Denial of a childrens spirit

I'm smiling in spite of circumstance
teeth like a horizon
hoping that you hold on to me
the children i don't have
eyes caressing me through my impotent
an unfinished sentence
i wished i could complete
through a sunset you never believed
a bitter thought
i couldn't conceive
that bounce of a baby in a sunset
that non committal regret
changing of nappies
and breakfast feeds
of teats lactating
milk fibre and progress of genes
i crave to pass on intelligence
minus my hatred
plus my need and my love
romance and the ability to dance
the written word
subtract the absurd
child
I need you.
although i would try
multiply
in an instance
and yet
I deny.

Jaw chewing

I'm biting the inside of my mouth
clawing at gums and circumstance
where the devil and angels meet
on a cross barrier
a fortified teeth grinding
sensation
an apprehension
a comprehension
of a jaw clenched
like a boxer in a brawl
a man on his knees
during the street crawl
begging for dollars and recognition
playing a guitar just to make
ends meet and romance
do you hold my tongue truer
than yours
you know you can't dispose
in a rivers end
wrapped in a bag of parts to a friend
holding back and spine
extinguish the scent with a hint
of lime and fruit
pursuit by the cops
cut off your hair and become naked
to escape
to dodge
I ain't going back to jail
to the chair i can't relax in
never will the Lords forgive my sin
put the bullet in my head
better off dead.

The who of are. Evoloution Charles

I sensed your scent across the cross
the angry winds
the entrails of a destination
amongst the heather, purple
and blue within the honey due
to you, and the bees produced
soldiers ordering and workers feeding
and ants in the nest and hive
an evolution of breeds
in a thousand years time
adapted Darwinian predictions alive
to survive.
morphed and realised
a combination of a native
winged and walking
loving and stalking
pollen and finding the ground
Braille and sound
Ant bee, pollen of the honey and the aftermath
on the plants and leaves
me
hanging dry
environmental
crazy and sentimental
crying and sober
its all a part of the natural order
a dictation
evolved
solved
my meditation took me too far
its almost av ant Garde
yet I painted it all anyway
on a canvass of desperation
of inspiration
Charles I stand in awe
for in this thousand year of time
you are still the who
of are.

The Mist

I dreamed
because of you and circumvented
on a wisp of clouds
a vapour
I mist
you.
I flailed and floundered
the beached dolphin
of sin and desperation
tired and interpretation
to find land and sand
and the blow hole suffocated
I tried
to appease and pleas
went begging
on a shore ditched land
with only castles
built by
me and the sea.