K and the lilly sugar coated cigarretes

the whole white petal assumes
blooms, with the pollen of nectar
the sun, radiates and encapsulates
the figure of the sun shines im a springs mind
breath within, candy coated cigarette sticks
bought for you in a sweet shop free plastic tubs
held your hand
yet you stand in adverse reaction
retraction to the genuine
offer
the spire of the church casts a shadow, in the lane, we will dance
amongst the eighteenth century cemetery, days romanced
you, and only you, in lily white
amongst the seasons i guessed
progressed, just a little further
upon the harshness that is you.
Yet still the Lillie's scent
in my absent,
because i can not be there with you
might as well be an Atlantic storm away
and yet the letters i scroll will reach out through time
no matter what
you may one day be mine
With no regression into the shadows
i tried to hold your hand with no regrets
amongst the field of Lillie's
the steam train laid low and alone
amongst the budlia pollen
and the bag of sugar coated cigarettes.

Amongst the planets and the Moon

I flew amongst the planets and the moons
the pumper nickles of a universe behest
the questions the request
the stifling thoughts of a yester decade
the wonders of why of observers
waiters hanging on, being the servers
of silver service contemplation on a plate
of see, food and eat it all up
with a nap
kin attached to the waste
try to address the problematic, static, automatic
revulsion of my sin
yet I did it without fear
although the tear that dropped, pained my cheek
turning rouge on rough on rapid
chique
the salty water falls, ignore the collapse
relapse if you can in to love
let it encapsulate, drown you
suffocate the very being of what you do
fill your lungs
a heavy chest of treasure
it can not arrive too soon
as I flew amongst the planets
and the moon.

Inside the Insanium

when i stepped inside the Insanium
the heat blasted my already ruddy cheeks
as the soft cell walls greeted me like a parakeet
squawking in anger, with a high pitched screech
clawing from the inside out
the shouting in colours of turquoise and uber marine blue
trying to inject me through the force of a thousand men
the sweat of angst trembled on the peak of my nose
one arm clinging to the craggy faced dew
this apparition of Insanium within a gilded cell
will not allow myself to dwell on why I am here
fear, in a sound wave of microscopic pitch
where I abandoned my mind in the cerebral dirty ditch
raped on the buffalo plains angst of existence
feather boa of a peacocks eye accompanied the dance
arrested and entangled amongst arms
it will not work anymore will it? my charms
I'm committed to the Insanium
a planetarium of alternative thoughts
nurtured in the scene house of my life
glass enhancing the sun cells
like a to my ma to plants
apologies, as fertiliser
shit on shit for me
handcuffed and bound
I ran out of furtive ideas
it left me dumb
inside the Insanium.
calculations of a mathematics equation
passion of a lower angle persuasion
the ten gallon ship sailed south long ago
through the history of my genetic ocean
my burnt matter needs an application of lotion
to protect it from the ultra violent fight
I will rub the cracks and crevices of cells
until I find what is making my mind ejaculate
wait for the coming
of an answer
I wish I had no longer begun
to scroll on the walls in blood
these open veins of thoughts and ideas
intense intrusions
within, the Insanium.

I grew strong

He died, my father, and i grew strong
belonging to his heart and soul
to his blood, I ran through rigmarole
and chanced, danced, through the midnight
the moonlit pretty stars of a universe
my father died and yet I grew strong.
the fiddle played and yet we craved
to lie in a meadow on that summers day
to laugh and cry in equal hour
till the time grew different
untill the taste turned sour,
and i loved a part of you
and wished till the day drew long
that my daddy didn't die,and that I grew strong.
I hope my life never grows incomplete
that the cancer never caught him, obsolete
that the bitches in hell come and see me first
the Satan's sons feel to outburst
the spawn of sins and memory relapsed,
because maybe its my time to make their heart collapse
don't ever take my father away
because this time I will address, this point again
there is no sun to shine no more
without a hand to catch you before you fall
I cant stop loving you
its what i do
i write poetry about it,
You gave me the strength daddy
to live tall and long
but you passed away, and yet I grew strong.
I will arm wrestle with the Devil himself
challenge him to absolve, and give in
challenge his chess game, his chest gains
his thoughts and his sins
just to keep you daddy close to me
so the nature of souls cant take you away
because it was way too brief
and i am way too long
that a decade passed
and kept in,
and I still grew strong.

My first actual Rap

seems like I don't you no more
but I'm going to get to know you like i knew you before
before the times grew bad and the tastes turned sour
I'm going to take the hands of time and wind them back another hour
I'm going to show you
all the things that you can own
the possessions you can have
cause they're only a stones throw away
if that's what you really crave
have peaceful memories to take to your grave
you don't have to kill another man to get what you deserve
life's not mapped out, it don't follow on a curve
no one told you. yall had to be a habitual criminal
living in a cage like a mother fucking animal
people say"go on rehabilitate yourself"
but rehabilitation is like putting yourself through hell
i never knew a single person that been through cold turkey
didn't end up, acting king of quirky
its got to be you have to see
you have to realise the difference between you and me
no matter how many times I'm gonna tell you in the day
we're gonna do it right now
gonna do it my way
taking time, taking effort
its all in the mind
lets look and we shall seek
see what we can find
pressure may be maximum
results may be minimal
don't die in a cage
like a god damn animal.

Baby.....

Shaved head, beard trimmed
part of becoming a legend, a part of the machine
the obscure,the obscene
switching lines and rhymes
moving between paragraphs and lines
not caring for form
there's a hunting season going on
triple barreled rifle and a taste for blood
shadows dance on lap poles for me
from the top of skyscrapers i see
everyone and everything
in apartments and streets obscured to most
lying down through the cross hairs
moist and wet
hunters going to get what he gets.
Korea advisor said
"you wont amount to shit son, hall logs for a livin"
screw that bitch, I'm killing,I'm sinnin,i livin now
first one i took out
on the doorsteps of the career steps
he accepts
it
now!
then the mask applies
Venetian style, take my kids to school
never said i couldn't breed,never said i couldn't feed
the family, although in my case
the Don says all
but my suit and tie gives me credence
don't it?
I amounted to the top of most peoples persuasions
to mothers judging eyes i was able
to dress the daughter in gingham and bows
even if I didn't abide by your laws
In Laws
they had to
bye bye,they ordered me too, Big Frankie and the crew
I'm just a simple man, hired for a job
seen my face,its a disgrace but I'm not intelligent enough
to , to to, to, to,
stop hitting me baby
i told you the truth
i told you of love
I can't not do this baby
baby
baby.
I can't cry enough.

Vegas and All

So we took out the debts and went gold digging
in a place our kids couldn't find us
a golden glow with sand in our face
unshaven, undressed, a total disgrace
betting on red and black on rats in a cage
raindrops on windshields and cops allowing us
tip of the hat and a hundred dollar bribe
as many drugs as we can take,as many as the phony doc can prescribe.
Six bullets in the chamber of commerce
the bank manager will not answer me back
tied up with his employees bloody in the face
let me in the safe,be safe,just in case
I've gone crazy on silver dollar lane
insane mother fucker, no time for you
i jumped the line,hit the Teller
I'm not the husband,I'm that other fella
the one you were attracted to in the first place
the one who struck the guy in the cinema for looking at you
all different
well I'm back, like the
proverbial massive attack,
I'm not wearing the tie or sleeves
I'm not seeing the kids the achieve
Mints on the counter
ropes bound the work mates
twenty seconds before the blues arrive
i don't give a
dollar whore who survives
i ain't slept for sixteen days,i cant control my words or me
I'm a part of my own satisfaction
strap me to the electric chair,I'm taking you all with me,see
especially you honey,me and you,
one or all will bleed.
ten,nine,eight,seven,six,five
better
four,three,two,one
son
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intertwined mind

Coon hunting way on south way
hounds sniffing on Mississippi bay
to track those black and whites on branches
divide on a pick up truck
likely all give us up
but I'm moving, disapproving
to change
into an Englishman
like the
wake up call
in a motel
for tell
I'm trying to digress
progress
hello, how are you
how do you do
with a bowler hat and umbrella
I told you i was that other fella
Jekyll and hide
behind
the soon
the raccoon
and squirrel hunt
for the brain to eat
in the marble playing south
the rolley hollers
living in backward squalor's
I do not appreciate the lines that are fed
noodling for Flatheads
I'm a
inbred
in bread
gentleman
crumpets and times be gone
south north east and west
you may never know
which way is best

For this the English countryside

A sensual being
rides the mist over heather
with purple days and pollen nights
the skies, transformed
a mix of hell weeping green ghosts
night owls and bat seeks
unshaven angles of mountainsides
hills and meadows divided high
cut with walls
appals my mind
for this, the English countryside.
I hover over a canvass
with oil dripping from trays
my hand is a spectrum tattooed
with colours of the evening
serene, the scene
I try to cultivate like the plants
laugh, like Sylvia Plath could not
who are you black shoe,
I am but the eye
for this, the English countryside.
Rub my knuckles in the dirt
and wash upon the white
mix the trouble, of the skies setting
the oils and water from natural springs
birds and underground voles
moles, squeaks and sings
they must of course bow
with baton in paws
and confide
to the orchestra
for this, the English countryside.
I fell asleep on downs of spring like
encased in leaves all brown and hue
inspired by autumn,spring and summer
winter dreams the gales blew through
yet still I painted this mercy of trouble
to mount one day in a hall applied
be framed for all to look upon
this, for all to stand in awe
our grandeur
English
countryside.