That letter she wrote.

Just because the ex lover of a last time
Still plagues the darkness of your dreams and mind
It matters not as the way she moves is a distraction
A kindness force that allows the missile of your heart to find.
They'll acknowledge the tin drum inside of your head
To consciously cymbal the vestibule of the never land
And into a narnian wardrobe winter world , the poorest mouth is fed.
The saxophone playing amongst robbers and gangsters
A brass confusion of intrepid explorers
Reaped rewards of the letter she wrote
The dalliance of dreamers the folk of folkloreres
A tale to tell a new ambition to reveal
A foundation of concealing intrusion in your colours obscure
A billion stars that ratify your looks
That are like the bait on the hook to draw in and to lure.
Did you want me in the first place
Were your fluttering, butterfly, eye lids even real
The wings said so much yes, but I question the face
I'm in quandary the truth the race
Do not make this a disgrace
Let's have peace
Let's have face. Let's have a word into space.

Red brick wall

If
You believe in the afterlife
The country carriage of sacrilege
A bridge too  far in sanctimony
Of licking lips of nectar humming bees
A painting of oils of spoils and imperfection
A dying of infections spoiling middle interpretation
This Earth and the wars within
Are no longer worth the interim the don of the din in my mind
The path of enlightenment the anger I find
The double tap of my cerebral toment mind escape down the multiple steps
Of the fire alongside the red brick wall
Call
Out for the services to absolve the situation of constipation.i can relieve I can can not conceive
I can't distinguish my inner minds vowels
It's complicated like a scrabble champion seeking vowels.
And condiments of vinegar and salt
Of the seasoning of sour and malt.
That afterlife him it's just no good
It's irrelevant in caustic that dream you have
Perhaps
It that conjunction in time
You relax
And relapse
Into words that do rhyme.

Deer momma foal.

There is a Sinatra style song bird displaying
Feathers close to the fifties role.
Tangled spider web like caught
A burning ember replaced by the deer mommas foal.
Since she went to that infusion
That caustic confusion
The relevant double note on a cello bow string
Wondering, hanging, about the place of that thing
That thing of intensity amongst your dreams oh so reAl
The empty heart that leads in your scream
That
That
That
Fucking cardiac attack.
It all appears So surreal
The gallon of ale that numbed my mind
Tried trickery in a tumultuous torrid to find.
I'm jumping ship. I have to get off
No more no within
No more Saint no more sin.
Try as hard as hard as you might
Give in to your dream
Give into the fight.

The leaves have wilted into a marvellous hue of brown
And when I tread onto their Victorian inner vein charms
I see wonderous Stars clinging onto my boots souls
Yet the falling dreams I cling to readdresses and disarms.
A scent of freshness that reawakens my inner core
Through melted nightmares and inner dreams
An inspiring lover that crept inside my wrinkled brain
Tells tales of curled up scoops of I screams.
This season approaches, itself a living acting entity progressed
Living actuality in a cello playing bow double tapped
With a high note carrying me through Autumn ages
It will lead to winter and the presents wrapped.
Yet the gas lamp flickers on the hue of its shine
And a puddle of thoughts progress to the end
We dallianced amongst fallen intrepid soldiers of oak and yew tree leaves
The autumnal wind will direct it's breeze to the beginning my friend.

Snub nosed pig

There's a son of a bitch that's controlling me
Down in the valley of intrepid exploration see
Bluegrass tunes forcing a mountain into my brain
A cerebral torment that drives me insane

Yet I know that always the end is nearer
The clarity resolves itself clearer and clearer.
I dodged a bullet one day in that car crash
My brain survived and my mind didn't smash.

But I learnt their is no God, above not taught to respect.
Only time to contemplate and reflect.
A near death experience is a fly on the wall
It's existence is purile, it prepares you for the fall.

Do not dwell on in your afterthoughts the reason of your reflection life
You are an entity contained in a being that allows the retrospective strife
You are the million pound result of a faster swimming stern
A result of life's bird losing out on the intelligent worm

And as you approach the horizon which is the end
Just pull out and reproach to the friend
That one that supported you when you lost your mind
And withdraw, put down your cerebral sunglasses and remain, to the sun, blind

There is no immediate answer to the questions that are posed
No snub nosed pig that will find the truffle scent absorbed
You'll continue searching the answer to life's unanswered double stitch
Yet you will figure it out, you son of a bitch.