full of mad fleas.

So old, so old, or so I'm told,
I'm old, I'm old, I'm full of mould.

So old, so old, or so I'm told,
I'm old, I'm old, but I am bold.

So old, so old, or so I'm told,
I'm old, I'm old, oh yes I'm old,
but still I am a centre-fold.

Pass me a new swaddle please,
I stink and I am full of mad fleas.
I'm old and full of piping coffees.




Pardon

There is malice in her eyes;
open deranged colours,
and I see my character
reflected back as her distortion
flicks premeditation.

Deliberately, she spits in my face,
shock curls the wild hunger
which drips from angry lips.

I want to blow her a kiss,
she wants to blow me away.

Barbaric knives slice her tongue's scream
while I take a step closer to the wall,
backed up for the slaughter,
I crack a smile, in the hope of a pardon,
but it's slapped away by betrayal.

My inhumanity darkens twisted features,
alone and frightened, I bellow escape.

With fast punishment sliding
from her fingers like butter,
I am thrown into obscurity's castle,
to wander the ancient halls,
ghostly moans of humility
and sorrow's whispers,
guilt is the last thing I feel,
but not my last thought -

treacherous language rips out my heart,
and I die in screaming pain as she bites
the spirit of compassion, chews viciously.

My lover never was a forgiving soul,
I should have kept my promise to be faithful.




Paranoia's Waves

On foreign shores there are peaceful spirits,
though we're led to believe they live in hate,
televisions scream propaganda out
to the bleated masses who follow form.

Time zones and sacred spaces deliver
sighs as the same sky of blue watches us
breathe our independence into the world.

Another false laugh scrapes community
while language is forsaken in the name
of distrust and paranoia's cold waves.





Poetry Hell

O' no! I am being stomped on by flaming battered boots,
surely I do not deserve this, I only spoke of love,
and now my fate is sealed by the ogres or are they gods!

I guess I should have recited something on mad chickens
or perhaps words about how Heaven spills rain to sweet earth,
it matters not now I suppose for I'm here in the pit.

My spirit is being torn to shreds by ragged experts,
they show me no mercy for I'm a very bad poem,
I will write about new potatoes now and roast them here.

I guess my birth was not worth it really for I am killed
by the big round eyes of high superior quality,
o' well, at least I have my pretty blue shoes to admire.





Poo!

I am a big fat sausage roll,
my middle name, it is Noel,
at Christmas time I have a ball,
people throw me against the wall.

I smell so sweet but I am not,
savour me cold rather than hot!
Peel my pastry back and then grin,
let all that drool go down your chin.

Sometimes I will disguise myself
as a little mischievous elf,
at birthday parties I'll appear,
everyone loves me 'cos I'm dear.

Well actually I'm rather cheap,
after eating me you will sleep,
perhaps for an hour, maybe two,
and when you wake you'll want a...




Sanity's Hallowed Laughter

In the swirls of poetry's delicious
universal colour I found stitches;
complexity's fine-lined scars of rhythm,
and wondrous dreams spat the spirit to sighs.

Stanzas; corruption bellowed falsity,
battered the heart into twisted blue shapes,
stained and blurred tattoos indelibly mark
the love that once somersaulted wild clouds.

Dishonesty's bright blinks scavenged the breath
as sanity's hallowed laughter ripped time
into tiny flutters of curled romance,
sorrow's a field where I wither then bloom.




Sanity's In!


Swirls of anxiety pin me to the chair's soft velvet -
I want to vomit escape across my legs,
but I have to go into the world's cream fear.

With fucked off screams I dream of my bed,
and shiver the duvet towards next week.

I love-hate people so much, they frighten me,
here in the folds of the ether I'm safe:
as snug as a viper in reality's drool.

Nature's wonderful, those wide open spaces,
though it has to be ruined by other spirits.

And I flick dead eyes; as open as promises: broken,
around like marbles from childhood's brief way,
I wish I could return to the innocence I lost,
but here I am, a man in the throes of agony.

You can call me a freak but these wild feet
will not work as my mind explodes into sanity's in!





Shimmered Freedom


Death spills her broken dreams in golden sand,
quiet sighs wave farewell to the homeland,
broken spirits roam in shimmered freedom,
the desert now is their fine stark kingdom.

Fragrant breath slips inside a battered breeze
while floating mothers, fathers and babies,
musical moments which shatter silence,
fast rhythm strikes humanity's conscience.

Heads bowed low throw prayers to delicate light,
swirls of heat plague the day while cold the night,
whispers of injustice pluck chords of pain
as screams sing genocide's ragged refrain.

The time is here to give voice to the dead,
let their cries ripple in comfortable heads,
liberty should be for all on this earth,
so let us say this in our gentle verse.

Melodic twists and turns reach for release,
our beautiful world needs to live in peace,
we can not keep on removing calm souls
or we will never reach progression's goals.





Sprinkled Satisfaction

Poetry slips like rain from dark perfection,
wild flowers dance under heaven's beauty
as sighs capture the rhythm of inspiration.

Branches kiss leaves goodbye while winds
gather up delight in the evening's splendour,
I'm soaked to the skin by nature's cool grace.

Quietly my lover recites another swift verse,
her heart is an open bloom in full fragrance
which I breathe in with sprinkled satisfaction.





Strung Out

The strings are invisible as the screen
screams silver imagery into my mind;
a jagged performance that just spirals

down into the depths of heroic sighs,
the world spins me towards escapism
as another scene rips the heart from tears.

Reality's dark fantasy slips me
a Mickey Fin while Angels with dirty
faces stutter black and white melody,

and then I slide across science fiction,
to wrap the future's quiet destruction
up in 'saved by the bell' of action man.

Strung out Sawicki mix video smiles
devour time's slick twirled moustache with ease,
celluloid panic's trapped in wild lasers,

agony slices another cold drink
then curls up in the corner of promise,
to face fears within, in sobriety.




The Fishcake Fairy

There's a fairy fishcake on my big nose,
she is so small and never ever grows,
and I often wonder how she got there,
my eyes are in a constant cross-eyed stare.

She flutters her bright wings all of the time,
it causes a wind that is so sublime,
I have a boulder I wish she would pick,
it's been there forever, making me sick.




On My Toe

There's a fairy on my little toe,
her name isn't Sue, it is Mo,
she likes to dance and then throw
feathers in the air that quietly glow
with the spirit of her magical kind,
she's great is Mo, she's in my mind.




The River Of Cod

Today three fishcakes were found hiding in a cupboard,
munching on maggots, it is a sad day in the fishcake community,
and the three deviants have been taken away for processing,
they will be shocked back into health by the King of fishcakes himself,
as ordered by the Queen. The land is in dismay,
they can not believe such things should be allowed to happen.

Meanwhile in the River of Cod, a flying salmon
was seen making away with the first born
of the newly appointed Prime Minister.
He has not received any ransom note as yet,
but is waiting anxiously on it.

The fishcake masses have never felt so vulnerable,
there was a rumour that one even committed suicide
by jumping into a frying pan without
the safety precautions usually given,
though this has not been confirmed as yet.

In other news, there was a party where sausage rolls
fell from the sky and gently danced with the fishcakes.
It is nice to see the pastry rhythm being used again.

And finally, here is the weather for the bank holiday weekend,
it will be sunny side up with a hint of lemon rain vinegar.





The Scythe Is In Motion

Meditation slips an engagement ring
to a quiet abstract society
as we rhythmically skip through fortune.

Destiny; the ultimate agency,
provokes courageous character's fine flaws,
and countenance stumbles as eyes breach souls.

Marijuana mentality soaks up
blood-stained chronic disorder; alcohol,
while marks on the skin touch fashion's cut.

Withdrawal symptoms plague humanity,
but the spirit seeks an eternal peace,
destruction's scythe is in motion, we're dead.





The Squinty-Eyed Whore

There are fragrant scenes in the bar tonight,
light the candles of romance while women fight
over your intentions, sensations of the flesh.

Please kick the band into motion with smoke,
it's as dead as Adam, that fashionable bloke,
let's get tangled within music's wire mesh.

And we slap another hooker into shape,
she's a dog like beauty and smells like an ape,
but she is cheap as fuck and we're all skinflints.

We could have anyone here in tumbled sighs
or just get wasted while stroking smooth thighs,
let's capture a whore, the one with the squint.





Pixie Poetry

There is a pixie in my potted plant,
it says it's my uncle but looks like my aunt,
when I water the roots it gets so mad,
ranting and raving that I'm very bad.

Pixie poetry flowing right to me,
I am from words, never free.
Pixie poetry tries to make me angry
but I am a happy go lucky zombie.

It pulls funny faces that are rubber,
trying forever to make me blubber,
but I just smile and shake my head,
then I turn off the light and go to bed.

Pixie poetry flowing right to me,
I am from words, never free.
Pixie poetry tries to make me angry
but I am a happy go lucky zombie.

The pixie wants to make my dinner,
I say 'No!' It then calls me a sinner,
oh yes, that is what it has often said,
oh, and by the way, his name is, Fred.

Pixie poetry flowing right to me,
I am from words, never free.
Pixie poetry tries to make me angry
but I am a happy go lucky zombie.

The crazy pixie thinks he's Rembrandt,
I still think that he looks like my aunt,
he wants me to take him to Baghdad,
not a chance though for he's a cad.

Pixie poetry flowing right to me,
I am from words, never free.
Pixie poetry tries to make me angry
but I am a happy go lucky zombie.




Lazy Days And Scrumptious Knights

Lazy days are here once more to soothe the soul,
a Knight called to see me for a quiet dinner,
I've had a feast but I didn't use a bowl,
lazy days are here once more to soothe the soul.

He came to visit me with poetry on a scroll,
I ate him and the verse for I'm a sinner.
Lazy days are here once more to soothe the soul,
a Knight called to see me for a quiet dinner.




Life Tickles Fun

Here inside sighs I find delicious life;
it swings on soft light and gently tickles,
sweet wonder somersaults in fine lined fun.

With beautiful movement within lithe fun,
a breeze follows while singing rippled life,
there is a generous wind which tickles.

The spirit's magical essence tickles,
as wild heartbeats caress delicate fun,
I am alive with the warm breath of life.

Each dawn discovers that life tickles fun.





Turquoise Passion

Love blossoms beauty's smile,
while cherished moments
perfume bliss, luscious nature
reaches for heaven's turquoise passion.

Gentle divinity whispers songs,
mysterious magical tones,
and I gather the finery of grace,
to show my heart belongs to you.




Vanilla

Do you dream
as I type these thoughts
into musical poetry - for you?

Are there hints
of chocolate
ice cream rainbows
filling your mind?

Neapolitan rushes
chasing your strawberries
across vanilla flowers,
where petals beg to be licked.

I spoon another
cold delight
as smiles wander
your sleeping form,

crazy taste buds
ring bells in the sky -
changing colour.

Shall I pass
a mouthful
to your lips

and watch
your face rise
in sleepy bliss, yes,
taste the moments.

Wings of fairy dreams
sprinkle dusty shines
as you move your body

to comfortable positions
on a mattress
of sinking wonder -

Steamy maybe?

Perhaps you caress
phallic trains;
throwing adventure
into air which shimmers

as you ride through
into another opening
where stars become smiles
in a cloudy blue day.

Within this time,
you shine fierce fire,
bringing to cheeks
the warmth held in heart.

Breath captures
all I flutter into life's beauty,
it roams the depths
of this curious longing.

Tears of joy delight
as they slip from eyes
pouring their love
across your ocean into mine.

Night and day are merged
in a fantasy performance,
inside a beautiful mind -
can you see
the words floating

‘I love you’

or do you hear them
in your mind as I finger keys
to work words into your essence?

Sleep - dream,
be alive in another dimension
as I tickle your fancies
for when you open eyes

and click back into virtual -
real communication.

Move those sheets
around your form,
wrap yourself up,

heat blood and dance
heartbeats of passion,
of everyday thoughts.

Can you hear
my ponderings
touching yours?

Sigh-pillows
resting under you.

I love - wait for you here,
sat inside poetry,
laughing and giggling,

some frowns too
from yesterday's madness
I put myself through.





In The Flowered Folds

Spirits gather silence; soft mournful grace,
while sands of time slip through humanity,
the light of compassion we have to face.

Golden death covers mankind's wild disgrace,
life is breached by tattered insanity,
spirits gather silence; soft mournful grace.

It's time to open hearts to freedom's pace,
destruction lies in our warm vanity,
the light of compassion we have to face.

Whisper a prayer and with the mind embrace
all the lost people; their activity,
spirits gather silence; soft mournful grace.

Remember the sighs that flutter like lace,
Armenian cries in complexity,
the light of compassion we have to face.

History's pages will recall their place
in the flowered folds of perplexity,
spirits gather silence; soft mournful grace,
the light of compassion we have to face.





Your Reputation Precedes You


Drunk:

Wibble wobble
pass me my brain
and feck off.


Sober:

Would you like me
to hold the door
open for you?


Drunk:

Wobble wibble
kiss my kneecap
and sod off.


Sober:

Why how are you tonight,
you are looking so fine.


It's a funny old world
when you are spinning!



Rain

Drops spread their freedom
on grey man-made cobblestones
clouds float in the sky

01 - In The Eye Of A Kiss
02 - Beauty's Bright Face
03 - This Statue's Soul
04 - Influential Imagination
05 - Injected Looks
06 - Jagged Regret
07 - Knighted
08 - Let The Spirit Give It All
09 - Liquid Consideration
10 - Little Lady
11 - Lucidity
12 - Lunchtime
13 - Luscious Silence
14 - Mad Dogs And Englishmen
15 - Celebration's Breath
16 - Melodies - The Musical
17 - Moist Moans
18 - Musical Light
19 - My Tooth
20 - Notions Pluck Suicide
21 - On The Far Side Of My Eye
22 - Operas Of Peace
23 - An Alcoholic Haze
24 - Paper Thin
25 - Please Walk With Me?
26 - Salt Flavoured Snarls
27 - Shake And Smile
28 - Sick And Cynical
29 - Slips Of Colour
30 - Sorrow's Tattered Volumes
31 - Sound And Silence
32 - Parmesan Spring Chicken
33 - Sun Kissed
34 - Swirled Freedom
35 - The Chains Of Solitude
36 - The Clean Up Kid
37 - The Duh Song
38 - The Edges Of Alcoholic Hell
39 - The Flowers Of Romance
40 - The Hippy Heart
41 - The Mask Of God
42 - Fluttered Hounds
43 - The Spirit's Trashed
44 - Tongues Wrap Satisfaction
45 - Trapped In Movement
46 - Soft Memories
47 - Compositions Of Peace
48 - Visual Communication
49 - Voices That Ride
50 - Where Is My Hair?



In The Eye Of A Kiss

With generosity,
a smile was released,
to flutter
across the ripples
which spread beauty.

It caused
your heart
to beat faster.

The effects
were noticeable
right away
for time witnessed
you blush.

Body language
signed its intent
in the pages of desire
as an ocean of peace
sang freedom's songs.

In the eye of a kiss
a whirlwind spun sugar
while nature's tears
tapped toes.

Communication
is circular,
its journey
a sigh on soft lips.





Beauty's Bright Face

With deftly woven smiles that capture sin
I sweep love's sensuality,
poetry in motion,
instinct wipes sexuality
from the lips of lust's crazy coloured grin,
it is pure devotion.

Button kissed,
delight is wet
as the mind shatters language.

Cleavage performs on a river of skin,
ripples spiral simplicity,
dexterity's Heaven
as hands fold cool vitality
into light perfumed shapes that twist within
warmth's wild satisfaction.

Fountain mist
mingles with sweat
while two tongues quickly forage.

Imagery whispers softly spoken grace,
space explodes time across beauty's bright face.




This Statue's Soul

The sun's too much! It throws insanity
at these cold eyes of age-old stone,
dethrone my body please?
This prison's a tortured cyclone,
a waltz of emotions in vanity,
I surrender with ease.

Pleas catch light
as I shield sighs,
there's a lifetime in today.

Flay imagination's complexity,
I master the art of alone,
tones of agony tease
as the wild universe is sewn
into the cracks of time's complacency,
the day I can not seize.

Seas of white
noise fold sunrise
into madness while I pray.

Play notes of mercy for this statue's soul,
whole moments stretch me but never console.




Influential Imagination

Beautiful man; fine toned artistic skin,
hard muscles which ripple the eye's delight,
with pastel tones I capture your body
while the spirit flies in between fingers.
Designer smiles whisper pigments of love
as the brush swerves across wondrous language,
my pallet's colour paints wild character,
I fashion soft imagery with time's lines.

Naked bliss saturates scented senses
for strength wets the atmosphere's tense dreams,
influential imagination strikes
a dominant mood's personality.
This authoritative author splits hairs
as the canvas seduces the heart's beat,
you'll be immortalised by my vision,
to stroll forever through admiration.




Injected Looks

Anaesthetically pleasing I climb walls
of imagination while violence spins
abstract emotions into dead ideas,
silent aspirations fall to the floor
as collisions of personality
fight administration's injected looks.

An involuntary twitch smiles numbly
before hyperventilating in cold
moments which caress the mind's sullen eye,
dentistry's bright teeth snap as I break down.




Jagged Regret

In solitude's company we exist,
a multitude of spirits all alone,
memories and emotional gestures
scatter the essence of bold anarchy
within confines of warm recognition,
in others we catch glimpses of ourselves
then carry on with the pretence that we,
in floods of humanity, are unique.

Terminal smiles hit high velocity
while hourglass moments extinguish love,
there's a coloured haze of jagged regret
that swallows the bottle's amber pursuit,
and pharmaceutical energy slips
towards the folds of toxic existence,
another dead step towards oblivion
is left in the pages of history.




Knighted

I got knighted this day, yes, I did, oh yes,
for I have been a good dragon, very good indeed.

I banished all the bad folk from the village square,
now it is all peaceful, love is in the air.

The people decided to knight me, yes they all agreed,
dessert's coming to me later, wrapped in a flowered dress.

A maiden I will bowl over with my toothpick smile,
then I will grab some sleep, yes, dream for awhile.





Let The Spirit Give It All

In the twisted realms of language I drown,
ripples crash inside confused bitterness;
humanity's cold bright swirl of freedom,
now is the time to shower songs on souls.

Musical moments scrape serenity
off the sighs that wither in pain's purpose,
at the bottom of the barrel I climb
the edge of reason and scream distant notes.

Questions slip past answers while reasons fire
their last breath into time's struggling eyes,
I will sing through the seconds that torture,
I will dance to the rhythm of anguish.

Personality's ragged looks invade
every chord that's snapped in my throat's wild curve,
listen to the magic which twirls knowledge,
know that the world's on the tip of my tongue.

From desperation beauty's created,
it is here in the fast beat of my heart,
breathe each second as if it's your last one,
let the spirit give it all to life's flames.




Liquid Consideration

Narcotic blinks of wild euphoria
capture medicinal purpose and laughs
as a sunken ship within the bottle
of my eye threads itself into the brain.
Alcoholic games wreak bitter havoc
on the nerves which jingle with greed's wisdom,
and the dragon's last breath blows dizzy heights
across universal freedom that's trapped
in emotional serenity's cry,
ragged habitual simplicity.

Gun smoke curls intellectual notions
while saturated endeavours strip sighs
from the mind's imaginative blue bliss,
there is an injected conversation.
Liquid consideration bubbles streams
of personality towards the sky,
an escape artist's reflective shadows
where aesthetic criteria is drawn
with professionalism bordering
on insanity's commercialism.

I climb from vision with careful patience,
choke on the fragrance of cool wishful thoughts,
broken glass footsteps are left behind me,
their trail fossilises quickly in time,
there is no need to look back and be still,
to change suddenly into crusted salt
for I am already what my tears hold.
The future's calm green death weaves subtle shapes
while the present stands in pools of collapse,
spider webs glisten in dawn's glitter.




Little Lady

As the soft light gathers breath in prayers,
hearts and minds capture beauty as warm hope
flows from spirits far and near in the world,
time shall explode, vibrancy shall return
and laughter once again will sprinkle joy.

Flowers whisper scent into wondrous thoughts,
petals are guardians of love's promise,
to watch over innocence while she sleeps,
a thousand kisses spill poetry out
towards the moment of recovery.

Heaven swirls mists of serenity's songs,
gently healing the soul's precious music,
and suns and moons will revolve in orbit
while the world holds its breath in quietude,
let the joys of spring revive this lady.





Lucidity

In the throes of oblivion were shades
of love; a silhouette of memory,
battered blinks of sanity caressed peace.

A constellation of wonderful sighs
became a refuge of serenity
as a waterfall countenance appeared,

ordinary temperatures quickly
rose to the heights of delicate rapture,
evaporation's climax exploded

while imagination intermingled
with woven fibres of reality.
I focused on beauty's stare; etched in space,

her whispers illuminate the spirit,
and I was whisked back to lucidity
where wild passion engulfs every day.




Lunchtime

I burped just as I was placing some egg
into my mouth; the tunnel of fine greed,
lovely gas wrapped itself around my leg
then it hugged me with ferocious speed.

Lunchtime, it is a favourite time of mine,
there are lots of beautiful things to eat,
I don't have much as I watch my waistline,
though it's tempting to eat a lot of meat.

Today I decided to have some yoke,
I do not like the white bit very much,
it makes me gassy and that is no joke,
let's share this meal so we can go dutch!

I'm trying to save some pennies you see,
for a trip to England's pleasant green land,
I'll wave then pop off go to Germany,
because I have heard that it is so grand.




Luscious Silence

Passion slowly reaches for lighter notes
as language blooms with possibility,
there is a waltz on the tongue's excitement,
fashionable steps which move in rhythm
to the fast-paced beat of the spirit's cries.
Sweet moments are stretched like seconds of pain
though it's pleasurable swirls of romance,
love's flutters shriek fireworks as the heavens
explode into mystery's sharp tuned thoughts,
individual sections pause for breath.

Songs of independence gather the night
and roll stars into perfumed desire,
blue winks satisfy the heart's jagged pulse
as wonder kisses the smooth skin of dreams;
coloured fascination with abstract art.
On the fractured breeze voices of angels
twist musical personality's thighs
into bright ribbons of wild history,
and salted freedom bellows its purpose,
she unfastens divine intervention.

Instrumental shadows flicker in flames,
candlelight whispers delicate magic
as tiny speckles of performance spin
with quiet laughter and intense circles;
open doors of revolving perception.
Enthusiasm shimmers with toned verse
while the future's wide-eyed looks roam courage,
it's a blur of satisfaction that slips
across time's animated character,
wings of imagination spread pure bliss.

Seductive fingerprints twirl sparks of grace
while splendour's anticipation reflects
in the shivers of feathered melody,
relaxation screams a new universe
into existence as bodies tap tears.
Elation's rapid ripples of instinct
collapse in fervour's whittled perfection,
beautiful tempered notions tenderly
explore luscious silence as minds curl up
and delve into the realms of sleep's plucked ache.



Mad Dogs And Englishmen

A smile on my best friend's cold button face
is wandering England's fine greenery,
I shall sit here and drink to adventure
and soak this stiff upper lip with some tea.




Celebration's Breath

Musical sounds wrap personality
around fragrant poetry; laughter's verse,
rhythmical harmonics deliciously
dance while tubular bells catch vibrations,
celebration's breath blows coloured petals
across the soul's wonderful arrangements.

Phrases erupt and swirl in the air's tones
as fine compositions find vocal chords,
there's a song on the tip of bright freedom,
it gallops to Heaven to bless Angels,
tempo delivers a classical breeze
to wild wings of beautiful expression.

Scores of language magically flutter
in hair which shines with love's delicate sighs,
and on the anniversary of birth,
friends gather together to perform blooms
of scented operas; instrumental
sections that precede arias of smiles.




Melodies - The Musical

The curtains unwrap eyes as wild applause
greets musicality's guest appearance,
scented quavers capture instrumental
fascination; trills of trembled perfume.

There's a smile that flutters excitement's sigh
as harmonies gather sound's vocal rose,
opened blooms spill bells of birth into love,
fairies kiss angels in the sky's blue depth.

Language is beautiful; classical chords,
moral compositions bring light rhythm
to warm songs of romantic expression
as structured dance leaps across performance.

Melodies slip flowers to emotions
as wings of divinity blow heaven
a dream; coloured with personality,
appreciation's ripples seek the stage.

The first act is a wonder of voices,
velvet scenes quietly come together,
in a rush of pleasure an encore sweeps
through an enthusiastic ovation.



Moist Moans

Soft caramel beauty
throws luscious looks
across a creamy white-
thigh sky's delight.

I taste orange scented lips
while chocolate toned skin
ripples beneath honey-combed fingers,
what a wonderful sensation,
to be held by exquisite toffee sighs.

Boiled sweet eyes roam
these mint expressions I release,
and love's flavour tingles taste buds.

Coffee holds vanilla swirls
then wraps sensuality into velvet,
moist moans trickle down thighs
while roasted dreams become
as sticky as this candy need.

Confectionary desire
whips spirits into a frenzy.

There are syrup stars
watching us undress,
I twirl imagination into folds
of crystalline reality
and whisper frivolous luxury
into the bed's open promise.




Musical Light

Derangement slices laughter's wondrous tones
as dark competitive skills find solace,
alcohol soothes wild fire synaptic bolts.

There's a rainbow on the edge of my tongue,
a fantastic colourful sanity;
twisted by God and time's fickle movement.

Slip those doors of perception wide open
while I fly past the breadth of confusion,
folly's fragrant flaps of promise delight.

I'm a mote in the sigh that stones vision,
a wizard of misled reality,
pass the optical illusion's volume.

Personal experience is broken
into dead shapes of poetry; still life,
and the mind explodes with musical light.




My Tooth

My tooth went on vaction with a smile,
I thought it would only be for awhile,
but it never came back, it's gone mobile.



Notions Pluck Suicide

The spirit is flicked by screaming angels
as wild comfort slips from a dead-eyed look,
nature's beauty has faded into grey
for I own it all yet there's nothing here,
my heart's soft rhythmic adventure is numb.

Tattered shrugs count time's personality
traits while I seek out God's blossomed character,
hookers pry my demons from silent streams
as alcohol trickles from flared nostrils,
nothing matters except absolution.

There are gardens of twisted white roses
that perfume my agony's fine-tuned sighs,
fields of wishful notions pluck suicide
from the dreams which cripple my bitter life,
love's a broken toy I paid for with greed.

Turquoise hallucinations follow me
as I indulge in frenzied cocktail scenes,
but it's all misguided, irrelevant,
for I've a thousand ghost stories haunting
the day's long stretch of imagination.




On The Far Side Of My Eye

Vibratory existence; the mind twists
and shakes imagination's purple stare,
emotional flower-heads catch the breeze
of notions which fracture simplicity,
there's a wing on the far side of my eye,
fluttered promises like dead confetti
scratch the colours that shimmer beauty's nod.

Sweat and tears flap hands across the table,
gulps of volatile intoxication
tease the spirit's cologne; sweet fragrant death,
anxiety crashes into warm fear
while dehydration folds cold desert winds,
backdated wisdom shuffles its anger
as splutters of dawn rip abstraction's coughs.

Involuntary movement smashes time
into tiny pieces of history,
wild visions of grandeur laugh sweet contempt
as self-imagery collides with vomit,
perhaps another well of bitter waves
will soothe this language; ragged screams of love
that twist hate in the mirror's distortion.




Operas Of Peace

Once upon a time there was some wine
which flowed from a melodic spirit,
it touched the lips of all alive with grace
and passionate humour; laughter danced.

As time spiralled across space and love
the wine found a home in humanity,
it was a wonderful experience to behold,
a woman was born, she sang sweet light.

Musical nature wrote sonnets of silk
as the universal wine pulsed rhythm
into everyone the woman touched with heart,
and the whole world spun operas of peace.




An Alcoholic Haze

Within an alcoholic haze I cry;
tears of soft sorrow which run down my face,
broken shadows sit in the deep blue sky,
a dark lament from God's beautiful grace.

Tears of soft sorrow which run down my face,
sweet hard liquid dreams of coloured desire;
a dark lament from God's beautiful grace,
lift me up from the cold eternal fire?

Sweet hard liquid dreams of coloured desire,
broken shadows sit in the deep blue sky,
lift me up from the cold eternal fire?
Within an alcoholic haze I cry.




Paper Thin

There's a little shell that smiles ash and coughs
which catch the eye's open coloured madness,
time to empty yesterday's escapades.
I will need the room soon as I light up
sections of individuality.

There's dust too on the carpet's colour; fine
lined dreams of living in paper thin smoke,
and I smile as laziness beats back sighs
of tomorrow won't come whilst travelling
the cracks that shatter today's desire.




Please Walk With Me?

Perhaps seriousness does fan your brow,
but that is fine for it touches me too -
Unpredictability's a bright smile
that streaks across wild personality,
I will be your friend if you'll walk with me?

So many combinations that make us,
character is a dark spiralled staircase
which spins our spirits into distant realms.
If you walk with me I will be your friend.

Tantrums or not, we're all children at heart,
we can brood or dance or pout like swirled love,
it matters not for laughter will surface
and wrap the warm days into the cool nights.
If you are afraid then please walk with me?



Salt Flavoured Snarls

Cherish those lies that trickle from love's eyes,
time's resistance shall stretch cold sanity
as the beacons of anger signal hate,
moments will captivate soft jealousy.
Salt Flavoured Snarls

Charm fate with a sorry coloured whimper,
perhaps it will set free some sympathy,
or reveal agony's blissful release,
muster up bare-faced delusion and cry.

Valiant spirit, devour wings of dreams
while revenge bleeds complex putrid pleasure,
hunter and prey mentality cruise warmth
as deceit's piercing howl of triumph stings.

Insignificant, you're exposed in light,
serenity will never touch those lips,
rational thought is going to fail you
for you've tempted my bright-lit innocence.

Now's the time to pay the price of friendship,
counterfeit radiance was discovered
in the damaged mind you fluttered at me,
sugar-coated hugs are salt flavoured snarls.





Shake And Smile

Is that for the fishing line,
it is ever so... small,
perhaps it is cold outside?

If you catch a whopper
then please don't throw it back
for it might swim away with laughter.

Is that last night's celebration
at the news of gender reassignment?
I hope you are happy as a woman.

Shake and smile now please,
and do not get it caught in your zip,
to catch a scream's high note.





Sick And Cynical

Distrust flicks contempt at the government's
motives; emotionally deranged souls,
in this benefit nation the sun's rays
never reach the spirit's ailing harvests,
cold time vomits corruption over lives,
a morbid obsession with laziness
spills freedom into employment's disguise.

I am a million miles from happiness
as destruction saturates desire -
morality's explosions devour
humanity's pessimistic actions,
I'm sick and cynical in this mad day.
Truthfulness roams the domain of wild lies,
integrity's lost in fields of honour.




Slips Of Colour

Daffodils; little butter
slips of colour,
speak of freedom's beauty.

As blood rushes to the mind,
I spill laughter onto petals.
Come and join me?



Sorrow's Tattered Volumes

Crowds of personality silently
stand on the edge of cold activity,
characters sway in the breeze of life's need
while on the horizon souls quietly bleed.

In the vast empty rush of the night's fear
speckles of anger suddenly appear,
there are screams in the minds of many men
as eyes flick madness again and again.

Hearts open with jagged hateful delight,
removing the spirit from its birthright,
another dead sigh spills fractured rhythm,
the heavens receive a new lost phantom.

HIstory's permanent battlefield blooms
by the fire of sorrow's tattered volumes,
one day we will love and not seek out death
but for now it lingers under bright breath.




Sound And Silence

Visions of majesty assail sad eyes
with amber fascination and beauty,
wonderful serenity cascades love
as nature's personification spills
time down into the realms of desire.
There are a thousand sighs that have gone west
as the sun touches eastern promises -
the night's but a dream away as ripples
of colour spiral out in quiet waves.

Humanity's activity is lost
while imagination steals peaceful rays,
natural scenery combines native
pleasure with a foreign independence.
Complexity is revealed with delight,
in reality it's simplicity
when the right soul catches a portrait's bloom.
Sound and silence kiss each other's stillness,
it's a slow-motion event trapped in mind.




Parmesan Spring Chicken

Spring's in the air with wild flavour,
parmesan crunchy delight sings love,
and I dance hunger into appetite
as chicken slips salt and pepper
into wonder's boiled potato clouds.

Vegetables whisper greenery to God
while the sun grills soft satisfaction,
and meaty looks flap grins of pure joy
across nature's spinach laughter,
in twenty minutes a feast is created.

I will lick my lips and shatter desire,
capture beauty on the tip of my tongue,
there are drops of sensation that dribble
down my chin's double rippled skin,
tenderness is devoured in a moment.




Sun Kissed

We let our hearts speak
as the sun kissed silence,
wild flowers watched
our fingers dance.

Bouquets of beauty
scented body language.

Petals bloomed love
while soft fragrance
sent wisps of rhythm
into the afternoon's stroll.




Swirled Freedom

An involuntary smile
saturated the wings of love;
flutters of passionate ardour.

Automatic language split
into two as the body reacted,
her glass like laughter
shattered the spirit; wild,
as wisdom danced to perfumed notes.

Natural behaviour
crashed petals against breath
while personalities let forth songs,
to brighten the heart's rhythm,
a moment is stretched
with possibility and warmth.

Time was folded on tongues;
kissing the colours in eyes,
a multitude of swirled freedom
gathered our wishes,
tied them into magnificence
for all the souls to bathe in.





The Chains Of Solitude

When I think of your lips
there's bliss which saturates
my spirit's subtle grace,
your arms are like angel's wings,
as soft as safety wrapped in loneliness,
I feel so lost when your gaze meets mine.

With tears come flowers, Heavenly,
but you are waiting to wipe them
from my cheek's soft promise.

A thousand steps of love
have been touched
by forever's emotional forest,
time slips white rhythm
towards the stars which watch
the flowing beauty I release.

There's a burning fire of dreams
devouring a million rejections,
and rivers of pain are quashed
by your sensitive freedom.

I will blow a prayer to your kindness,
live inside hope's flames
while wounds wait for stiches,
the breath of your wonder,
it will sew my agony into pleasure.
Come to me soon dear lover,
set me free from the chains of solitude?




The Clean Up Kid

They call me 'The Clean Up Kid'
'cos I'm fresh faced and enthusiastic,
I'll do anything to earn respect.
If you want that messed up body
swimming with the fishes in the sea,
then give me a call, I implore you,
and some cold hard cash to blow,
life and death is my tossed coin.
I'm loveable like a mad dog on heat,
my smile will shatter your bones.

Perhaps a kneecap you want smashed,
or an eye poked with a fine-tipped stick,
maybe your sister's no good man
is in need of some plastic surgery,
whatever it is, just pick up the phone
and we can negotiate the price.
I'm as clean as a whistle in mud,
as good as a nun's dirty dreams,
I'm the finest sharp shooter I know
with a sawn off shotgun at close range.

Text me, or visit, I do not mind,
just make sure you bring the greens,
or I might think you're being funny,
then you'll see me clowning around,
on your nuts with a sledgehammer,
or maybe your head in a vice will be cool,
just don't make me angry okay,
for I'll do my job on you for free,
now that we have established the rules,
are we going for a drink or two?




the duh song

duh! duh! duh!
stop talkin' daft will ya - duh!

duh! duh! duh!
mum you're not making me wear that!
i'll look like a cake that's half eaten,
please let me wear black or you'll be beaten.

duh! duh! duh!
now i am ten i can wear what i want - duh!
you're not the boss of me you know,
i'll run away from home, i'll go!

duh! duh! duh!
okay stop your whining high pitch - duh!
i'll wear it today but then it's being thrown away,
just stop crying like a baby, i'll stay.

duh! duh! duh!




The Edges Of Alcoholic Hell


The gin camp sat back and chewed viciously
on the soft wet labels of newly captive rums,
they pleaded for mercy with screams, none came.
Tortured and laughed at with malice they melted
away in the ecstasy of rough swollen tongue.

The vodka camp made plans to raid the whisky,
with thoughts of old moonshine from sugared looks.
Songs of war and freedom dominated the night
as they merrily prepared for their stomach ache,
all was well in their world as they dreamt victory.

Meanwhile, the brandy camp patrolled sleep,
unaware they were being watched by whisky eyes,
scouts hiding on the edges of alcoholic hell,
the name for the graves of fallen companions,
greedy vision drooled want before hangovers.

War saturated the sticky fingers of oblivion
orderly sections of sobriety were lost forever,
whole dreams were being consumed in gulps
of insanity as shouts of anger vibrated blood cells,
with a sigh the old man's hallucinations faded.





The Flowers Of Romance

Isolation screams conveyance
across love's fractured desire,
loneliness is instrumental
in the sighs that gather belief.

Indifference collides with warmth
as disaffection captures angst,
but I try to spin freedom's pulse
into beautiful wild colours.

Here in the folds of solitude
there are sparks of hope that linger,
and I reach for distance with smiles
while the spirit seeks out goodwill.

Perhaps the flowers of romance
will save me from this dark despair,
alienation's fragrant thoughts
maybe will vanish in time's fire.





The Hippy Heart

The eternal path is twisting with smiles
as ancient civilisations wrap love
into the spirit's quiet traditions,
and insight whips clouds across beauty's stare.

On the tip of wild imagination
a dream laughs as tears wave diversity,
let the mantra be great while peace sings out,
Vaishnavism throws flowers to the wind.

Illusion's removed with a valid pop,
the bubble is burst and the mind can see
truth within lies; swirling colours of grace,
confusion's artificial language fades.

Dance and crash cymbals with joy's desire,
sweep intoxicant culture under stars;
as bright as history's delicate light,
soulful rhythm captures the hippy heart.





The Mask Of God

World economy bubbles
near the fire and becomes
a world of comedy.

A cosmic joke which pulls
on the veins at the side of the neck.

To be given life with choice,
yet here we are, fighting
each other in the name of religion.

Famine throws a bloated wink
into the plastic cup of oblivion.

Spirits roam wet wonder
and are soaked by their sin
while poverty sings rich songs.

Dictators smile insanity
while wearing the mask of God.




Fluttered Hounds

The skin comes off; ripped silently-slowly
peeled by sanity's fractured somersaults,
it falls to the floor like spiralled feathers.

Tendons are pulled by needles of regret,
are snapped like a bow string; cold vibrations,
sound shatters the air with beautiful smiles.

Veins are gathered into small bloody balls
then thrown into a lost corner of love,
they sit in the dust of dead shadowed times.

Bones are broken; tiny pieces splinter,
larger ones wait to be gnawed by daylight,
the fluttered hounds of dawn's waterfall voice.

So all that is left now is who I am,
the spirit which sweeps along fine echoes,
personality that streamlines the mind.





The Spirit's Trashed

Ugly - I smash these silent reflections
and capture her invitation to dance.

Beautiful - she trashes this cold spirit
as cash kisses the pillow's perfumed scent.

In the fine mist of nervous energy
we find love inside animosity.

Truth's fresh barbs will rip apart the warm lies
as I return to my wife and smile love.




Tongues Wrap Satisfaction

Beautiful seduction flutters wild scent
as fingertips brush against love's sparkle,
in laughter's eyes reflections are shimmered
with powerful emotional release.
A kiss of freedom tenderly captures
personal pleasure; sweet romantic bliss,
and passion sings with a quiet shiver
of anticipation's fervent ascent.
Hearts and minds conquer God's divinity
while splendour spins imagination's dreams.

Adrenaline sweeps into perfection
with enthusiastic musical smiles,
spirituality gathers Heaven
and rolls it into sensuality.
Virile strength intertwines with fragrant moans
as wonder swirls around angel's bright wings,
there are moments of rippled melody
in the sighs that whisper delight's cyclones.
Joy's an intense sculptress; chipping at fire,
her tools are feathered strings of fine rhythm.

Birdsong accompanies an orchestra
as dawn's wisps of magic surround sweet sound,
ardour's considerations are relaxed,
delicate twists which stroke the skin's presence.
Souls linger on sleep's subtle performance,
abstract shapes await the curves of belief,
the cool night will bring fresh compositions
to the animal instinct that dances,
felt covered hammers will play forever
as two tongues wrap satisfaction in warmth.





Trapped In Movement

Atmospheric direction pushes me
through winds while thunder and lightning promise
to appear in the sky's delightful breath.
Perhaps my final performance is here,
swept up from imagination's wild way.

A poetic embolism's spoken,
time's wide eyes steal a visionary glance.
Photographic strands of literary verse
angle their way from expression; frozen,
but trapped in movement's black and white outburst.




Soft Memories


Without love our spirits fade
soft memories curl up and sigh,
inside dreams history is played,
without love our spirits fade.

On a song's high note we are laid,
no more smiles in beautiful skies,
without love our spirits fade,
soft memories curl up and sigh.




Compositions Of Peace

As bright as pure light; spellbindingly white,
spirituality dances through dreams,
there is love that's pinned to the Divine's might.

At the end of life Heaven will invite
souls to the garden of Eden's extremes;
as bright as pure light; spellbindingly white.

Nature's poetry we all should recite,
soft beauty within sweet scented fine themes,
there is love that's pinned to the Divine's might.

Contrast explores eyes and gives us respite
from simple complexity's fine-tipped screams;
as bright as pure light; spellbindingly white.

Compositions of peace will fold the night
into the hearts of humanity's streams,
there is love that's pinned to the Divine's might.

So gather up faith's wonderful insight
and wander along the mind's sturdy beams;
as bright as pure light; spellbindingly white,
there is love that's pinned to the Divine's might.



Visual Communication

Figuratively speaking with hands,
each moment built a series of smiles
from the heart's white rhythm,
she captured her audience with style
while grace stared at anticipation's teeth,
as bright as a spirit in vanilla scented love.

Intensely her eyes caught resolution
and whispered songs under movement,
fingers caught silence as minds roared.
Language was a quiet delight to sign,
it crashed cymbals of perpendicular poetry
while her face twisted an emotional climax.

Poetry does not have to be spoken aloud,
there are people in the world who can not hear
but they can still enjoy the arts.





Voices That Ride

We break through silent considerations as fingers are lost in reason,
the world is a universe in mouths, I spit it out,
shivers of language get stuck in throats,
splutter dreams and release the soul.

Hear our cries crack the colours in eyes,
watch them ring the bells of freedom that shine.

Rock and roll gutters are homes in shadows, we stalk them,
to capture all the high notes chasing the low toned sighs.

Time and space shall not quiet us as we weave ourselves
into the sky's open expanse of personality.

We have love in the palms of our hands so we sing,
let it all out to gather the masses that dance.

Open those lungs and receive life's beautiful rhythms,
so we can slip into spirits and crash along their waves.

Believe what your senses are telling you now,
find the stars in the heavens; so sweet,
home is where the music is, let it shine.

Masterful melodic perception is ours,
run wild with the beats that surround thoughts.

Here in this moment are voices that ride the breeze,
let the wonder of knowledge saturate everything.





Where Is My Hair?

Someone has stolen my hair, oh dear,
whatever shall I do without it?
I can't go out for I'll go daft I fear,
I'm going to have a tantrum, a fit.

Someone has ran away with my wig,
what a terrible thing to do to me,
I am famous, I'm so cool, I'm so big,
if I don't get it back I'll do a mad jig.

I should have glued it on to my head,
then it would not have been taken,
if I catch the swine he'll end up dead,
I demand the public to take action.

I am Ringo Starr, of the famous four,
how can I be treated so badly?
Liverpool sucks, it says in my brochure,
all who live there have got bad acne.

01 - Strands Of Beauty
02 - Structured Vanity
03 - Reserved - 5 lines
04 - Hues Of Love
05 - A Synchronised Orbit
06 - White Whine
07 - Flights Of Fancy
08 - Wild Life
09 - Dead Language
10 - Firm And Bold
11 - Flowered Scenes
12 - A Blank Canvas
13 - A Crumpled Sheet Of Dead Poetry
14 - A Field Of Emotion
15 - A Tender Mystery
16 - A Tender Poet
17 - A Vile Monster
18 - Glittered Hope
19 - Reincarnation
20 - Abstraction
21 - Amunet Wolfbane
22 - Elemental Angel
23 - Adam Finds Eve
24 - Alberta Roses
25 - Ambitious Whispers
26 - Another Rose On A Grave Mind
27 - Artificial Language
28 - Benevolence
29 - Chasingtheday's Bio-Degradable
30 - Blossomed Karma
31 - Broken Crayons
32 - On The Way To The Chippy
33 - Fragrant Love
34 - Colours Saturated Freedom
35 - Creation's Genie
36 - Dawn's Invitation
37 - God's Wondrous Sighs
38 - Relaxation's Delicate Whispers
39 - Scented Anxiety
40 - Emotional Sanctuary
41 - A Man Of Many Talents
42 - Beautiful Fantasies
43 - Extraterrestrial
44 - Eye Queue
45 - Edible Eyeballs
46 - Fast And Furious
47 - Fine Curled
48 - Forever Young
49 - Gas Mask Sale - £2.99
50 - I Reach For God



Strands Of Beauty

Flowered scenes stalk the afternoon's bright glow:
cold light gathers summer's wistful decay,
medicinal properties wave green leaves
into the fold of mind's ragged plateau,
it's another sliver of time; the day
captures hold of the night's shadowy thieves.

Strands of beauty careen across the sky
as delicious smiles stretch themselves on clouds
of coloured dreams; aspects of the self's pause,
artistic musings wander through the eye,
an open portion of sanity's shrouds,
and with twisted fingers I clutch at straws.



Structured Vanity

Characters assemble themselves in mind
as the heart scratches the lanes of distance,
boredom's a world away as I lose time
whilst discovering new chaotic verse,
to rearrange into streamlined passion.

Personality whips freedom's wide eyes
with wild emotional musical barbs
and the spirit exhales language with ease.

Egotistical wings of promise slip
structured vanity across buttered sighs,
I reach for beautiful fractured madness,
live in hope's cold battered serenity
as the delusions of grandeur soothe fears.

It is all an escape to the country,
to breathe in the stark delight of fresh air
while nicotine fingers crack paper thought.


Reserved - 5 lines

I would like to reserve my place in your
contest please, I hope you don't delete it,
even though I may not even bother
to actually a write a poem for your prompt,
it's bloody stupid anyway I think.


Hues Of Love

As the sky sings with cool beauty
clouds collect multicoloured scenes,
Heaven kisses nature's wisdom
while dawn fires quiet birdsong,
a moment of clarity sighs.

God's photographic snap-shot eye
captures perfection's subtle warmth,
Angels flap wings of streamlined light
then rush towards the wind's soft breath,
in the deep hues of love smiles float.


A Synchronised Orbit

Within
a synchronised
orbit we splash
universal language,
reflected scales.



White Whine

I spilt the white wine
then released a bright whine.



Flights Of Fancy

Turquoise ripples
gently saturate
sweet life,
feathered smiles
are guarded
by bovine strength.

Love's flights of fancy
are quietly dreamed.



Wild Life

As solitude vanished
with a smile's fluttered dream,
I sampled beauty's perfection.

Wild life splashed
scenery into the mind,
perhaps today would be
the day I saw Mother Nature's ghost.



Dead Language

With shrugs
of dead language
I coughed jugular veins
into warm bloodstained rags,
expression spat pieces
of flesh to poetry.

Anarchy's drops
of personality exploded
as they crashed against silence,
I sank teeth into character
while prose became a nightmare.



Firm And Bold

Firm and beautiful I was told,
they're still fresh but I am old,
suck 'em please, go on be bold!




Flowered Scenes

The world
is a magical place,
full of giant possibilities,
here in youth's garden I dance
imagination into laughter.

There are rainbows and fairies
who flutter wings of innocence
while I spin dreams into adventure.

In the future's bright wonder
my destiny sips on purity's smiles;
flowered scenes of life.



A Blank Canvas

Look at the male body, nude,
now some might think it very rude,
but I think it can be argued
that it's fine art, a wondrous dude.

A blank canvas to be tattooed
or with no art, it's still valued,
you can't stuff it with fresh seafood
because it will never be viewed.

Men and women, don't be a prude,
let your gaze be quietly glued,
it's all skin and bone that's issued
by God and His Heavenly brood.




A Crumpled Sheet Of Dead Poetry

Language stutters as stained nails are bitten
right down to the quick, pure pastel malice
twirls deformity around flowered grace,
infatuation's angelic colour
is full of cold saturated deceit,
and I smile as lazy visions twirl see-through
snarls into misconception's bland purpose.

You're a crumpled sheet of dead poetry,
I still want to kiss you while burning lies,
let's string up love now we know it's bitter,
we can crack its sharp discomfort all night.
Deranged expectation's murdering guilt,
those frozen sparks in your eyes are broken,
congratulations, you're a shipwrecked soul.



A Field Of Emotion

Friendship sometimes
brings cold heartache,
but laughter too
will dance rhythm
across the distance
in between me and you.
I will never forsake you,
these moments of anxious life
are ours to shape with love,
with the embrace of fear.

We are a field of emotion
that throws fragrant humanity
into the path of nature's breath,
come, let's blossom
and smile with generosity.
If you wish to scream, scream,
release the pent up times,
afterwards we can watch
stars paint history's journey.
I will be your friend,
will you be mine?



A Tender Mystery

The dawn took laughter into fragrant bliss -
fluttered wisps of fabric caressed the room
while colour withdrew from the day's sweet scent,
mademoiselle was all dressed in beauty;
lavish eyes made with imagination
lips were a promise of eternity.

Night would find the comfort inside a kiss,
lift the silent spirit from doom and gloom -
for want caressed her feverish ascent,
questions drooled with answers' humility,
and legs felt warmth with love's wild sensation,
there's no mask in this sexuality.

Now's the night when freedom finds its princess,
emotions charge in the fruitful bedroom,
passion will bubble and then it'll ferment,
and hearts will dive into worlds; flowery,
as cool as wonderful petalled jasmine,
slipper's no more a tender mystery.



A Tender Poet

As time whips her last sunset with smiles;
gentle lips and teeth as white as wild suns,
I capture serenity in each breath
released with songs of wonderful beauty,
today is my last, reality's wink,
people watch the sky slip down towards earth.

There is no fear, only calm acceptance,
in the streets are parties full of power,
but I sit here listening to the beat
of civilisation's peppered demise,
all the wisdom of humanity's age
is caught in daisy chains around warm minds.

Tomorrow's wings are delicately soothed
while yesterday's distant memory weeps,
and I capture this life in slow-motion
with the gnarled hands of a tender poet,
perhaps the day will last in history,
the pages of a universe that bleeds.



A Vile Monster

As dark as eyes that capture death's wild thrill,
her stare's a piercing picture of cold hate -
Roman Catholic cartwheels twist in thoughts
as love spills instruction through ragged screams.
Winds of children howl pain across time's night,
their haunts a reminder to her disgrace,
and shallow graves twist sodden earth in dreams;
nightmares colour the absence of remorse.

Life for life - she wastes away behind guilt,
freedom's a luxury she'll never own,
voices capture depravity's hunger,
no reprieve laughs bitterness across souls.
Tormented humanity seek justice,
and peace for hearts that remain in limbo,
so many memories were not explored
by young minds cut short by a vile monster.



Glittered Hope

Anticipation breathes casually,
desire eases friendship's glittered hope,
I join kisses, lavishly making notes,
open pleasure quickly refines smiles' touch,
under violet wishes xylene yesterdays zoom.




Reincarnation

In the ecstasy of sarcasm
there lies the white flag -
blissful ignorance screams.

Inside this heart
are beats of long ago,
before reincarnation claimed me.




Abstraction

The ebb of the once great poet
declined a personal invitation
to dance dead lies against truth.

He swam towards futuristic scenes,
wrapped warmth against reason
and rediscovered artistic rhetoric.

Abstraction dripped from pursed lips
as sleep fashioned classical oratory
from dreams of public splendour.

And a smile fluttered language
across an ocean of exaggeration,
a low rustling verse twirled speech.




Amunet Wolfbane

A sigh flutters around nature's cool smile,
moments stir freedom while purrs wrap around
unique understanding for love and life -
natural grace swirls around fur as wild
elements streak across the spirit's strength,
there is a delicious heartbeat that flies.

Wondrous anticipation wanders fields,
on the breeze - fast paced motion captures wind,
let the universe fold pleasure in dreams;
fruitful imagination blooms in sleep,
beauty howls at lunar light, bright as time,
and the world spins appreciation's silk,
night streams through the veins with subtle power,
easy purpose is fine tuned to magic.



Elemental Angel

Ease the mind -
let dreams drift beauty,
everything is invisible,
moments are stretched into love,
each breath saturates emotional quavers,
nowhere can i find the door
that opened into reality's realm,
all i see now is colour,
licking the paint off tomorrow.

Angles strike angels,
near the shine -
glass thoughts split
emptiness into love,
let the spirit dance life's pause.



Adam Finds Eve

Adam Finds Eve

Adam finds Eve drunk under the apple tree,
her hair is a mess and a leaf has blown away.

With a shocked expression pinned to Heaven,
he creates a daisy-chain blanket and covers her.

Eve Finds Adam

Eve finds Adam staring at her tenderly as she wakes,
there is a soft fragrant kiss on his lips while he smiles.

"Where am I?" She asks, and Adam gently replies,
"You are home now, in the beautiful garden of Eden."

Satan finds God

Satan finds God towering above him with a stick.
"You are in for it now," he booms and whacks him.

With a slithering speed, sneaky Satan rushes away,
but God has him sussed, he opens the oven door!

In the new edition of Heaven Press
it was revealed that Satan tried
to tempt Eve with an apple,
thankfully she declined,
but she did accept the booze.




Alberta Roses

Emotional adversity strikes
anatomy; cadenced breath,
as her whispered discourse sighs.

There's a lost summer in her stare
which swirls through winter's cotton chill.

Her innermost ocean throws undulations
across the spirit's blankets -
and she ties silk fragrance to memory
while her cheeks blush poetry's kiss.

Sensual jingles devour language
when silence threatens,
but her petals of strength
are like collisions of romance,

her intimate intercourse blooms
with quiet social ability.

Wildflowers and melodies
are her heart's magical power,
atmospheric familiarity that crashes
smiles into love's cultivated space.

Pink Alberta roses seduce her fancy
as nature's harmony wraps rain
into time-zones travelled -
so many miles captured under fingernails.

Compositions of regret
slip artistic deliverance towards
lithe movement; improvised gestures
which sip moisture from lips
with gentle suggestion.

And her beauty is laced with finery's ambition,
she's a smooth galaxy's rippled performance
inside a universe of mathematical floral design.




Ambitious Whispers

Intense, exotic dreams:
wise, soft romancing,
ambitious whispers
flicker over sighs,
heartbeats open then close
while we entrance breath.

Paper scenes
flutter our scent:
so delightful,
delicate freedom slips
through stars God sent,
now laughter roams beauty
whilst life recites wishes:
love - I place these lips on yours.




Another Rose On A Grave Mind

Stage presence -
sexual gratification,
stoned stares skinning
crowds with wild abandon.
The end is coming closer.

Pass the whiskey,
the horse's eye, all of your love,
your joints, the dance.

Asleep, the dream echoes
around the walls of the night.
Awake, ride wild winds,
telephone God and smile.

Short poems - long poems
sliding from songbird's throat,
sleazy sorcerer, spherical
lizard king on eggshells.
The end was sooner than thought.

In death - still alive,
every thought that lights fire
is another rose on a grave mind.

Artistic expression slipped softly
to thoughts - lament now
for the death of his cock with
alcoholic breath firing memories.

This is the end - musical friend.




Artificial Language

Structured imagination
becomes reality's finesse
while nature cracks
brittle branches.

Time's possessed by colour,
a frozen bridge that steals the eye.

The elements support activity
yet watch silence flap
artificial language.

Dreams are captured,
taken for granted and ignored
while sighs journey towards
their destination,

just out of reach from
photosensitive cosmic rays.

Artistic humanity,
creativity becomes
commonplace,
we blink but do not see.

On a road of energy,
tunnel into the spirit
and feel its pulse.




Benevolence

The journey took unpredictable turns,
but I was twisted into solitude;
or perhaps just loneliness for nature
kept her eyes close to mine as I travelled.

There were soft breezes that tempted my soul,
to turn back - to just give up the cold ghost,
determination struck my cheek with love,
the vertigo I witnessed fell away.

The high life beckoned with icicle smiles,
peaks of civilisation were distant
specks of dusted benevolence; calm songs,
if I could make a wish then I would do.

Perhaps these clouds are just white subtle dreams,
in reality I'm still in the dawn -
or this lack of breath is a memory
that eludes the call of personal space.

It matters not for I crawled across shades,
colourful humanity never spoke,
I find myself here in quiet notions,
flicking laugher and frowns around the world.





Chasingtheday's Bio-Degradable

Chasingtheday's been writing poetry
over the last twenty one centuries,
give or take a month here and there I suppose.
He was born in a small field near a lake
and grew up to find he was immortal,
at the age of eighteen he stopped aging.
He also likes to dabble in soft paint,
on occasion flirts with coloured pencils.
His work reflects influential moments
in life, in the realms of bitter-sweet love,
to create new exciting verse that sings.
Individuality dances words
across time's sensational open face.
You will find his work and mind in pages.





Blossomed Karma

Seclusion's fancy whispers desire
while quiet absence; privacy's vision,
threads soft musical imagination
into chains of petal-like scenery.
Stunted loneliness does not inspire
as folds of light catch the scent of jasmine,
and supreme contentment lifts sensation
to wild heights on this personal journey.

Eternity is a moment that's stretched
across fields; shimmered in Heaven's delight,
memories kiss sighs of fragrant love's plight
as ripples wander skin's euphoria.
Flora shivers nature's fine garments; sketched
within the mind's gentle colourful sight -
sections of time are caught while I recite
poetry that soothes with blossomed karma.




Broken Crayons

With an insect mentality I swerve
across spherical imagination's promise;
smooth cinnamon breath,
while conscious elements
process distinguished intelligence.

Sanity's buttered wisps
flick grey mystery
into black striped illusions

as a whisper of thought roams delicacy,
elegant fluctuations ravage smiles.

Remembrance swarms
across a tribal dance,
future tense is ripped to shreds
then kissed by present colours,
I fling a metaphoric symbol through art.

With a manic flourish of wild rose laughter
abstract hallucinations are made real;
an oil paint masterpiece
delivered with broken crayons.





On The Way To The Chippy


Irene:
So, what is it you fancy, a hot dog?
I am going to get some nice fish and chips.

Gertrude:
A hot dog sounds good, fishcakes are better,
and maybe some mushy peas and a coke.

Irene:
Did you like the scenery at the beach?
All those wild hounds with next to nothing on!

Gertrude:
Oh yes, I was pretty impressed apart
from that one with the er little wiener!

Irene:
I know! Fancy that. Oh adjust your shades
Gertrude, here comes Fred The Head with his ball.

Fred The Head:
Hello ladies, where are you off to then?

Irene and Gertrude in unison:
Away from you and your ball stinky chops!

Fred The Head:
Bloody charming that is, right, I'm off then.

To the chippy trot Irene and Gertrude,
Irene went for chips and curry while poor
Gertrude had a fit at the price and kicked
off with the owner - the police were called.
All was well though for she legged it quickly.




Fragrant Love

Soft curls
of fragrant love
capture the room's delight,
in the swirl of your eye I breathe
my dreams.



Colours Saturated Freedom

The world spun as stars collected language,
the impossible danced the possible
around his wild heart's fluttered frantic beats,
"I just do not believe it, but it's true!"

And God laughed with gentle understanding.
"I have been here all the time, in your smile,
beside you as you cried, in your spirit
as it soared around Heaven's warm wisdom."

"I wanted to know you but thought you'd gone,
now the light touches this darkness with ease."
Colours saturated freedom and shone
while serenity washed his mind's eye.

"You were not ready, but now is the time,
to reveal to you universal love,
I am in everything and everyone,
trust yourself, emotional flights of grace."

And the man found life was beautiful rays,
intermingled with knowledge and free will,
the possible was not impossible,
a second of faith captured his purpose.




Creation's Genie

Mythological shapes swirl up and bloom,
creation's genie is captured in time,
God's dreams twist light; imagination's swarm.

Celestial energy spills sorrow
across distant looks while dreams of nature
colour wild thoughts gasping for one last breath.
Swirls of atmosphere cast lightning visions
as reflections strive for strength's silent possibility.




Dawn's Invitation

As the night's skeletal wishes brush away stars
I climb into the soft magic of dawn's passion,
freedom strokes love's inner thigh with a tender lick
and moments stretch as imagination enters
the wild domain where flesh and dreams intermingle.

Emotional sensations explode desire,
unrestrained ejaculation shivers the soul
while birdsong celebrates life's magical climax.

Muscles slacken themselves as smiles catch fast sunlight,
severity becomes mild and whispers of peace
sprinkle inhibitions across wonderful moans,
time and space throw cool knowledge into the mind's eye,
intellectual sighs gather up existence.




God's Wondrous Sighs

Heaven is a breath away as light catches the spirit's fluttered deliverance,
God's wondrous sighs personalise the laughter dancing in the heart,
artistic beauty colours nature's rhythmic flow,
angels capture fluted wisdom so they can merrily impart
knowledge and faith to souls that quietly delve into love's magical performance,
imagination is my mind's fine tipped arrow.

Slow motion movement winks
at the day's elegant passion
while dreams of eternity splash poetry's desire.

Choirs of wild humanity sing out their pleasant notes of undiluted brilliance,
in life's complexity hands weave activity in a new start,
dart along the busy lanes of divine ego
while the universe unrolls history's soft collisions that part
darkened velvet curtains of confusion which linger within fate's silent presence,
let bright white light soothe splendour's delicate meadow.

Mellow eyes quickly blink
as popular beliefs; Christian,
sweep along the melodic flames of sentimental fire.

Admire and enjoy the fantastic musical ripples of creation's purpose,
flawless thunder whips up lightning episodes into a frenzy which bring gladness.




Relaxation's Delicate Whispers

As light catches the stretch of invitation in the dawn's glance I find her embrace,
beautiful quiet warmth inside the throes of cool spiralled freedom,
buxom splendour lifts up the spirit's wild colour,
I'm overwhelmed by life's wondrous scent and love's passionate wisdom,
the world's soft activity is lost within silent folds of her magical face,
sentimental kisses reach for rhythm's ardour.

Answers are found in sighs
while personalities sweep minds
into the realms of excitement's fresh possibility.

Sensuality's pulse we will swirl fine memory within and forever chase,
eternity's a fingertip away in history's chasm,
blossoms of sweet humanity twirl with fervour;
enthusiastic steps across the wings of a brand new poem,
this spellbound melodic time of fluttered simplicity we will never erase,
our bodies seek the quality of nature.

Deeper meanings find eyes;
as furious as loving winds
which lift us cleanly into Heaven's vast garden gently.

Ghostly moans roam above relaxation's delicate whispers of buttered content,
fragments of reality merge with fantasy as we return to the present.




Scented Anxiety

As individuality twists and turns inside the wild confines of the day,
silent personality arranges tattered feathers of light,
white sensations blind the mind's open blinking eye,
fractured complexity shatters the quiet fragrance of the night
while deranged perplexity rifles through cold withered dreams that are filled with decay,
there are no spaces left for a dark bitter cry.

Sigh away crazy words,
death's a doorway in time's features,
expressions are washed into history's wanton hunger.

After the spirit's fine phantom crashes across Heaven's poetical freeway,
love will scream her scented anxiety; there will be no respite,
fights with inner demons screech through the reasons why
sorrow roams the halls of an egotistical dangerous plight,
fear slips heartbeats into tiny sections of simplicity's face; a washed out gray,
self-imagery cackles insanity's reply.

Trying to move forwards
I find I am losing answers
to all the casual questions that constantly bother.

Chapter and verse violently attack this toned schizophrenic admiration,
caution's thrown viciously aside as moods strangle another terrified notion.




Emotional Sanctuary

Within my mind are her whispered flutters,
they are like ribbons of silk; smooth colour,
she strokes my smiles with her soft golden voice.

Imagination's synaptic rhythm
is caressed by delicate wisps of thought,
my ego is polished by her warm breath.

Lips shatter silence with a bright brushed light,
it slips into history with the roar
of anticipation's quivered fragrance.

A name on the tip of my tongue dissolves
while artistic design ripples down skin,
her words are wings of quiet blue motion.

Shivered lace captures sanity's scent
as personality throws pale petals
towards inspiration's wild influence.

A continuous symphony of love
saturates pastel cravings; oh language,
conquer this hunger that ravages grief?

Let the realms of sleep bring fairytale scenes,
so I can fly with beauty's ghostly form,
melodies of contentment seek my ear.

In my emotional sanctuary
I'll devour the magical trails which lead
to her name; such an elusive title.




A Man Of Many Talents

Here lies a man of many talents,
but he could not master his ailments,
he was a spirit of fine substance,
many friends bow their heads in silence,
and some quietly whisper, "good riddance!"




Beautiful Fantasies

There are beautiful fantasies that smile,
perhaps we can explore them for awhile?
A delicious warm chocolate shower,
followed by a tongue full of power.

We could splash the night with sighs
while reaching for the ultimate cries,
maybe a gentle brush of lips on lips
as your scent brings out the whips.

There are many fashionable games
we can play in sensuality's flames,
or an ice cold queen you could be,
I'd melt you and turn you into a sea.

A million flavours of double cream
might be licked of skin while we dream
of French uniforms all short and sweet,
let's get it on and have a lovely treat.




Extraterrestrial

In the depths of night they hide
amongst the spirits of humanity,
immortal souls that shepherd us,
we are pawns to alien society.
I am a servant to their every whim
now that I have discovered them.

In time they quietly glide,
and prey on our personality,
our fear to them is priceless,
they feast on our bright vanity
before tearing us limb from limb,
throughout ages they cause mayhem.

Our lives will never be untied
for they are forever hungry,
they're full of malice and vicious,
evil's sometimes other worldly,
extraterrestrial, they're grim,
malevolent, our lives they condemn.




Eye Queue

Eye taps fine lashes -
nature whittles away souls
in the queue of life



Edible Eyeballs

It was pure delight as the sharp blade cut
through the eyeball; staring at me with glee,
for awhile I had been extremely hungry,
with care and attention I sliced and diced.

I was going to have chips but then saw
the odd delicacy in big bold print,
it was then ordered with a touch of mint,
a beautiful taste, a cod's eyeball; raw.




Fast And Furious

Softly, I flutter up from quiet dreams,
the pillow's wild warmth is pleasurable,
and I am awake - dawn's been invaded,
sound stutters on my ear's oval membrane
then rushes down dark thought's vast corridors,
deranged screams whip complexity's blue eye.

Emotional breezes sting with voices
of other conscious entities - I slip
across the breadth of mauve insanity,
everyday confusion spirals through tears
while intellect strikes cymbals and withers,
mental activity stumbles through fear.

A primeval howl captures ancient souls
while notions twist skin into frenzied shapes,
agony's agency laughs violent scenes
above mutilated perception's cry,
destructive characters sew distortion
into severity's rough character.

It's all too fast and furious as pain
drags my energy down chasms of force,
sleep's roar tries to regain lost liberty
and I slide into calm unconsciousness,
cognitive ability's abandoned,
relief's capacity welcomes smooth bliss.



Fine Curled

I wait for soft hands to consider words,
freshly printed, bold colours stare language,
fine curled print saturates me as I sigh;
a line that's personified in your heart's book.



Forever Young

In midnight's speckled astonishment
there are lies that flutter indignation,
I will watch your graceful descent
into a frenzied heart's whipped ocean.

Your performance will be relished
by those who you casually deceived,
a ruptured ego that's finely polished
will never again by me be believed.

Vomit stained shoes you remind me of,
such a delicious face that quietly beams,
your face is now a pretty shade of mauve
for you know I'll stalk you in your dreams.

So enjoy the spotlight that you crave,
I will be here still with my sharp tongue,
soon you will reach our for the grave,
in death you'll get to be forever young.




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I Reach For God

Insignificant humanity blinks
as the universe wraps the curvature
around twisted holes; as black as deep thought.

Macrocosmically, I sprinkle dreams
on the structure of indefinite time,
complex phenomena - I reach for God.

Mathematical language rips apart
the blatant lies which sneaks into truth's death,
dimensions flick simplicity's rhythms.

Here in the confines of mystery's realm
are moments that stretch our understanding,
cold mechanics are spherical spirits.

01 - Artful Scenes
02 - Personality's Ripples
03 - A Million Stars' Charades
04 - Tattered Malaise
05 - When I Reach Heaven
06 - Whispers Run Naked
07 - Machine Gun Doctrine
08 - Silent Nature
09 - Metallic Paint!
10 - Life's Courage
11 - Stuttered Hearts
12 - A Moon In The Eye
13 - A Whale Of A Time
14 - As Fine As Nutmeg
15 - In A Sigh's Sea
16 - Adultery's Steel Visions
17 - An Explosive Encounter
18 - The Floor's Pools Of Civilisation
19 - Fingers Break Visionary Silence
20 - Silken Looks
21 - The Door's A Distant Memory
22 - Time's Sweetness
23 - An Insane Poetic Performance
24 - Mirror Of Self Doubt
25 - Neon Intelligence
26 - Painted Laughter
27 - Inside The Dawn
28 - Scripted Precision
29 - Silent Wings
30 - Freedom
31 - A Spiral Of Imagination
32 - Chocolate
33 - Terrified Lips
34 - In A Carpet Of Colour
35 - Astronomical Personality.
36 - Spiralled Technology
37 - Metamorphic Smiles
38 - Delicious Visionary Aspects
39 - Bluebells In Blue Jeans
40 - A Hurricane's Fast Embrace
41 - Cool Complex Rhythms
42 - Emotional Danger Zones
43 - Sunstroke
44 - Alive In The Moment Of Death in alco stamina folder
45 - Alcoholic Stamina
46 - Perfect Assassination
47 - Beauty's Promised Design
48 - Love's An Impression Of Reality
49 - Serenity Explodes
50 - Bright With Life







Artful Scenes

As love
collides with sighs,
artful scenes devour
visions that swirl open spirits;
bright smiles.

Wisdom
sweeps the sky's clouds
while whispers cascade tones
of musical deliverance,
hearts break.

Angels
roll horizons,
gentle wings flap Heaven
into the dreams of wild magic,
eyes weep.

Beauty
seeks warm solace
as raindrops push desire
across coloured realms of freedom;
sweet songs.

Feathered
motion cruises
through time's slow perception,
poetry gathers rainbows' curves,
souls dance.

As love
sweeps the sky's clouds,
gentle wings flap Heaven
across coloured realms of freedom,
souls dance.


Personality's Ripples

Derelict sensations wither slowly
while love gently whispers illicit scenes,
inartistic declarations promise
that tomorrow's visionary wonder
shall be a colourful, heartfelt affair,
and isolation sparkles smiles at night,
the heavens spin suns across a dream's sigh.

Waves of opportunity crash towards
the Perspex curves of self-imagery's wish,
on the outskirts of imagination
I dance farewells through an open portal,
thoughts collect pools of stagnant energy
as desire twists and turns itself inward,
there's an invitation to collapse life,
the public arena bellows silence,
satisfaction no longer welcomes souls,
too much aggression for being alive
with personality's ripples of light.


A Million Stars' Charades

Disengage yourself from that arrow's tip,
set free the spirit to fly in love's wish;
beautiful strips of coloured confusion,
in the fields where hearts beat smiles can languish
with sighs that wander through passion's tight grip,
wondrous skies charge along dreams that question -
here within laughter's blurred vision wings cruise
down winds of personality's issues,
artistic deliverance streams its shades
as complex notions twist desire in braids,
emotions are taut strings of wondrous light;
silk ribbons of character seeking night,
the dawn's call is a million stars' charades
which tease souls wrapped in comfort's welcome plight.


Tattered Malaise

As windows shatter I cover my eyes,
there is broken silence everywhere now;
cutting ribbons of sanity to shreds,
I'm turning inside this open grave thought
while wheels of indifference collect sighs,
communication is wiped from the brow
and this tattered malaise quietly spreads
into agony that's violently caught.

Slip sections of anguish to these dry lips,
cry while I wait in broken halls to die -
I will not recognise life's cold transcripts.

Rain down your questions of bitter contempt,
soak visions with machine gun precision -
I'll smile and hide under the same old stone...
tear up love and unwrap colours of hate,
show the stars compassion's futile attempt
at relieving the dead spirit's tension,
I'll just flap sorrow inside this cyclone
as this wild mind fathoms ways to create.

Slip sections of decay to this lost stare,
cry while I soar imagination's sky -
I will not recognise life's cold nightmare,
for I'll be long gone as you push and poke,
there will be no soul to slice with your teeth,
and nothing left to casually provoke.


When I Reach Heaven

I am getting buried in instalments
for it's much cheaper to do it that way,
in ten years' time I'll bury my bottom
then I will have to stand around awhile,
but I'll save a fortune on loo paper!
In twenty years I will bury my legs,
rest in a wheelchair with go faster stripes,
I'll save loads on shoes and never buy socks,
I'll be smiling all the way to the bank.
In thirty years my arms go in the plot,
I will just be a torso and a head,
that's ok though for I plan to just think
about when I finally reach Heaven,
the angels will have lots of fun and games
with putting me back together again,
I will be the bright soul of the party,
the spiritual jigsaw to please crowds,
but all of that is in the future's lanes,
right now I am signing forms for my grave
to be dug on island in the sun.


Whispers Run Naked

Inside a dream of photosynthesis
I stretch my leaves out towards subtle light;
shrouded by humanity's pollution,
vascular tissue shivers spread these sighs
and there's fear in the air as winds change time.

There's no tomorrow wrapped up in the sky,
fallen angels and demons fold their wings,
here and now weeps as the cold seeps right in,
I can't breathe without your beautiful scenes.

Whispers run naked through visions of peace,
there's no energy left to cultivate,
raindrops and roots trickle destinations
across layers of growth in the mind's realm,
transparency's now an opaque wild tear,
I can't see anymore in the colours,
your love, your demands that wove progression.


Machine Gun Doctrine

Religion disembowels human kind
with its blind faith in destructive angels
while naive spirits machine gun doctrine,
whatever happened to love, peace and joy,
perhaps it has been kneecapped by our God!


Silent Nature

In the splinters of regression I float
memory through reflective scenery;
past lives stir light into cusps of colour,
shadows stretch time across present flickers
while the future spins possibility
down sorrow's steel blades of perplexity.

Watered smiles spread imagery along sighs
as indifference spills relaxation -
shrugs of silent nature; curled within sleep,
and there's no inspiration to speak of,
all that filters in are cold blind pockets
where cares strangle imagination's dreams.


Metallic Paint!

Mother had been growing her hair for years,
it was so long now we could make thick rope
and climb the Eifel tower if we wished,
she was so proud of it that she cried pools
when she awoke to find I'd cut it off
to make a down payment on my new car -
a green Lamborghini was my idea
of Heaven in a wicker hand basket,
she looked rather good being bald, I thought,
but of course I'm always wrong in her eyes.
To further the transaction I sold Gran,
she was pretty ancient anyway so
didn't need to be in that big house all
alone with those decrepit antique chairs,
I got a decent price for her age too,
and even more for the old property,
the furniture was a bit of a pain,
though each single penny to my dream counts.
My dad owned a second hand clothes business,
until I sneakily stole the deeds from
the family safe and auctioned it off,
finally I had enough to get my
brand spanking new automobile - I wept
when I got to the car dealership place
for they had knocked it down and built a shop
that sold nothing but bright needles and pins,
which was where the police caught up with me,
apparently I was banging my head
against the brick wall and throwing money
in the air whilst screaming something about
life being totally unfair, it sucked,
still, I am happier now in my new
residence; wallpapered with wheels and clouds,
I even get to watch a film each day,
if I'm good and do not mention ever,
metallic paint or winding country roads!


Life's Courage

With tenderness I catch her summer smile;
a generous gift delivered with warmth,
subtle moments cascade in bright lit eyes
as musical sunshine lingers awhile,
inside heartbeats there's a delicate launch
of beauty that mingles with wondrous sighs.

And loneliness screeches towards the stars,
it slips into colours that quickly fade,
here in dreams I soar sentimental light,
gather life's courage from rhythmic pulsars,
flutters of romance; uniquely displayed,
whisper songs that wander the silver night.


Stuttered Hearts

There's white noise wrapping manic beats around
the dead end streets; laced with hard orange light,
sweet violence runs down humanity's neck,
all tomorrows rush to the folds of here -
wide eyes that just stare as the spirit dies,
hearts that stutter with society's lies,
old gods are abandoned without a sound
while bright stars quietly torture the night,
the world's become nothing but a shipwreck
with souls screaming their storms of tattered fear.

Winos vomit stain corners for tourists,
life is as deadly as sin on the run,
casual buttered smiles reek of stale breath
as romance is corrupted by money -
snot green deliverance rustled in greed,
hope's in the act as it joins the stampede,
reams of Buddhists join rivers of chemists
while effigies of bitter youth threaten
to erase life with the promise of death,
and in the meantime everyone's hungry.


A Moon In The Eye

An emerald essence floats in a sea
of insanity; waves of magical
laughter that echo across wild oceans,
cool visions slip into songs of beauty
while spirits splash sensuality's smiles,
her wonder spills colour around the night
as the dawn unshackles drops of pleasure.

There's a moon in the eye of nature's face,
it shines brightly as time captures passion,
I dip into blue sensations with ease
as she drifts through the sky's bold reflections,
stars spin history into her story;
fine silver threads which weave our perspectives
into joyous moments that stretch true love.


A Whale Of A Time

Your language is exquisite -
right up to the final moments,
time shall wither your flesh
as the sun bleaches bones
that kept the strength,
waves of starlight will be home now,
the heavens a different sea,
full of spectacular songs of light,
there is no room for emptiness
in the afterlife's sips of colour.

I shuffle sandcastles around you
as the final flickers catch your eye,
dream well on the journey,
the ocean will not forget your presence,
it listens still as that heartbeat
seeks the depths of rebirth's magic.

The body's but a shell
for the spirit within,
soar now - I'll whisper a prayer
as my footsteps leave you behind,
perhaps this brand new memory
will be distorted as age welcomes me,
but I will remember the day you died.


As Fine As Nutmeg

How do I love you with this bad back pain?
Well I'll tell you before I go insane -
like cheddar cheese on toast at breakfast time,
nearly as much as my big fat pet swine,
and although I ache all day and all night,
my purpose not porpoise is to delight.

I'd ask for a dance but my head's battered
with songs I've written and now I'm shattered,
so many verses that speak of wonder
are wandering with faces of thunder,
give me a break, and I don't mean my leg,
from telling you you're as fine as nutmeg.

I love you so I'll caress your bunion,
I'll eat if you asked, a red raw onion,
but please do not make me sort out the weeds,
for gardening gives me heavy nosebleeds,
you're a canvas for paint to create smiles,
here's a tin of black to soak in awhile.


In A Sigh's Sea

Resignation curls within bitter change
as cold regret stumbles and falls -
calls of the soul roam free,
her misplaced visionary scrawls
snap open the delicate mind's vast range,
silence becomes ghostly.

Steady tears
find reflection
while heartache gathers old dreams.

Streams of wild sanity become deranged,
scars evacuate cobwebbed halls -
walls block bright vanity,
futuristic rusted eyeballs
crash in imagination's violent strange
exchange in a sigh's sea.

See the fears
freeze up function,
explosions whisper dead themes.

Screams of panic jigsaw black and white pain,
chains of anxiety rattle the brain.


Adultery's Steel Visions

Acidic tones soared across broken words;
dark stutters of lime shaped apologies,
your voice was a nightmare disguised with silk
as it tore up wild excuses then squeezed
with sultry tones of the warrior's song.

There were no citrus tears to save me now,
no gentle smile to soothe the wrath given,
as you twisted the pith of my language
I devoured scents of imperfection,
the death of true love had been by my hand.

Guilt's manufactured paper thin reason
burst into flames while heartache erupted,
perhaps, if I could reverse time's dank flow,
I would not travel through her wanton caves,
it was too late for I'd succumbed to lust.

And as the shivers of the present run
down the past's cold features, I accept all
the anger with my head bent low in shame,
adultery's steel visions captured me,
there are no promises to make it right.


An Explosive Encounter

In the bright light that streamed past church windows:
colourful angled shades of ancient glass,
there were angels in the grip of laughter -
daydreams whisked me away to other worlds,
where wild songs echoed along beauty's walls,
I dreamt of peace and tranquil lakes of smiles;
cool reflections of the inner spirit.

Lace cloth rhythms rippled a wondrous dance,
faces gathered words which trickled from mouths
and happiness captured humanity,
the essence of all the goodness in life,
a stretched second of possibility
quietly roamed the gardens of Heaven -
my heartbeat soared and exploded in clouds.


The Floor's Pools Of Civilisation

I would blow her mind inside a second's pause -
to hold back the inevitable is folly,
these moments though are like screams;
footsteps from the gods on our cold lives,
this hard metallic existence is a certainty,
everyone loves and hates me in equal measure,
or at least that is my personal belief,
people seem to desire me, my chambers.
Her tears are soft ripples of agony's regret,
they wash the atmosphere's splendour with ease
as the final moments collect on finely painted skin,
she wants to pull me into her broken thoughts,
I am sure she will go that extra distance soon,
there's hope in her eyes too, though it's dying,
but nevertheless, it is there and it shivers
with an explosive knowledge; too late!

This is the beautiful dance I was created for,
to splinter matter into a thousand shards
and feel the life rush towards dark skies,
all those dreams are to be explored by my tongue
as her body connects with my orgasmic grin,
sparks of passion are a fingerprint's swirl.
With the speed of sensuality's demise
I crash against the carpet's colourful patterns,
the insane ritual's over now, sadly,
she joins me on the floor's pools of civilisation,
there's a kiss smoking in the aftermath
as the light leaves a poem on her face.


Fingers Break Visionary Silence

Insanity sprinkles information
across the airwaves while the masses laugh
in old dreams of pretty escapism -
sorrow whisks the whites of joy and folds them
into camera angles; forever
shifting with perspectives and coloured views,
and I blink inside distortion's clapboard
mentality as voices scream their takes
on society's crazy rush through life.

Channel tuned fingers break visionary
silence with a flicker of an old film;
rolled into manic scenery soaked by
yesterday's celluloid celebration,
blood in not quite forgotten foreign fields.

There's a whisper of violence in the dawn
as I squander the planet's energy,
and free complaints of how dear living is,
a battery burns in reflection's screen
of screams which vomit breakfast's quick decay.

Technology's progression batters me,
cool adverts of doom and gloom in between
the slices of irrelevant programmed
imagery; assaulting senses before
I have time to gather this madcap wreck,
the brain's quick grey ache is on the run now,
but the night's a jungle away in time,
I'll curl up the thought of tattered remains
and splinter the front door on my way out.


Silken Looks

As I splashed around in her emotions
there was a ripple of discontent felt,
with the speed of delicate thought I pounced -
the ghostly rhythm of my whine caught her
and she tumbled into the claws I opened.

I caressed visions with dark sultry tones,
sticky treacle that's as bitter as me,
those notes I'd not allow her to capture,
for these moments silken looks would roll words
through the scented graveyard I was building.

Sighs whispered confusion while bold laughter
skipped across open need which bloated me,
blackmail scuttered around puppy dog eyes;
pleading with her heart's warm erratic beat.
I love you stuck to the back of her throat.


The Door's A Distant Memory

With a violent smile his breath assaults me,
the door's a distant memory now as
life's stuttered wild objections are ignored,
there is not even room enough to blink.
Admiration is on the welcome mat,
poking fun at my colourful dead dreams.

While skin flaps in the wind of time's laughter
I crawl through distorted complexity,
fear spits and turns on me with cold malice,
a slow-motion bowel movement captures
the collapse in the spirit; devoured,
I realise death's on the tip of pain,
every angle is blown up precision
as my screams dance hello to drops of blood.


Time's Sweetness

Here in the folds of friendship smiles dance light
across the winds which blow gentle farewells,
on the sure horizon of the future
knowledge opens possibility's wings,
to flap alongside memory's fond tones,
where colours are bright swirls of poetry,
of hearts and minds that laugh potent language.

This fine community's spirit is full
of individuals who join their hands
and whisper good fortune in splendid verse.
The stars above us all are spiralled joy,
bending their presence around time's sweetness,
to touch the wondrous soul of Vernal Bloom;
there is a spring in her step that fires love.


An Insane Poetic Performance

With malice pinned to my laughter's decay
I twitch in a barbaric reflection;
fear's futile escape trapped within your eye,
and the blade glides through a tainted bouquet
that saturates this psychotic engine,
it is my pleasure to witness you die.

Your insane poetic performance wilts
as I squeeze humanity's bright colour
and savour the wild chaotic voices,
there's a plasma show which quietly lilts
as your vision quickly becomes duller,
I twist hate in your life's final sketches.

It's such a pleasant night watching this scene,
the wet moon's in a primary disguise,
it honours these moments that I relish,
fate's perversely dark humour is obscene,
but to bitter me, it holds no surprise,
I am far removed from being squeamish.

Goodbye lolls from your tongue's open curled plea,
a hint of sorrow vies for attention,
but it's dismissed as I retrieve my knife,
I'm feeling emotional, quite greedy,
there must be another broken heathen
whose dead spirit I can remove from strife.

With a jaunty step and a farewell wave
I kick your red presence with a flourish,
the time's right for someone else to suffer,
I will not accept just one victim's grave,
there needs to be more to ease this wild wish
for blood to be the night's silent author.


Mirror Of Self Doubt

In stray thoughts I capture reflection's wisps
and think of this mass I try to reduce -
there are shivers of thin visions that speak
from the mirror's delicious curved cold glass,
but I am in the throes of agony,
full of self-doubt at how to be normal,
to fit in a world of magazine sales,
where I'm told I have to be insect thin.
I am as round as my dreams; fully formed,
balls of existence that keep on rolling,
yet everywhere I go there are snickers
of hate because I like to live in smiles.
Comfortable me, is it you that needs praise,
to fit with the crowds of humanity?
I've a few pounds extra to keep me warm,
so where will you hide if the rules explode?
I'm as fat as I like inside this skin,
don't judge me when your life is full of folds
that wrap you in insecurity's laugh,
I'll be here longer if choice is removed.


Neon Intelligence

Serenity's neon intelligence
whispers cool imaginative concepts;
notions carved into reality's tones,
turquoise nights slip into sweet orange days.

Tranquillity streams through ambitious souls
as the future's met with diamond structures,
personality's visions are sewn to
ripples of quiet energetic space.

Interplanetary's musical peace
soothes ancient artistic minds; explosive
creativity's celestial dreams -
scientific fanciful fruition
is achieved within fantasy's footnotes,
and universal splendour smiles soft light
across distance made with wise subtle blinks.

Astrological ghost stories are passed
down time's natural open lanes with ease,
there is pleasure in shades that swiftly swirl
stars inside a sky full of epic love.


Painted Laughter

There is a soft white flow of silken cloth
that flutters across the dawn's curl of light,
a wisp of beautiful movement catches
nature's glory as she moves from the stars
she has just tucked away into time's smile.

The dance of the day is just beginning
while this fanciful lady sweeps birdsong
into the dreams of cool humanity,
with a paintbrush in her delicate hand
she paints the morning's wonderful laughter.


Inside The Dawn

Inside the dawn there is a place I loathe,
sketched with the shades of possibility,
shall I walk time's lanes with my head held high
or cower below clouds that scoff at fear?
Inside the dawn there is a place I loathe.
Beauty strolls around wild quicksilver thoughts;
nature in her majestic flowing grace,
but pain lingers on a bold horizon
with its taunts which capture this stuttered heart,
inside the dawn there is a place I loathe.
The seasons perhaps will roll their presence
over my body that's been stripped of skin,
and I will turn and face the sky in death,
touch sorrow with the bitter breath of war,
inside the dawn there is a place I loathe.
I will mourn my loss for a thousand years
as brand new battles scatter other souls,
for now though footsteps follow cold anguish
as love dances pleasure on hills of old,
inside the dawn there is a place I loathe.
There's strength in knowledge of your own demise,
but weakness too attacks the spirit's flames,
with curls of regret I accept life's tones,
ripple wisdom along the day's warm shades,
inside the dawn there is a place I loathe.


Scripted Precision

Innocent visions inside solitude's battered
perfection warmed twirls of surreal agony;
consuming stone damnation with a hopeless rage,
illusions scattered laughter's echoes across time
as wild madness kept sanity subservient.
In hallowed shades of festering serenity
there were ripples of beastly movement; chaotic
whispers of pointless sorrow which consumed cold sighs,
cool angelic notions supplied tart deviance
with mechanical spiritual taunts of hate.

I was lost in a hissing dream as masterful
colour roamed freedom's curl with scripted precision,
to elongate the experience of horror
in the folds of repetition, I quietly
illuminated fear's wide-eyed aspirations.
Perhaps I'd dehydrate reproduction's sculpture
as I searched halls for the founder of this mental
production; a separator's logic slices
imagery while rapid flutters catch bitter scenes,
dawn spoiled the nightmare's language then castrated soft
incandescent wisps with nature's foliage as fast vines
of birdsong waved goodbye to sleep's termination.


Silent Wings

Self-destruction stares into the cold eyes
of humanity and pushes buttons
in the spirit's delicious desire -
cool minds split themselves and torture choice
as peace strips war of its pressed uniform,
and vacant sighs wander crooked corners,
lives in disarray smoke boredom's image,
to run across the sky's colour there needs
to be a chunk of escape; laced with bold
hallucinations and pretty hand outs,
peppered with sensuality's wet winks,
blow your mind and fill the heart's open beats
with slavery's warm humiliation.

Spirituality is a saviour
with its wings of feathered concern that soothe,
expression in creativity's smiles
are open roads of possibility,
where if one has enough craving within,
then the lanes will shimmer with welcome light,
to catch wisdom's dance; perfection's motion,
and love will spread silent wings of freedom.


Freedom

In the woods -
friends whisper;
welcome spirit,
embrace sorrows
with joy's expectancy.

Colourful existence
strikes flowers' scent
as dusk becomes night:
nocturnal bliss.

With comfortable songs
I set myself free.


A Spiral Of Imagination

Ghosts of love walk along the grave of smiles
as I fold time into recollections -
her beauty's a passionate memory,
and her grace is alive in my heart's tomb.

I'm a spiral of imagination
which hovers above the colours that scream -
in every detail I seek God's angels,
twists and turns of magical laughter weave
my impression in your delicate eyes,
as you focus I shift to another
position and grin worlds into mad dreams.

The future's fired breath whispers poems
as butterflies leap from the tongue's delight,
phantoms of knowledge scratch visible bonds;
lines on the face of aged reality.
Inside the confines of a tired sky
there are streaks of sounds below open wings,
flaps of personality's wild crusade,
space becomes ragged as I flit away.


Chocolate

It's our
anniversary,
I love you -
very much,
but if you
don't remember
to bring chocolate,
I want a divorce!


Terrified Lips

Intellectual activity droops
from the tongue's flattered wisps of cold laughter -
dead eyes carve wisdom into white carnage;
skin and bone explosions in the mind's eye,
and sleep's a thin line above a chasm
where each step placed burns the spirit's colour,
there's a wild flower of insanity
that stands alone in the folds of friendship,
alienation screams warm misery
through quiet time, before the bullet hits.

Terrified lips quiver pain as silence
washes hearts with anticipation's flow,
here in the trenches there's only one way
of escape from the horror of madness,
to climb murder's cliff and slaughter the soul,
a kill or be killed mentality whisks
past the face as I stand and wave farewell,
then I roar my battered humanity
into the violent dawn's shocked tears; bitter
rivers of life which catch hold of my death.


In A Carpet Of Colour

Chaotic spirals; civilisation
twists humanity around days and nights,
withdrawn, I scatter language into screams
as the ghosts of tomorrow ignore sighs.

Invisible speculation careens
through personality's delicious need
and isolation whips disordered thoughts
below solitude's quick bitter laughter,
specks of dust in a carpet of colour -
the mind and spirit swirl the self's essence.

Perhaps in another life I'll not feel
so cold and find light to lift these shoulders,
for now the struggles continue to rage
while this old battlefield gets bloodier.


Astronomical Personality.

Time blows a flame in the spirit's colour
as the years stretch smiles inside galaxies,
another day of celebration sweeps
up the heart while flutters of family
spread wings of happiness across cool love.

Ribbons and paper poetry wrap joy,
and wishes are cast to the day's sunshine
while swirls of nature bless special moments,
the universe is captured by laughter,
fast streams of energetic character
delve into warm gifts of words; covered by
passions and dreams of the future's rhythm.

Peace and harmony ripple waves of grins,
there's a melody within the soft clouds
which gather imagination's quick twirls,
open constellations and find Spica,
let its light guide you as beauty follows
astronomical personality.


Spiralled Technology

Inside the visions which flutter solemn
characteristics; wide-angled bright lit
elements of survival's wild rhythm,
I soak the mind's bolts with neon gases,
and electricity fires subtle sighs,
sparks of indifference blend with cold thought
as imagination sprinkles hot drops
of personality onto dark frowns;
beaten and twisted from smooth iron smiles,
ramshackle dreams of bitter contempt scream
while the mouth explodes with vampiric verse.

Moods snap and I slip across dimensions;
colourful avenues of adventure
where the spirit gathers up words that soothe,
an atmospheric splendour dances love
through hate's bedraggled features; whimpered looks,
instant moments collapse and stretch themselves
as I stare quickly into the gray eyes
of a delicious deranged persona,
with a flit of compassion's battered soul
I look away, strangle self imagery
with poetry's vicious escapism
and find my heart within realms of laughter.

Dilapidated reason shuffles feet
in puddles of discontent while I starve
for something, anything, to shiver skin.
It's an ache in the shoulders which shrug tones
of complex neglect that whisks me away,
and all I can do is search for sleep's curve,
a place to rest from insanity's breath,
as sweet as simplicity in birdsong
that crashes into the dawn's mild presence,
but the day's alive with science fiction,
spiralled technology of yesteryear!


Metamorphic Smiles

Competitive activity explodes
the intellect while realms of notions shift,
colours swirl ability as twisted
sanity splashes puddles of pursuit -
there's a toned look blinking athletic eyes;
distinguished perception dances blue scenes.
Manipulative behaviour stretches
psychology as games quickly begin.
Opposition strikes imagination,
she reels from the force of imagery,
manifestations of perplexity
wail ghost stories around delicate strength,
a rush of specifics counteracts pain,
love twists the assault in new directions,
it flitters away on the tail of sound.

A synchronous operation stutters
as injections of personality
clash inside cold dimensions of purpose,
thirty two pieces break twenty fingers
as fast metamorphic smiles twist hawk's heads
into feathers of victory; white wisps
of peaceful songs which float the dove's warm heart.
It's over in an instantaneous
moment of hard-faced numbers and symbols,
a mathematical spiral of her
femininity blows a kiss to him,
and he stumbles away, a vicious blur.


Delicious Visionary Aspects

In the dawn's wishful energetic curls
there is a smile wrapped in your hair's fragrance;
petals of promise which drift in warm scenes,
dreams that flutter beauty's experience,
I mould myself into the shape of sleep,
fasten love's lips with delicate romance
and quietly wander the calm colours
which stream from wild sighs encountered with ghosts.

Cool lanes of history are embedded
in the patterned pillow's fast feathered warmth,
language is abstract as bright expressions
caress time's leisured steps of perfect swerves,
here our nest of secrets; open and closed,
roam delicious visionary aspects
of space; fluted notes of remembered light,
words are not needed as I kiss your neck
and pull your spirit to the twirls of mine.


Bluebells In Blue Jeans

In this old garden I label my mind
there are flowers that stretch to the sun's light,
rain spills clouds on days of wild discontent,
but the sighs of love bloom quietly here,
they disturb not the ripples of sorrow,
it's a splash of integrity which keeps
me sane as the roots of beauty fasten
their tendrils to smiles which bellow warm thoughts.
Melodies of perception are angled
tones; bluebells in blue jeans which move with grace,
and I'm alive in the sanctuary
of this forgotten dream - wisps of coloured
imagination that stumbles in ponds,
some as stagnant as death's cold breath itself,
but others as fresh as the tears of God.
I drink my fill with a casual tongue,
let music stretch my soul to welcome stars,
and dance in and out of people's cool lives.


A Hurricane's Fast Embrace

As I catch the night's expressions with hands
made from light; winks of joy and sorrow's calm,
I break paper planes of thought into shapes,
there's a scent on the wild wind that captures
all of the smiles I once held on these lips.

Inspiration sings melancholy verse
while I'm fenced into admiration's glow,
only a breath away - you steal my soul,
braid it in threads of possibility,
and I whisper a full moon's seduction
as patterned laughter spills this luxury.

Here within love's fingers of history
I gather time's epilogue with warmth,
there's a lisp on the edge of a mild kiss;
it waits for the hurricane's fast embrace.


Cool Complex Rhythms

Three dimensions flap the speed of wild thought
as I drift in a cocoon of subtle
imagination; wings of stars and suns,
vacuum surrounds while personality
scratches possibility into dreams,
in this infinite loneliness I smile
and wrap sweet songs of earth in cold silence.

Ripples of time crash against rugged cheeks,
a universe of twisted perception
slides galaxies through colours in my eye;
reflected in the cool complex rhythms
of my spacesuit's confines - as vast as sighs,
I drop my spirit in and out of love
then spin my conscious mind around fine webs
which capture solitude's perplexity.

In the distant curves of constellations
there are promises of eternal life,
this is warm freedom - to stretch the heavens
across the sharpened tip of my dry tongue,
civilisation's a whimper away.


Emotional Danger Zones


As the dead evening grips wild notions
I scatter branches of wisdom: cold gray
imagination stretched along fine lines
of nature, and release an open smile,
to capture wistful thoughts; flutters of now.

Time's an analgesic, curls of relief
which soothe the distant rains with soft sponges -
these roots of personality scramble
self-imagery as an ochre sky bleeds,
there's a drop of anxiety that slips
down the empty spaces I focus on.

And with her skirts folded neatly by light,
the moon waves farewell as seconds flower,
an enigma ruffles complexity
across the wide rivers of discontent,
dawn's arrival is a whirlwind away
as I thread emotional danger zones,
artistic scenes collapse with gentle ease.


Sunstroke

For a stretched eternity I captured
knowledge in my mind's flame-twisted spirals,
radio waves spilled curled information
across the cold seascape of space and time,
a shock to the senses rippled fiery
contemplation along a mean distance,
it was a wake up call so I started
to gather my strength to investigate.
A passionate blaze of critical light
leapt from circular imagination -
if I could fling a section of myself
towards the source; a rock of wild colour,
then I would know first hand rather than all
of these second state static bursts of tone,
I freed a ray of personality
and sighed a sharp scintillating lustre.

In the blink of a constellation's eye
I slipped curiosity's intense swirl
to the destination that spun fast life,
the beginning of my horror filled plight.
A solar panel had stole my essence,
and flung me into a red raw raging
energetic chaos; apparently
where a lot of my radiance stuttered
in the confines of technology's bolts.
Blue electricity ripped me apart,
but I was still alive, in the bright sparks,
I wondered briefly what was to become
of me as I was pushed with a brilliant force
into a thin metallic existence.
My last moment was a florescent pop
as a bag of blood and bone; a human,
switched on the sun-bed and relaxed their skin,
I'll never send my mind to earth again
if humanity tortures for a tan,
why can't they step outside and bathe in me.





Alive In The Moment Of Death

Insanity's breath on your frozen cheek,
let's thaw the mind and hit the road's carved smile,
we can speed past the sirens with laughter,
finger the night as vodka fuels us.
I want to die in bitter screaming pain
while flames of love suck the spirit's colour,
our names are being carved as I beat life
to a pulp and rev the engines of hate,
come to my arms before I scatter time.

There are dead eyes everywhere I go,
blinking their derelict purpose in tune
to the rhythm of a political
agenda's bass; discontent's vibrations,
and behind this steel look I'll run over
the foolish dreams of delicious freedom.
In a quiet moment a cigarette
sticks to the lips of my wide angled death,
the gas tank explodes and I scream goodbye,
another precious reel for the masses
to shake their sheep head's at in false sorrow,
well get off your backside and find yourself,
you're as dead as me but you just don't see,
born to die, I take anger by the horns
and feel alive in the moment of death.


Alcoholic Stamina

Inactivity slams an interchange
of thoughts as telephonic distance spins
clouds of purple impetuosity,
violent desire's on the edge of my tongue
while I bite chunks of freedom from sorrow,
the multiverse within her eyes are cold
explosions as she smiles and asks my name.

There's a moment of solace that flaps love
across crumpled paper-thin exchanges,
it's her pursed lips which devour my heart
as I follow the trails; coloured movement,
and with fresh alcoholic stamina
I roll my conscience over her stomach,
lick the promise of warm consequences
then lose myself in the vines of language.


Perfect Assassination


Inside the confines of a bitter laugh
there are shapes that explode divinity,
lyrical wisps of promise are obscured
as I set alight all regrets that shine.

Perhaps you'd like an encore as mists
devour these eyes that stare into cold space,
or an autographed smile; barbed with love's screams,
they are just piercing sounds which strip me bare,
don't concern yourself with my appetite
for I am full of broken promises.

An ardent enthusiast am I now,
dark folds of perfect assassination
gather wings I shrugged away with ease,
and I weep for the death of wild romance
while paradise captures fine poetry.

A moment away from security,
songs of Valhalla scrape up my torture,
and I can only record the events
as opportunity's fashionable
crack whisk me away to the bottle's domain.


Beauty's Promised Design

Imperishable dreams dance from these hands,
fingertips fashion the future's bold lines,
I dance across civilisation's eyes
where straight lines accompany curved spaces,
and thoughts are freed with every curled smile.
Perhaps you have glimpsed me when sleep consoles,
or in a fleeting glance as thoughts wander,
I am everywhere and I'm nowhere,
listen to the songs that shape character.

Extraordinary phenomena
surrounds each dawn and dusk's experience,
wings of passionate adventure free will
while sighs collect beauty's promised design.
Heaven's a kiss away from Hell's domain,
let this energy I manifest pluck
the strings of conscience into truth's purpose,
in the ruffle of my movement I feel
your humanity and guide the heart's beat.


Love's An Impression Of Reality

Love's swimming across oceans of passion,
there is a light as bright as minds and hearts
colliding in the spiritual realm -
truth which spins the wild illusion that blinds,
perhaps prestidigitation swirls us
into intelligent designer sighs,
or maybe we roll through difficulties
with a patient smile handed down by time.

Life's a sparkle in the eyes of desire;
to continue the journey no matter
what dark or light obstacles assail us,
in the blink of understanding we grasp
the meanings around the dreams of nature,
unravel our deepest perplexities
and push towards the surface of magic;
sprinkles of our universal freedom.


Serenity Explodes

Imagination's concepts collapse us
as ambition flicks individual
souls across vast moments; paused in the dark,
collected dreams of free will burst open tears
while dank screams stumble inside subtle thought.

Illuminate the weakness behind rage,
dehydrate hope's chaotic sanity
and breathe in the dust of the universe.
Loneliness shall splinter personal flight,
tornadoes of visionary nightmares
will spin silence into festering wounds,
the murmur of serenity explodes
as realisation folds warm knowledge
into a bleak kiss; lips as dead as love.

Derelict satisfaction overwhelms
aggression's stagnant pools of slow-motion,
self-imagery's declaration of love
slides down isolated scenes of paper;
ripped to shreds as life assassinates art,
the symphony ends with a cold whimper.


Bright With Life

In wondrous scenes
i throw love
across the centuries -
each moment
is a flower,
opening to the sky.

There are smiles
and songs of sorrow
that linger in the heart.

All the rooms
I ever entered
with emotional folly
are painted by our breath;
bright with life.

Oh. Your gallery is all empty. Sigh... I came by to find a poem for Poetry Planet. I miss you.

Hi Ian, How are you doing?
Just popped in to say hi and to say I hope you are well....and when are you returning to AP? Lol.

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