after thoughts

The mountain lion frowned , in that downward sound , only he recognised
His queen was a dissapearence, a ghost,  on the shadow of the ice rock and roll, the blind
Where should he have gone? from here on in? The lodge of desperation, the ward of his torment
A figment,  of his imagination, resolving his cubs past and present,

Carnivore on the wings,  of a vultures claws, grasping through the lungs of the aftermath of his life
Even, embedded, shredded,  amongst a landscape of Monet blue and untoward strife
Who are you my embittered beast? A land of yeast or a sky of claws
The troll of caves, or the cloud of yours

An italic calligraphy of ink and a link into the background of  hurt, the princess or the prince
A mountain lion,spine so strong, the story must continue, the sideward eyes that glimpse
Who am I to question, the megalith of stone and marble etchings, the fetching of water the quenching of the drought
There is no answer to the equation,? The mammal, bird, nor resolute, drown amongst the growl or the cry of those that need the out.

The prophet must continue, the poem must progress
A movement of the sunrise, in which they must digress
In time stitch alterations, where the seam of life was pulled
The fabricated passions, in beast and bird instilled

The minds of all our children
A collapse intrinsic notes
Never let them conquer
The ones, and after thoughts

The bull

The bull browsed the green of fields, of silence
Of heightened awareness, the following of others ignorance
He played poker on the hoof, stayed aloof, cried on que
Danced in the puddle, in the middle, wearing a tuxedo, black tie and suit of blue.

The bull,   didn't know the difference, his hay said hey and his thoughts cried for horns
As big as the back of his neck. Yet he stood all alone, while his siblings giggled with scorn
At the tiny protruding, the absolutely, field, in which he cried all alone
And then he made a decision, he'd cut the grass, he'd swipe the flies, he'd never be over thrown

The bull, he would take control of the pride , within him, and the part of his destiny
He'd build his habitat amongst the fields and habitat amongst the machine gun fire and the ratatat
Don't you see, the bull shit a pie inside his newest creation he called
Government amongst his conquests, he was the strongest amongst the hurd, he'd die before he'd fall.

The bull, the mighty beast. The presidential, no longer the inconsequential
King of his empire. Horns protruding. Absolouting. Something Royal, someone special
He bacame the beauty of that green of fields, his tuxedo black tie and blue
Just embrace the story we've tried to tell, the bulls in the each of you.

A clasp of the forcep

Running into the best of a drumming heart vessels
Of crashed sails the
Drowning of hurt
The English wind and gales of countryside robins crying
For bread. For laughter,  for entanglement of councils amongst red robin breaststroke
Breath of breasts
Sanctuary in the sky blue of autumn
Shedding the grass snake DNA
A love letter straight from the Piscataway
The boat of caution
An abortion of snowdrops and frost driven nights
Of freezing ice burg toes and living after throes
She danced and lived amongst finger nails blue
I'm just in hatred, I'm poor and inept
But at least I'm original , at least I'm
A concept. A harbour against
The for against the clasp of a forcep.

collapsed

I must sleep now
Before the hangmans noose collapsed
Upon the jugular
Of my throats and coat
This tuxedo
Of a bow tie neck
In an intrinsic
Back hurt
I can't share with my friend
I'm all alone
I've never been the beginning
Nor the end
The trimester of the semester
In terms
Try
Me a river, shiver on electronic strings
And whatever that may bring
White water rapid
Paddles, snapped in white waves
Brains concaved
Nor the end
My habitual
Heroine,  of the French resistance
Joan of ark the stark, realisation
Of the coffee morning
Upon the dawning
Of life's triggered traps
Before the hangmans noose
Collapsed

beauty and ugly

try.
Into the cell wall of beauty and ugly,
Of hatred and fairy skin that we both wore
Like a second within, a minute, taken hours
Collapsing in hate, shedding the weight, of scales,
To a core, to an astronomical observatory
That only the engaged can see
We danced.
Entranced in hynopsis
Mesmerised my love
Dissolved,
On an oak tree, branch, on leaves of autumn rare
Colours on a horses back, I saddle
Amongst raw leathers smile
Intrigued and beguiled
In wonderment,
Of orange hues
And sentences, discontinued
Before, the electric chair
The ponderous rape of hate and despair
I'm just a no one, the flutter of a passing moth wings
Varicose vein
Class me as insane
Yet never to my face
The embrace
Try
One more passing
Before it's too eventual
For you and me.
Draw to a conclusion
Of a Sunday nights horror show
I'll be drunk on a Monday morning
My cheeks all a glow
Try
Me one more time
I'm the ignition
The posistion of resistance
We danced.
Oh how we danced
In the cell walls
Of beauty
Hypnosis

The Shakespeare of the crude and the crass

I crawled, on hands and knees, on shattered glass and wood chipping shavings
The pine needles stabbed into my inner arms veins, pronounces of pricks and misbehaving
Heart of mussels pounding within the shoreline bound, the crying, dreams in Parisian bars
Cocktails toasted amongst straws of hay, through the sipping lips , the freaks in the circus of the bizarre.

Then, in a Grimm story, the wolf danced on the memory , of the hood in red of the riding
A piano shadow, so illicit, so flaccid of the brain ordered to relax, in case of the mother threatening a hiding.
So painful princess. So raped , so inebriated, do suffice as to suffocate
In the forest of my uncle, the carbuncle of the foot of strife, I never told, in order for my mother to appreciate.

My beauty, my absolutely, my French connection I'm the red flag of a ruined dune of sand easing onto shore
Part of the plan. Sparer of Devils, on black and white vortex, corroding on pipes of peace folklore
She lead me through tunnels of darkness and savvy trials of heartless and memories relaxed in denials
Kick up the feathers in the desert of dust, in the wonderlust, the blunderbuss , shrapnel of truth and trials

Come at me sugar tits, tempting me into the hive so I know where I belong,
I'll tell you where, I'll always
be a part of the lyrics, a jigsaw piece, relaxed, peace, of zen the song
Chances amongst dancers
Parisian bars. That is where my mother left me, that's why my love I'm so fucked up
The reason I can't marry you, it's the abondenent issue, pass me the fucking tissue

Of inconsolable
Pricks of misbehaving
There was no point in grasps amongst shattered glass
For I am the Shakespeare's of the crude and and the crass.

sharks teeth

Twenty dollars left
In the right pocket dressed,  waistcoat
The final inheritance, of my child's father street hustler
Intrinsic heart stamper , claw finder, grabber of his mothers throat.

Swags of treasure distributed in the old ghetto
From the wallet of the wealthy, the ivory rhino black and blue
You didn't see me whispering amongst autumns leaves
Precious, like the hanged man , on the spiders web , during the morning dew

I did it all for you son, created a world of embarrassment, intrinsically caught in a clockwork
The part of an apparition see through, lopped off head, beggers permission
I cried a trillion times for what I did, but accept what I am child
I'm a cause, I'm the beginning , I'm the end, the stand up, in court an admission.

So trapped inside the sharks teeth, a cocktail stick digging out the decaying fish meat
I deserve a  ghetto swerve of justice, gallows of pines on trees intertwined
A sunset caught the branches, the veins of the mighty oak barking like a dog
No where else to seek, no one else to find

I slept.

I slept, on logs of the finest wood, backbreaking, yet the tired bones snapped of reason
Spines languishing , amongst the purity of an afterthought, a billion dollar sky of blue
I never hated my mother,
 yet my father was the different reason, my anticipation dies
There's a municipality that howls towards the moon, my hurt within this evening ,
Papa was the reason, papa cooked my meat of a desperate stew.

I slept in dreams, that had abondened the thoughts of process, regress, amongst hypnotised fields
Of dew, on corns scarecrows cry, in the battle shocks electric lightening
Frightening
against the protest, that my head did shatter, the matter, of tomorrow's cells walls
Against the cheapest motels bourbon, disturbing,
Hightening
Waterfall.

I slept. Yet, the regret I tried so very hard to forget,  the beatings, the hellish lies
The rouge on cheeks, the mother so meek, she allowed all the pain
To happen in a fashion, of shadow ballerinas, tip toeing on silk
Cute. the face of reason. I, the shout amongst the silent, no more insane.

I slept. In a nicotine fingered nest, cradled in the obsessed, the regressed hypnosis mind
A figure father reason, the point of why I tried
To escape. Just one more time. I needed absolution, I craved the essence
The effervescent point of mathematical science, of help on a desert road
I draw myself inwards, turtle neck hung and strung in a brief triumphent explode

I slept amongst the dead. Yet all I remembered was the sky so blue on pure
My mother still protects me to this day amongst the integral clocks and cogs,
I slept on dreams of aspirations , I cried on billion dollar sky's
On finest woods and logs.

The zebra yellow sun

Start as you mean to go on. The mercury of your heart temperature, a gage, of the masters
Finish within, the second, of a first tripped on the sidewalk, of the mind, the creator of disasters
Of biblical psalms, coloured against the realms of black and white, of horizons zebra yellow sun
Toes dipped in the ocean,  of the imbeciles phone , while you're holding on.

Spinning around, the sound of lions roaring on tribulations, suppositions of superstitious beliefs
How much deeper am I allowed to go, because I have plenty left in the tank of robbers and thieves
The mask of plenty, an introvert crying against the cheek of the concrete wall
I'm a hostage, chained, a handcuffed bondage, I have nowhere else to dial, no one else to call.

If I can delve, just for a minute second, I need my mothers hand to guide me
I crave her finger tips to caress me back to life, I need her strength to help this soul to see
To show and Provide an ancient warrior, still fighting on this realm
For I am blinded as we stand, the cataracts,  pupil , coated by a film.

It's the evening, a different season, spiced, amongst dictators that will always die
No longer the king of my mind, for I am the master , I am the reason why I laugh and I cry
I am the ruler of my own destiny. I am the power, the gage and the master
You no longer inhabit the cell of my brain, I'm the artist of this particular disaster.

It's a self portrait, taken in a mirror of reflection,
I chose to dalliance, tipped toes on ballerinas cramped direction
Start as you mean to go on, that's the advice I give you my son
And always scan the horizons, for the zebra yellow sun.

Introspection

Introspection is a part of what I am, dissolving acids otherwise known as mind games
chess taking  a queen taking the knight, fight all you want, the result still remains the same
Your pawns have been sacrificed for the good of the deeds, you told throughout history
The gorillors of the jungle that taught me the crazy the bud of the morning that's allowed me to breathe

Sunrises of a horizons distance away, setting like clay in an ordinate orange hue
I figured out a billion conclusions in a vivid second, tell me you liar if it's true
Y'all will nevertheless, see through cocktail dress on that distressed road again
To the double click of heels Dorothy in a different real. , cry for a doctor, flatline, insane.

I'm wandering, I don't think I'm a part of you anymore. I'm that obscure angle you struggle with at thawing ice shelves  math class at school.
I'm the fucking realm of the headteachers office combined with Master hop skotch twist a limb fool
If at the end of sunsets tears the orange the red the hue of every pond reflection cries on the intric brain
He dissapesred into shadows ,he dissolved into haste, he twitched, that pumping , throbbing vein.

I ask the question
Some believe in birds circling
I ask if that was fun
When I recommend
A vulture
Of the only son and daughters light
A forsaken point  An end. The harbour. The fight

My lover. The end of a jigsaw pyramid
I'm relaxed


I'm.  



(?)

Early morning civil dawn

The teardrop of the few, clinging, apprehending, dew of the new earth mornings dawn
Effervescent realisation, clarity throughout the birdsongs, call, the deer breaths a mist clinging into  her nostrils, upon her fawn
The web of a spider fighting droplets, against anguish, legs of eight, smothered in vapours
Instigator of the sunrise. The iconic, historic , change the mind of the birds early worms diapers

Fall free leaves of history, destination an autumn call, a bouncing second finger on the piano
Red, orange, hues of vein coated life, autumn crisis that only Senior nature can explore
The breeze of a passing parade, why cry at a simple photograph, medals of recognition, upon his long exhausted chest.
Hues falling on the battlefield, medals awarded, but I'm dead, screw that brother, I insist.

He never gave in , to that early dew on leaves and spiderwebs, never craved my unknown siblings shadows blood
Nor will this imbecile, this gangster of a mind , a what if I was like him , a beginning of I guess I might and I could.
And then I fall
Into a dream,  I'm presuming the warrior will never comprehend
Nor are you my enemy, and nor are you my friend.

You are simply my breatheren, my cry, unanswered call
The figment of the essence , the purity of my reason, and the collapsing of my fall
A battlefield of anguish upon the soldiers leaves of torn , corn
There's nothing civil about our heroism , upon this early morning dawn.

I've had a headache for ten days now

I have had a headache for ten days now
Brain tumour, cancer in my skull, furrowed forever this brow
On stilts, walking and moving,  unbalanced, dizzy as a ballerina
I've seen her, chastising me from the horizon, keener and keener.

I think I may have broken my brain, fractured a cell, overthinking
Couldn't handle the thoughts process, the anger, of,  too much drinking
Of regression into the past, the present, the future all at once
How am I supposed to act?  The overflow of a reservoir, the water lapping , the response

There isn't an answer to life, trust me I've explored every cerebral angle the entire body of cause
I guess my conclusion is as simple as this. Exist. Just allow the waves to lap on the shores
On the beach of destiny. Yet keep an eye on the lighthouse, for if you begin to drift
There isn't a rescue party, to help you exist.

We are all blind. Kindered and tied, in the headache rope that will hang you with noises
Of voices
Inside telling you what you should hunt and then gather
Break free from the psychology of Freud , your mother and father.

Learn another language,  and find a girl in that country, so foreign, pretend
Paint her a picture and write her a poem, finish at the beginning and begin at the end
I've had a headache for ten days now
Yet, I guess,  I had to be finished, some how.

Time for a cig.

''Tis but a parting kiss my sweet, my candy coloured dark eyed princess of the sky
You are but a passage on the liner ship of life
'Twas the earth that drew me to the dreams and clouds
The hurt of a shattering porcelain face in a sentimental expression of strife.


Yet I know you. Oblivion, your  heart a of consumption, an interlude between plays
Never again will I allow your temptation to control my inner fields,  of hay and screams
Of straw coloured mountains, in a baptism of flames, so red I gasped in short and controversial breaths
The horizon, I tried to control but the baby daughter began to cry, swords of toddler talk, the the zip covered
Mouth extreme

If you're leaving , taking the kids on a suicide haunt, of the bridge, and the rope
Can you feel the experience? The journey  of the drug fuelled princess ,  the cast of the play I create
The anticipation, of where did you dissolve, where was the centre of the tornado
''Twas apparent in the blooming of this. Make a note of the date.

I can't bury enough treasure in the inner thoughts of this cell
In a brain painted differently to every souls else, it is either transparent
In case you wondered, or second guessed
Fuck this rhyme
screw
The
Rhyme brother. I'm oGuessing

''Tis but a parting wink of my eye
As in I'll see you on the flip of the later all I Gate . her. Acsess granted
With that snapping jaw clamping onto my skinny calf and leg.
 choose  what of  you, I'm being pedantic.
Ok director I get it, I'm running out of lines and words and the musics more important
The sweet nectar of a million petals, that we used in life's presumptions.

Do you want to play chess with a psychologist
Because I'm an amateur. Youre my first client, you're the guinea on an Argentinian barbecue pig
And after a star spangled introduction , a magical misdirection so bravely and so on par
''Tis the end of the poem


Time for a cig.

a piece of me on earth

Cross legged by the burning embers of last evenings camp fire
Eyes awakened to the posse approaching, there's someone going to die
And that someone ain't me, I'm going to extinguish everyone of these god forsaken souls
I'm all alone but there ain't no one else like me on these prairie plains, only one, survives. The one with the  biggest  balls.

So I twitch to the left, and I sniff to the right, engaging, the tongue extends and I taste the desert air
Like a coiled rattlesnake, pensive against the abrasive atmosphere,  that I won't allow the breath of despair
To overwhelm me, fingers twitching on the holster of my ivory handled gun
The killer instinct overcomes me, as they, my prey, approach unaware, of what I have become.

Satan took a hold of me that night, he blew the wind of resilience through my trigger finger
I saw it amongst my mind eye,  the fury of this essence as I fired and shot all those souls that did linger
As ghosts rising above their carcasses as they hit the ground, the last hoorah in their unfortunate existence
They tried to apprehend me because they felt that it was right, and yet I pointed out with every bullet their thoughts were obscured and dense.

I figure I am the anti hero, I killed men with families, that were only trying to provide, poor folk hoping to be rich
And I ain't going to defend my actions, I'm a nasty, dark eyed, tilted hat, son of a bitch.
Then the sun began to rise, and my orientation became apparent. The view became clear through my haze of death and rebirth
I survived another night, and once again, there was a piece of me on earth.

First world crime

So this word smith, is going to begin, with some inspirational shit that will then delve deep
Into a pit I don't recommend you dive too far in, it's not a part of your life you want to keep
So here's the positive bit. The first world problem that I call it, as in it isn't that bad
The white mans, ghetto  estate I can't afford to buy my kid the latest nike fad.

Because my husband likes  to gamble, on the horses, although he can if he wants to, in our life of win or lose
My kids are healthy,  and they don't  have to drink water out of a muddy well we had to dig, confused?
Your fucking too right you are. On every news break, in between arguments, about which tv programme you should record to live
Want to know who made a good recording? Ann Frank, in her diary, put that into perspective.

Where's the inspirational gasp of this drowning  man. ? The minute of amazing beauty
Well here it is, are you ready,
They're already a part of you, it may not be the soul you sleep next to every night
But they dance in your dreams, they inhabit and help to solve your internal fights.

The person that you call on the telephone when your partner is asleep
The one that you dream of, even When you're awake, they're the ones to keep
The life of one, the multitude, oh I forgot, it's time to get deep
Ok, are you ready?, this is going to be something you'll either remember or the words will seep.

Right. Our brains can only comprehend one issue at a time, anymore and the cells begin to implode
The next rhyming sentence should be obviously something to do with explode,
 however
It didn't, because, I control this, me, my internal dialogue, that I just set, on a life sentence plural
Life doesn't have to rhyme or be fucking poetic. It never, ever , makes sense, there's no such thing as a rhyme or normal.

Existence is a whirlwind. It's a blizzard that inebriates the snow globe of your brain
It's the fourth glass of wine,  when you think about the ex, you paint the perfect picture of a portrait that the driver in the limousine of the insane. He's ready to jump off,?at the next highway exit
Because there's no answer to this rhyme.

It was never ever meant to make perfect sense. I hope that's the signature of this wordsmith
And in a hundred years time l,I, get a wink at this, and if I don't, then the author can go and kiss my skin of pith.
So if you wonder what this poem is all about. I'm hanging to delve but I'm sorry to be all apologetic
It's time.
You know what time sister, brother, the eye lids have collapsed. This. The white mans first world crime.

The electricity should be free

I'm nothing if I never thought about existence
Where'd we all come from, the matter of life, death , from this time hence
the tick of the tick tock ticking, a winding me up clock, ten thousand followers on twitter
But I'm still unrecognised, a shadow but white,  an obscurity living yet remaining bitter.

They tell me life's a fucking lie, a perpetrator on the run from the soul disguised
All wearing a mask to hide behind mommies apron, too chicken to rebel, man youre chastised.
Thrashing in the water shark style, with the bit between the sharpest teeth in this particular ocean
Murdering tinker bell cause she doesn't have any magic to conjure, I'm the bad peter, forever young, pan.

Just need to step out a millimetre on the cliff face with only a lean back prevention
I'm a fucking enemy of simple thought process, I'm the electricity experiment of nikola  Tesla
The Einstein, figuring shit out super fast like Carl Lewis in the nineteen eighties,
Skipping stones across the pond life of this life, only I'm up on top, nothing's going to ignore me.

I need a locker room, ass slapping, brethren pep talk that it's all going to be alright
Stallone bleeding from his fucking eyes, crying words to big me up for the fight
Hatred pouring in speeches, man on a soap box,  angels of gods like the almighty Bacchus
Wine threading, it's intrinsically, vein flowing, numbing but creating, helping in the short term story

Once upon a fucking time there was this little boy who wanted to be the sheriff
The law of the mighty town where he was born and needed to make safe from the darkness
Arresting the quickest and fastest, putting gangsters behind the tiny brain cell walls
But I never amounted to a silver star, now I'm just the freak, bizarre, the circus clown who falls

But let me tell you a tiny secret, a diamond insight, the answer to every question you ever posed
No, that's not the answer, dwelling on the past, it's just an arrested memory, it can, like a dictator of your fucking mind be deposed
Never ever together forever let your mind control you, trust me, you can still explore learn to comprehend
This is not the final soloution, there ain't no nuclear bombastic Hiroshima mushroom cloud incinerated end.

There's a climb back, rock face, stone beach, answer, a fucking nose wiping baby shit stained nappy
Dancing on the broken beach shells remember the bitter about recognition on twitter would make me happy
Fuck it, just through these words I don't care anymore, it's the end of this rhyme, no more once upon a time no more eccentricity
Let's just learn how to control the electricity of Nikola Tesla.

Free.

A clause before dawn

There's an itchy tweetny bit of my eye, a tumour on the inside scratching of my mind

A west side part of this intrinsically partical particular father being over kind
Trouble of the upside down the tilting of the crown the realisation of a kid skipping stones
On the lake of mind dissolved in cells screwed over insipid calls on the matters telephones.

Calling twenty four seven, no such thing as eyes closed before dawn
No reason to complicate the flip side the role of the dragon the twighlight zone
A closed casket caused my face that's full  of scars and unearthly craters of doubt
The mr moon face that I don't want to talk about

Hi, just me hanging out, listening and kindling the logs on the fire
Where the embers cinder, orange glow, like my desire
just one more shot, thank you very much while my cheeks are this apt of red
Another, escape on the emegency exits please better off living than surviving the dead.

When the valleys pour with tears of shadows and laughter
The heathers of glen green before the sadness of life before the disaster
Cellos playing do we can can  dance amongst the complicated realm of cause
There's the pinnacle, the fighting punch in the obsolete face we pause.

Catch me if you can

Ice cold queen, a figment of a stunning autumn imagination, I cry iceicles on a frozen cheek blush
Dedication to the lost abandoned cause. The instrument of a log cabins hush
Lost in regret, forced to the end of a time, better but bitter on a suppers plate divine
She is my conspiracy theory, my abandonment, the blood letting that I know is mine.

Violin the fibres of my mind hung drawn, sketched and quartered, dissolved in acid
Underneath the garage band that plays in obsolete, the meaning of life limp and flaccid
Momentum sculptures in marbles balls, untoward the cloud of thunder loud
My furrowed forehead my blushed cheek awkwardly leans in the Turin afterliving shroud.

We can not afford feelings, we can not cling to memories
What is left my love? The next chapter of the never ending series.
The hate of love that contributed to the passing of the life, the inevitable sunset
The imbecile volcano that erupts, upon the balcony of suicide in which I leapt.

To the pavement. The concrete evidence of splatter and source of brains all over the place
Crying as I attempt the jump thinking of my mothers reaction threading my tears in a love embrace
And so the cops picked up the pickle pavement brain, there isn't much about the soul surviving anymore
Just a messy realisation, a release amongst spirits , vodka, whisky, and the ultimate cocktail of drugs
Drunk in the middle of being alone.

Goodnight princess. And if I even slightly believed god bless
Into the absolute escapade. The child who once sold lemonade to obsess
My brain of insane the realisation I can't be that partner that strong and relevant man
I'm a mess of the blood on the street scene puddle. An afterthought, a... catch me if you can.

Jack Daniels and laced tequilas

 

I'm not from the hood but does that really matter,  pain is the same all over the world
No marshal j Mathers but I can still complete a life sentence
Poetry and this shit I'm attempting as a white boy in the countryside, a ball all curled
Up toes at the end of a journey putting up borders, erecting mind defences and fenced.

Protecting the innocent parts of my brain from wire eating bugs
I've been crazy, I've woke up in strangers trucks on the dock of the bay
Driven an eighteen wheeler so close to the ocean, bearded man laughed and gave me hugs
We were seconds away from crashing and dying but the guardian angel wanted me to stay

That was only one experience in the middle of my fucking disaster of volume
My autobiography, a portrait , a canvas full of coloured mists against the backdrops of a bridge
Incidental music playing against rappers and smoking mothers mad at me, consumed
And that's the key to this, this fucking gibberish, the reasons I did what I did.

Flipped a car on its roof, rolled it a couple of times, cut out by the siren feelers
Those fucking airbags hit you really hard in the chest and head
And the instigator of these crimes are mr Jack Daniels and laced tequilas
Too much medication that I decide my own prescription amounts fed

Too many time I've escaped certain situations, should have been dead many times before
But I must be half fucking cat landing on my feet
Scars are my art on back, chest, and face a badge on the reflection mirror I explore
Every fucking morning before I limp into the shower, before dawn already accepting defeat

Then I'll take my coffee black and sugarless because I don't know sweet
Watch the psychic detectives to find a happy medium
Smoke the daily cigarette, one of fifty, inhale and thrive in the smoky heat
There's an amount of satisfaction that I'm one more step away from the greatest under earth fire stadium

Intertwine. Into wine, inner part of me that knows I'm not in control of the string puppets that visit me at night
Those mother fuckery are in a realm of their own, I've tried to hold council with my subconscience
But they're more experienced than me, they're queens of the fight
They beat me black and blue and knock me further into unconsciousness

Then I awake, in a pool of cold sweat and mop my brow in anticipation of the day ahead
 Carefully explore my fingers on the outside of my duvet covers, crawling feelers
Everything's ok, mr guardian angel I get to live another day they didn't make me dead
Carry on, step forward, write more of this shit, with jack Daniels and laced tequilas.

Darkness of a lesson

Try to embrace the thoughts that go through my mind channels day and night
I'm a permenant nightmare stream,  that cries itself to slumbers horizon dream
But you don't understand, don't comprehend, don't apprehend, don't grasp the fight
Freeze, step the fuck back, relax the motion of the time piece cog, unwinding the scream.

Who am I? Just the shadow on a hooker phone ,  I called,  to read me poetry, no sex just reeducation
Don't do it to yourself , quit, walk away from you drug fuelled life style and think of your daughter
I'm not the monster your risked your life to turn up to this evening, I'm not the self reflective situation
I want to meet your mother, tell her it'll all be ok, that you're not going to end up on the slab of slaughter.

I'm attempting to help, to be the high priest in your world of confusion and inner turmoil
The sentence of life, before death, do you want to understand, I'm not the magician with a wonderful magic wand
I'm not the rattlesnake in the dessert,  under a rock,  only thinks with his cock, no bent neck, no automatic recoil.
I'm just that guy I think you'll fall in love with, have you read my fucking poetry, it's complicated, but I'll big  me up, yet I know you won't understand.

It ain't you, it's totally me, I'm free styling, delving into depths of the deepest darkest depths of the reddest and most traditional red wine
You've no idea what the fuck these fermented grapes do to my mind
These thoughts are all over the place, disconcerting, alterating, reconfigured, they're no longer mine
I'm sorry I invited you here to this dark deep, scary place to you, just wanted you to sleep next to me, no strings, just me being kind.

I wanted to take you out on a date because you're pretty and you matter to me, obviously, at some point, when my ego allows you to breath,I'd propose to you
Because you'd make the perfect wife, after I'd managed to alter and change your thought process
Together forever travelling for our honeymoon then our little baby would be born, it would be the gift that keeps on giving, and I'd be forgiving, on your past, I'd forgive the clue
That told me to step the fuck away, back off, run as far as you can, I'm totally obsessed.

What the fuck do you mean you don't find my love enough
How come? You were a fucking feral cat, I rescued you , I gave you the world
I rescued you little girl, when you had it real tough
I was your oyster and you were my pearl.

And now after an hour in my grey depressing home
You've determined that I can't change you're fucking life, provide for your fucking child
Our  life together would have been perfect, the thunder that creates the lightening in the storm
You fed my ego for the hour I payed you for you were my girlfriend, my sword to the enemy shield.

I love you. Sugar, sweetness of my breath,
Sunsets
I've learnt my lesson
Never propose marriage to the darkness of  obsession

Intrigue and beguile.

And it was that announcement I pronounced it dead
The life, the love, the relationship, the accident of the bag inflated said
Triple flipped over insipid, like a cludo lead pipeing in the study
Blood on the girlfriend that I can't cling onto anymore, the T bag could ya

I delved into the realms of an inebriated corpse like mind
A thousand fucking sunsets, a billion suns that rised
Whose
 the fucking bleeding, menstruated, period drama do you think I am besotted
I'm a small inner journey, just a fly on the wall, ready, to be swatted.

It can't wait any longer, this cream coloured under delivered
Shakespeare driven of a rhyme criminal, escapism, Houdini eating Hannibal liver
Danced on the grave, make it disappear in a magic trick
You'll never make the thousand fucking sunsets stick.

Cuddle up in the real time bubble that makes me an integral, inspirational fool
Another part of me that made me spread the legs of the fonz tapping on the jukebox of the cool
Do you know what I needed to do in order to get here
Do you realise the miscovered moss covered stone, feared and the latter globe of the Sphere

From my point of the psychological point of view when we walked through the tree laden park
Danced in the show, just to reveal I am who you are , awoken, up with the fucking bird if the lark
I don't even think I'm an individual, a casual , a human being
All seeing, all trying in the world all crying, tears and regression, fearing.

The next sentence, the next crime raid of my mind, wherever I only let her invade
Take a scalpel to my grey matter, doesn't matter, cut it up Lecter style with the sharpness of the blade
And I'll examine it, I'll look into the instrincial parts of my fucking mind
You might have qualified to cut, chop, circumcise the conscience brain dead blind

But I'm still fucking here, I'm still awake ready to roll to avoid the ultimate difference
I'm still jumping and dancing to carry through the life sentence
I'm a fucked up mess, a distress , a reveal that needed that forth wheel on the carriage
" you really should find another wife after the last one" another fucking challenge another fucking marriage.

Well fuck y'all I ain't playing this board game anymore , I'm going to play this game all alone
Because you don't have no superhero moves to offer me anymore, you're just a skimming on the pond stone
Bouncing, skipping, double lipping, sipping through a straw , because I broke your jaw, for suggesting,
You give my stomach acidic, regurgitated, infatuated, infestations.

And it was that pronouncement, i claimed it dead
I cut it up Lectar style, so the beast was fed
Just listen intently for a little while
I have so much to reveal. I'm the one who will intrigue and beguile.

The Devils eyes

Cry for me, you never comprehended, you tried the apprehension, the clinging of a yesterday
Inhumanity, that overrides, that subsidies, that makes my fucking heart,  cried and died this day
A warrior on a Yorkshire reservoir, where I scattered my daddies ashes all to be washed away
Didn't dwell too long, didn't cry in the stream, and dabble into the spirituality where the children all do play.

What's the point in knowing everything , the ever of the ever after, the cause of the cause before the disaster
The volcanic eruption that's the full stop, that makes up the interruption, faster, faster
On the rollercoaster, up and down and in and out of twirls and girlie twines that tweed
Inside the various varicose veins that feed and eventually fucking feed

The government, the mental institution, the mind fuck absolution
Trim the tail of your unicorn god, the depth of your yesteryear conclusion
Trimming the goats beard causing, the hell, the heaven above
What's her point of winning the lottery when the push you give is nothing more than a shove.

Triple prong on satans fork tongue,  ignighting enlightened
Fucked and forgiven, you've got to be joking, I'm hiding and frightened
Delving into the hole, repealing the rigmarole, the dance of the Devils eyes why I never find a girl
They're dark my pupils, they're black and deserted, sweet and apart of the swirl.

Then the music takes over, this carcass of mine.
It's a cacophony, a fucking disaster an articulated truck driven devil Devine
Cause to rap this bile, of poetry, to its ultimate conclusion
And relax moma bear. It'll all go away eventually
At some point they will all go away and you will be set free

For this a release, where you will stride and comprehend
Where the past of your fucking soul, will always be the end
And so I draw this whole into a hole of dark and depth and relax and reset
The mother, the piano beating in my fucking heart that I will never ever learn to regret.

We danced in hell and cried to breathe

I've been a mushroom a fungi that's collected his mind
The trouble with realisation is that we continue like the bees in a hive
Serving the queen that's inside of our head
Better off dying than embracing the dead.

Allure me sister, allow me to breathe, you, the unforgiving
The last of a cowboy that gallops to escape the siving
Of the river bed panhandle in search of the gold nuggets
I'm a whole world of crying shame, I'm the realm of toil and trouble.

Lend me a life in this after world of tomorrow, drowning in the sail  of a sunset
 Question A
Calligraphy itylic style of the breath
Don't antagonise me. Do not allow me to cry in the  Inhalation of bequeath.

Cry. In succulent steak that riddled my mind dreamt amongst the last supper that is the each and everyone of us
The pantomime of pumpkin seeds that
Fuck
I'm no better just a heavy based metal I'm. Not   A fucking heavy based I've lost a cause.
Full stops left and right it don't even rhyme anymore.

Explore your shallow mushroom that
The experience of the caviat
The reason you held to believe
We danced in hell and cried to breathe

You're just a dying dog

Try. Stride forward one more step. Strike me again. I'm no longer a juvenile. You pig faced swine maggot riddled father of mine.
Musical interlude of a piano solo, carving a violin of  a blue grass scenario, don't make this situation seem like it's fine
I bookmark the minds interruption, the depth of the presumption, I dare you to question me
There isn't a drum roll brace enough to fend of a bass, there's no fucking heaven, are you beginning to see.

However Baal, he stood tall, he basked in the sunset, of the milky red of the teets, of a birthing mothers nipples
That fed the crying premature genius, that will grow within so hefty on fires drivers ocean ripples
Whoever you think your dancing partner may have been, in the darkest thunder limousine
It ain't, because I never gave it permission , I don't even allow  you lightness or darkness, war or oppression

You're just a dying dog , a never ending cry that screamed once or twice too many times
Murdering blackness in my coal diamonds, suppressed, too many heavy eyes
Address my pupils from the whiteness, egg , disappeared embryonic, intertwined
I'm a fucking challenge, a massive man who married, I'm not the instigator , Im a fast forward of the video recorder,  that begun to rewind.

And never question
The depth of a cerebral celebration
Because one of the days I'll challenge everything you believe amongst the dope
The family, the future , the past, the self, of  his drunken hope, his crying wife to cope.

Mr Jack.

The sneakers you wear the black and white stripes against the dirt gathered on your soul
Don't make you the jack hammer stammer grabber manner taught fucker that dug your grand daddies bucket of Victorian coal
A nineteenth century rap, because you ignored your ancestry,your only thing is throwing another carbon on the fire to keep the orphans warm
During the ripper raping anticipating, the whistle carrying early dawns cops who didn't know what the fuck was going on in the middle of the storm.

Mr Jack, roaming the alley ways of all our days,searching out the eyes of a prostitute to gouge and surgically remove
Intestines cut out and left on the street for the discoverers to gage and move
Don't underestimate my ability to disappear into the shadows
You'll never find me brother, I'm a haunting apparition,  a black suspect,  a ghost that glows.

Because you can't describe me any which way but yet
This underestimated, pre fabricated, under educated cleverest a vile of clay that set
A pottery of fingerprints, first time ignored when the detective snored
Behind the old oak carved desk, praying to the crucified cross ignored.

So who the fuck did it, who pillaged the fated  of Victorian streets
Who abused the knife dash scalpel wounds on the young fucking teets
For one hundred and fifty unsolved years
Amongst generations. Absolutely passed by tears.

And so I'll tell you who created the rap English gods atrocities
Who stabbed the poor mothers the never born complicity
The Victorian end to the Los Angeles rhyme trapper
It was me you mother fucker,  Mr Jack, the undiscovered Victorian rapper.

to find a friend

It's hard to find a woman, so difficult to find a friend
My mind may be relaxed, it doesn't know how to fix itself
I'm a loner on a pony that rides into the sunset that collapses all so kind
Saddle sore on this leather chapped thigh man that's left upon the shelf.

Blues crying, the much anticipated, lunar dwelling on a tongue tied summer evening
I'm an absolutely atrocious mirror of the end and entangled
Sinner man that draws the last of a Cuban rum tipped sugar coated cigar
I exhale the breath of smoke a beyond a bizarre

A collaboration of the multitude a defence of the substitute
The call of its insipid white faced albino the raise of the ocean wave
The sketches in the inside of the eyelid
The red on the dawn of the inner Neanderthal that bled

An illusion amongst the confusion that
A perfect fire that spread amongst the heathen that sat
On the toadstool of life and I explored the aftermath
The trepidation, the insipid exploration, the dodge, the manipulation, the crying of the complicated additional math.

The shadows that allow you to breathe

Beware. Of the big old depression dark and lurid bear
That snuggles in the cave all tense and inebriated
Corrupted nostrils clogged by the pine trees cub educated
A triumphant, a non astute absolute, crying, cogutated.

The winter she does settle in, amongst leaves dropping like the bucket in the wishing well
The mothers stomachs swelled and teets that  blossomed bosom ne're do the fallen upon which we dwell
We feed the cub for anticipation, of summers sketched in the thought too soon
And yet we stared at the lunar, the spooning between the sun and the  man in the moon
Who do you crave to be, a prisoner of the lunatic asylum
It's all in the distant landscape, the mother and the glimpse of her son.

It was different amongst the shadows that allow you to breathe
The distance of decent that caused you , that cried for you, that drew the bequeathed
And so the cub who had never breathed the winters frigid air
Crawled around in confusion, explored in dispair.

Then the mother awoke and escorted the infant outside
No longer a shadow he learnt to abide
The matriarchs rules, the gist of the cave, the rules of our nature
We are the great, the future, the purpose, the creator.

It's time to sleep

I inhale. The poisoned. The cry. The ever after.
Only you can save me amongst the beauty of the disaster.
We are creatures of the shadows, we lay in the heather
The dance of dark upon the light, never divided , better off together.

A sunrise. A triple headline making movie on the billboard
The gnarly bearded pockmarked general who fell upon his sword
His lips caressed mine, as I stole his ever last breath, to regain
This ballet of a dream, into a battle of the instance? I know that I'm insane.

I inhale. Amongst a crowd of situations. Amid a group of ancestral breathing
A grandmother that is a buried ghost , hating, gasping, forced and seething
Dry lips on a deserted desert on dessert of the menu, sweet and arid
The lizard introduced herself, to the mind of a fucked up individual, bless you father that did lift the lid.

And so I tunnelled deep into the side of the cavernous rock so I could discover the gold of its brain
The deepest darkest hellish lake of a cherub, naked ass cheeks split amongst the insane
I inhale. I triangulate   I spew forth the billion stars that inhabitate my mind
A perfect , metal detector, billion dollar find.

I inhale.
I fail
I looked
I cried
The end of times
The weeping eyes
The trust the entity
I guess she swallowed me
And I accepted
I lived amongst the perceptions
The ghost
The angst
The
It's time to
Sleep.

smoking too many crazy

 

So this is how it is, I'm smoking too many cigarettes, having too many drunken regrets
There's a wolf howling in my hearts chambers and crying, judging me, insane labours
A Petrie dish harbouring and breeding a certain bacteria, a cure for that childhood disease, insanity
Shoot myself in the Egyptian temple because I can't rid the collapse of mental.

What the fuck did you believe I'd be. What in the hell I ain't no Robert R Mcammon swan song see
This mask isn't suddenly going to give way to beauty, just a scarred life lived double suture.
Feel free  to join in at this BBQ cook off stamp on my face and reject the eventual friend and family embrace
It's all ok you don't look bad. Fuck deep in the depth you know I know but it doesn't stop me being mad
At genetics, fingerprints, trusting the human instincts, Pepe le pew a reflection of the odour the striping black and white trembling in how to fucking think.

There's a party retrieving thoughts, and Tupperware boxes storing fresh and the old men's coats
Hanging on the back of a discoloured door
Wanting, needing, craving the sound of your voice, screaming into the abyss of the Pillow, the dragon myth of choice
If I was the complete package, the beauty alongside the council house beast no more renalto bridge
This bastardised rhyme that has allowed me a brief moment Ann Frank diary type mind crime
Got to draw this to some type of conclusion amidst the, hey did you think I'd say a mind fusion
Between you and I, listening to these words , trying to make you fucking cry.

Done. I'm the only one. The only tear in a duct filled insanitylust.
Done I can't attend your dinner date in order to anticipate
This fucked up realisation I'll take a step back and smoke another cancer stick apparition fundamental
I've lived a million cursed lives and none have made me sentimental

Do caress.

So we delve into the river seine, a night in Paris
A drop in the river that allows the poet in me to release and then collapse
We were A part of something, a protagonist, a tell me all yet let me fall
Into a cravice a shadow so dark I try to climb but I'm afraid Ill stall.

I began a journey that even the most beautiful can not complete
Born into a miserable tear driven back to back terrace, the Victorian says my see street.
It's eighteen ninety seven and my wife is a failed romance
She's my counting on one hand, she's the lead footed part of this long drawn out  dance.

Who on earth am I to justify escapism
What am I to explore the earth of a fucking mechanism
Sinning amongst earths Christians and Jews and muslims etc
The wounded arms and legs in need of multiple suture.

This romantic Parisian this thing that I try to disguise
Behind every multiple hero mask that I allow you to creep upon and find
So I delve into the river seine hanging in an eventual knot from the bridge
I explored every avenue I eventually released every word that she said.

So close that she said. So close to rhyming but not quite close enough
I apologise. I chastise myself it's just not a part of me being the new found tough
I'm a weak inner self, a dying dark spider on the wall of myself
I'm a self flagulation, inner demon, a puking insipid pale driven face,  who cries on his grandmothers shelf

Who the hell. Am I. Who am I the poet. The altogether being that thinks he knew it
But he didn't. He didn't know a god damn thing he danced in amongst the butterfly shit
That changed the world. That altered our mind our state of address
I won. I really did so tickle my heart my mind my , my, do please caress

The fabricated canvas

There's a boil on my ass and it's eventually given birth
To a baby soiled and unhappy, it's a new puss covered face introduced to this earth
But the relief is grand, like a first walking and fast talking creeper, stalking
So I finish off my bottle of wine, thinking and forgoing, this is all so thought provoking

And then the earth lit up like a new born New Year's Eve
I began to celebrate as the poison exhumed and I began to believe
In the incredible fascination between good and bad
The effervescent quality on who should stay in this world gone mad.

I call them friends but do you know what this poems a test
How good am I angainst a former love interest
Who has been doing well writing poems of positive shit
Let me show you dear reader I'm up for it

The moon eclipses my heart and leaves it bruised but totally intact
My breathlessness is sunshine against a billion grains of sand to distract
A polar cap wriggles free from the mainland and becomes an ice cube in my martini
Taking a billion particles into an ice shelf reason to live in this life and be free.

The seagulls crying in greedy content on sunset depths on each ray so content
And I make passion on the canvas of dusk, no place else to go, the postcards are all sent.
Yet I cried and left this circle in its aftermath
With temptation delivered like the beast in the coal fire warming bath

Screw it my fellow reader , that's all I have, the best of beauty and the after life conclusions
I'm better at writing than she is but it's not all positive psychology, easy words in a cauldron of ready made illusions and confusion
It's time I drew a line under this circumvented, yet illuminated , fabricated canvas, so many more to paint
I'm heading off into the picture throughout the realms I anticipate

Our mountain of a man

A simply beautiful, mountain of a man
Eyelashes of a a desert dwelling camel, would do anything,always,all he can
No sufferer of fools he built me with kindness, with a heart that wouldn't rest
Until his final day, and he passed on, leaving me to cry, as a friend he was the essence of best

We called him Tiny,  for his fortitude was that of a giant mountain of a man
He loved his family and his friends, he was life's biggest fan
I'll now have to adore him from a distance, amongst stars and planets and orbiting moons
Returned to the universe from whence he came, he's been taken way too soon.

I will miss you brother, your humour and that ever ticking cerebral brain
I will miss you brother through the anguish and the pain
I will miss you brother, the laughter, the darkness, the lightening thunder clouds
I will miss you brother, I wish I could have told you sooner how much love I felt out loud.

You will leave behind a legacy. The people that you've touched
A family of friends who love you very much
You were our very real gentle giant, we will always be your fan
Our good times, our family, our very own mountain of a man.

The monster. Part two

The little monster has returned and so I guess it's part two, a diary we can call it, a reflection upon my internal sunrised pond
He's still playing on my heart strings, he's perfecting how to place a pyramid through a complicated oblong
That develish Pygmy, that strains the tea of his brain though a strainer I guess only I can teapot in the inside of my head
Pouring thoughts of life and love of  clouds and the sky,  the tribulations, the starvation and well fed.

The monster has gained colour, a hue of black and grey with a dash of red and then yellow
A gift of feathers that's evolved, that's forcing anxiety, providing anguish, caressing the sorrow
Tiny monster has a grasp on my exposed little balls and will threaten me whenever he craves
But the key to this all, this whole fucking poem, is that our monster escorts us from cradle to grave.

He is the very essence of our existence. The thoughts that control our mind
I give not an obscure moon, a dawn of sunrise to his existence anymore, he's a loose canon a last thought illusion, a fact both angry and both kind.
I suppose I should give up this recognition, that I admit to the monsters existence
But I've learned to embrace the ugliness, the calling of his persistence.

The monster

There's a monster in my innerds, but he's a complicated little soul
He tells me different tails each and every day, but I threw him on the fire bed, my fuel, he is my coal
The monster feeds my laughter,  he taunts me with anger and snides at my regrets
He is the reason of my essence, my jealousy, my inspiration, my empty bottles of beers, the why of my forgets.

There's a monster that hides in both the shallow waters and exists in the deepest darkest parts of my mind
A sword wielding hero who can cry and laugh and stress and relax on the battlefield of love and hatred like a brain manuscript to the retina of the blind.
There's a monster that tells me every day , amongst the poor of the streets, amongst the wealthy of the promenade, a soft giving tissue , a lead and diamond ring, crushed like darkness oh  so hard
And yet he make me giggle, he tickles my over sensitive tummy, my monster plays internal anguished poker hands, yet he holds every ace and king and queen he holds every card.

There's a monster inside of me, but he also gives me flowers, he jettisoned me from a dark dank place
He's a war hero that's fought against depression and the aftermath of overthinking, with goodness and grace
I suppose I should name him, give him a personality and a face, a part of my family tree
And yet there seems little point, for the monsters name is a fact, the monsters name is me.

I was born a blind man

I was born a blind man, so my other senses are over explored
I delve between a country living yet Buddhist soul to the ever very core
When I explore the existence of living I'm never confident in my reflection
There are so many scars, so many deep and dark afflictions.

I'm a dog lead hobo that bleeds his heart onto the sidewalk for pennies and cents
Yet I have a family somewhere out in this world, I'm a rich man in the realm of peasants
Born of parents who gave up on this retina whitewashed victim, this cursed baby forever under blankets of the darkness
The starkness, never became too much for me. It was karma that became this young boys country heart sanctuary.

This blind man cries tears only the salt water fish will ever understand
A banjo playing, street clinging, essence hugging man, an enigma my mother could never comprehend.
A kissed goodbye that I couldn't witness,  I could never ever see
I imagine they cried for their loss, right? They cried for me

And didn't just place me amongst the reeds in a basket for anyone to find
Didn't just launch me a like a thousand other vessels amongst all those other kids who are blind
The ones whose hands I held in playgrounds, to guide each other onto the swings
To feel the wind caress our cheeks as we swayed back and forth in the darkness of our angels wings.

I was born a blind man and all I see now are dreams
I was born a blind man but now all I see are the uplifting laughs and screams
so succulent and powerful so much denial
So much more than those who see the spectrum of your discoloured rainbows, through the pollution your world reflections, reliant upon the very comprehension in the file that ends
my poetic line. It finished with this sentence.
It completed when I realised, this blindness was always mine, and  no more apprehensions.

The sentence

She made me smile, a rarity on this old antiquity scarred and ancient yellowed crags of a face
Nicotine stained fingers clasping onto and into her young and innocent embrace
I haven't seen her for over twenty years and never truly expected to again
Since I was sentenced to life in this Goulag full of the killers and criminally insane.

I lived upon the photograph of her as a baby, slept with her under my pillow every single night
Regretting every single moment I drank that bottle of vodka and delved into that fight
Where I pulled out a dagger and pierced that what I describe now as a child through the heart
A teenage victim at my very own hands, regrets I have, I don't know where to even start.

Yet here we are, in the deepest darkest cast out forest prison, amongst ghouls and living apperitions
The darkest pits of hellish passings, of humans, clinging onto the end of a world existence
They allowed me this visitation, this single hug, a twenty year yearn to hold on, to scream and cry and laugh and live
To wipe away her tears, to put a tissue against her enamoured innocent cheek I'd give.

Everything, to be with my daughter in the real, yet I'm afraid that will never happen, my crime was too horrific
I'm here in my ten by three foot cell where I pace until I become insignificant
I learned to love to provide to survive, the reality of my world and the existence of my crime
Yet now I realise, gaining into the blueness of my daughters eyes I was wrong, I stand chastised in this godless awful grime.

And then as soon as it had begun, I have to release her delicate spider web hand
She kisses me on the cheek and tells me bravely that she understands
But all I have to look forward to, are the next visitations in five years time
Her love and forgiveness will haunt me, and that's the sentence for my crime.

The corneas.

 I can not afford a blank canvas so I chose to write a poem
The muscles in my back, flexed and tensed and concentrated, so torrid and so driven
Amongst thunder clouds, that appease the soirée of a million different angles
An obtuse mind triangular in a mood that differs between squares and wrist coloured bangles.

The sun delved into the curators creators craters
So deep, even I, struggled to breath within its depth of the subjugated
Mass, a passing forgiveness if the moon that heaped a cause survived
We did a triple dodge of a serve, and we were rewarded with what we deserved

My pretty stranger,  you filled my thoughts with a reason to remind me of why I cried
A million times ten, I just can't make the clay potters wheels brain delve into the egg that fried
Through the haze, through the mist, on the mountains pupils corneas
A cornucopia of insanity, try, please, in a part of my apology.

Sorry, I did not mean to be gray on black on white and red and devilish to the pure
Complicated I understand an answer to my question so insane upon the obscure
I'm trying to squeeze the essence of a billion trials and anguish
You told me about the thousand year old antiques, the long intrepid words we dish

Out. On cave paintings with red splattered hands
In the caustic representation, the delivered grains of sands
A question to ask, to forgive and forget
We played a thourough tune of sensetiveiness that we sought to regret.

I stole her

I'm trying, so hard I'm trying to progress, amongst fallen moonstone and sunset graveyards
Living life upon the blanket of the galaxy, hoping to breastfeed the universe of the fallen house of milk fed teets of poker cards
The beautiful fly of butter spread like the wings of a star driven insecurity and a blind mans viola
An intrinsic method in a futuristic particle I grasped my chance and I stole her.

The puzzle of life intrigued me , for I was birthed this way, I've tried to rebel oh I've sought after a thousand counts and died a google time
I loved to live amongst a romantics painting, delved upon an old masters time line
Yet in the end it boiled down to a simplistic point of view
She was blonde and her eyes didn't roll back in the inside of her head they were pure and they were blue.

I may get maudlin, and I may grow stronger , I may collapse amongst the star that spangles in my sky
And yet at least, deep within what the books of academia dictates, I should see through my middle eye
The real sense the nonsense the over flowing damn be it a wall I've tried so hard to hide
A fly on the brick,  a sun through a magnifying glass, burning the X-ray wings destroyed to abide.

I'm afraid to delve into a cigarette, and leave this infernal machine alone in case it disappears
I've lost a thousand eyes of women staring at me from a distance, before and ever after clear
Yet I'll take the risk I'm going for a smoke like a Chinese dragon who needs to figure out more
I love her yet I forget who her in the calendar actually is, is it me, is it mothers earth from the surface to the core

Of the apple of temptation through the garden of Eden the poisonous demons we fight the justice we have the pain
The apperation, that youre seeking, it greets you, at the end of everyday
I crave to seek her cheeks pressed like fresh linen against my bearded caustic fur
An unarmed robber, that fell in love,  and so I did. I stole her.

flatliner

So many times now I've been a flatliner, an only resuscitate if deemed necessary
A thousand times I've wanted to say the words marry me
Yet my progression has been so slow and I never deemed myself ready
Until now, with the orange hue sunset delving deep into the veins of my heart for all to see.

There's a mariachi band playing through a tequila laden fingertip on the strings of my mind
I will progress and steal the plectrum from your string burned eyes that lead to a human being, I'll uunwind
And then it's the time I entered the bank with a pistol for my wife to be
Give me everything in the safe or I'll end your entire family

And upon my demand, they did,  and I rode like the existence of the giving wind
I try to thrive upon  the saddle, while still alive, with gold in my iris knowing I had sinned
Yet you my love were more important I had to provide, since you told me you were due
I knew no other way, it was the gallows or the child and I knew I knew

So my steed thrust forward aiming for the ends of the earth, the shadow of tomorrow
A Cloud passed by and lit her in a shadowy dense cast of passing sticks of straw
I will reach you I swear, laden with my baby daughters future
Then the bullet hit me through the gut. No stitching and no suture.

I've loved this embrace of my love, my life, the very reason why
I rode through persecution from arrows and bullets and I cry
I'm now a blind man and I fell wounded to the floor
I tried giving you the rich man but I died a corpse on horseback poor

uneventual

Uneventual.
Until I began to dream
In a Kodak colour photograph
A spectrum phonograph that's playing on the inside
Of my head does the gray mind splurge matter
Can we even abide the splatter of blue bullets abide.

Are we intuitive at all cascading fall, out on a sleeping bag that's home
A beard , tangled upon my chin masking the intellect within
Homeless beggar, whose  force and echo goes unanswered with or without the trip and fall
Can you spare a dollar for this poor peasant that tries to strive beyond this rigmarole

Tread carefully upon my lying  human form as you pass by and barely
Acknowledge me, this lonely soul ghost ship that passes by so serenely
In a fog that clouded your thoughts , so insipid amongst the colours of the rainbow
I'd take you in if you wasn't such a rabid fog like man an eye for an eye scary scarecrow

But you are who you are and yet I spit on you because I'm given a cause
That on days I'm better than you. I'm confused because I can't possibly be I'm just
The marinade, to your rich charred out source
Cheeks after a day in the sun burned and after all because they told me and force

Me. To have a look down vertigo dizziness upon your poor disheveled scalp
Maybe I should dig deep into first world problems pockets, I know deep down I'll help
But my time is uneventual. A word Made up to describe you because that's how much I care
I'm a passing boo, a shallow shadow, a brief regretful scare

Do not believe a word I say. I'm Not a trustworthy man or father
I'm a passing sentence for your sins a butchers dance on cleavers carver
This unkempt man from a good upbringing in which I'll find
A neutral colour you'll ignore in the subway of your mind

there are no answers

Seven minutes with my head reaffirmed against the trunk of a mighty oak
Lost in the Forrest of confusion a title winning award certificate giving joke
It's not about you anymore I've moved on from that I've evolved into a different jigsaw
A billion pieces in which we scramble the fractured segments as mixed up, a cerebral coleslaw

I tear up through ducts that quack inside my salty eyes thoughts that contribute to infected sighs
And they say sighs don't matter, right. They're wrong , sighs contribute to the very matter of cells inside the king size
Bed and mattress smoking to get the highs that only dreams in witch we control through envelopes
Licked and ready to stamp through the postal office to a heart of another in which the good envelops  
Stand sturdy, stand tall and proud let your voice project through the internal projects pain
Delve deep into the realms of an internal diagnostic switch it back off and on again

Seven minutes reduced to five and it all begins to start again
It's time to be more positive more knead of the bakers bread more life not death
I'm a clever mother fucker but I'm not as smart as you, you've lost more in your life and I totally respect your admission to my last written line
But I'm cool with that , it's  part of this and it's fine

I guess we're growing into a conclusion with a hot air balloon cerebral confusion
Three minutes until we weld the metal of our mind into a mettalic hope conclusion
Infusion of thoughts that I'll insist remain positive
Grind through a tight covered colander disguised as a divider where we exist to live

One minute and it's fucking awesome we are still a part of the matrix we still thrive
And at the end Nature grasps her in her arms and hold in like a mother really should a honey scented hive
Zero but I don't care that the clock ran down because I sought and I did find amongst life's chancers
It's all about the birth giver,  the meaning of life , there are no answers.

The falling leaves with the autumn leaves accompanied

The falling leaves that tumble from the outside inside of head
The sunburned skin I have to stare upon everyday of my life but l miss you like I said
The caustic iron bars that are mounted amongst my insane brain inane partisan regression
Must leave the curtain hooks spaced evenly l the world doesn't end obsession.

Chorus the autumn leaves Eric Clapton.

Dancing amongst the partisans of a poetic Parisian party
Held upon a roof terrace so close to the Eiffel Tower of power so smartly
Am I too naieve to think all the words at the end of a sentence should rhyme
Well just to prove it wrong this one doesn't.

Chorus the autumn leaves Eric Clapton.

You called me late one mid summer night amongst a Faustian pact that you
Felt would make you better I beg to differ it sent a  shiver tumbling through the messy who
You tapped on a tadpole embryonic back door only friends are allowed to tap and enter
Repented you better make sense you tried and tested theatrical depth delivering devil repented.


Chorus Clapton.

A better wall blast a sophisticated spasticated world in which the autumn leaves start to call
I'm witch of the craft boils babies in a pagan rigmarole
Don't ever shirk the responsibility of an atheist soldier jumping amongst foxholes
It never enters day or nights it never enters our waves goodbye souls.

Clapton

The deep dark heart.

There's a sunset awaking in my deep dark heart
A passing conversation a realm that claims grounds in the golden mining town horse driven cart
You don't know me you don't understand the believer in the caucus of my blood
But you should you fucking imbecile a throw of the first century snake eye double six sexy should.

A tribute to the fallen a swallow nesting in the throat of a cancerous tumour harboured a billion light years in my decrepit head
A lion Limph node that continues ultimate life draining cerebral existintion better off dead.


But the good Lord fuck you in the unexplainable head you're  dying past tense on the grammar
You're a reason at the end of the duck hunting season an earthquake in my mind a shiver in my tremors hammer
A few more words Viking Thor of your rundent tin on black anvil civil rights that allowed us to breath
To feel the anger the right to simplify and the correctness to be insipid to seeth.

And so I'll continue. I'll explore the fortitude of this fucking first world tree covered avenue
This fucking white rap that the entire will worn delve into the recess of the eye bruised blue
Drawing to a sketch of the crayon waxed eighties style colour me bad acapella old style
An end to the universe I can saw through the iron bars with my mind file.

It's part and parcel of a UPS van delivering a parcel from abroad to me
A mental menthol minted cigarette that only you and I can drive toward the end of the road to be
I'm done, I shone in golden rays of displays but you never ever understood you fucking wanted me to cry for your attention

But it ends here. I'll stand the tallest the giant amongst the pygimies
 A natural  a cause because the life of a stigmata hole in the hand bullshit.


And so I laugh in tides of wave like lightening in a storm so heavyily laden with a cerebral connection so frightening
I'm drawing no sketching an end to this fucking time
I feel almost like I've committed a Freudian crime
But I'll leave it here with a dire straight song in my decrepid head
Better off serving than better off dead.

The coupon.

I'm a Yorkshire man that's fucked in the head I can't control the remote control
The Dickensian tiny Tim with a disability limped like leg mind like the  new born spaticated foal
I cry everytime two men hug  I had a broken relationships with my dad
The shrink told me this that I'm better off realising this as a pose to being a grad

You ate, a minuscule observation a padding retribution that had no matter nor cell set retribution
A permenant aggression a keyboard a dented car crash realm of a contribution
And then we calm down, on a down of heather s perfect fucking testerone
horse against a wall
In a Victorian murder victims domain a Jack the Ripper life that leads to mass appall.

But at least we caught jack the fucking Ripper s caustic blood boiled sentimental flesh coated stripper
A childhood nightmare a difference between your graveyard and me
A heart attack away from the depth I'm an unsecured mind thinking of our middle eye see
It's all about our family of the the ninety eighties Cosby family And we be

And even tried out to be a fucking tape inducing drug fuelled imbecile
A fountain of life combined with a cocktail of love and vile
We can contribute us Yorkshire men against the sanitary exhale

Blood towels on the hills of a matrix period red and it's a  dead mother fucker
And yet my grandmother accepted this jazz coloured love designed a point between me and you and a lover
And where is my mother a fucking test a crayon of nursery like an infant colour set in wax
You can't dictate the crowd coverd Swan I must  contribute to the royals facts
And yet I begin to sleep to delve to dive to hold the nose like an imbecile on a drug baseball hat
Like that fucking putting perfect part of our sentimental baseball bat.

It's a crazy golf sim for the whole of the hole each and everyone of us aim for
Doesn't matter if we are aiming across the sand bunkers of life a double albatross or a hole in one galore
The hole being black as a void me an avoid of tension and anxiety
Me a country dwelling Gardner turfing up the lawn of life and contribution
To the life in the city.

There's no chorus in this son of a bitch it just continues like a fucking train on a railroad out of control
Abandon all hope this reality that my mental health is the NHS abandoned into that hole we talked about
I'm drawing it to an end I'm trying my only friend its a damn confusion in a mind that's seeking s soloution

Those lines you sent. Those lies you told. It's a cute on a coupon.

Day giver

There is a dirty spirit that inhabits the inside of my head
Better the being right? Fuck that better off dead
I'm not sure you understand the point of comprehension the low of depth the last of the lighthouse bled
The forthwith
I'm about the life and I'm about the death.
You are the day giver
You make me feel real you tease me with nerve dangled ankles
Of the resurrection of the given
Of the bald senario angel
That does not exist apart from the inside of your heads
This phycological nightmare where I crave the mask of death

And then i stared at her. A sugar candy secret, they played the ground in a floss  run on
Upon my self destruction the trivial point  the ultimate con
You never knew the answer the crossword semantic
The fork of the lightening the entirety of the thunder romantics.

And then I walked into a western bar
And they drew their weapons and I drew so far
As to kill their hides their skin their side so  bleeding sister cries
Their ass their cause their hidden dive in shadow lies.

And now relax to western cause I am the day giver
I am the absolver of your sins the principal provider the head teacher
Of the student sinner
It'd be  the greatest of what, I know the bastards will always roll the lover
So the shill will seashell shout and hide amongst the plan game and over.

The world of the devil harlequin

There is a virus of religion that's invading from a far off century
A devil that dalliances with hoof tipped feet of cinder toffee sugar spelt glee
There is no god you dancing fool. You jester, caught in a world of the harlequin
No such thing as heaven no such philosophy as a needle giving blood tests the prick of the pin.

Imagine a place without the thrust of a superior being
There's no god in your fable , no Caine or fucking Able seeing
Who the hell do you think you are that you can create a fucking god.
You can not. I swear it's just your imagination this deity you named lord

The ghost of the gone will always haunt yout cerebral cortex
It will pound on the inside of your dream like relaxed ( scrabble winning words with x )
Fathom me, equates to a world of depth of a casual free dive without breath for a thousand sucks
Like the perfect pussyfoot cat that roams amongst the ally way who doesn't give a flying fuck.

And then the jazz dance the romance of playing the wholesome heart of your vision
The scissors cutting open your soul , an incision so light yet deep it penetrates the indecision
You fuck wit traitor you're unpatriotic your a tit feeding milk craving imbecile
A rampant alternative life dragging slug sliding in sludge unable to feel.

I am anti god , I am an anti lord I am the passing of persuasion
I am the shadow the reflection
An all be it flame that flickers in the inside of your human brain
I am the binding rope of a rape victims inane insane

You're vision of heaven does not exist my traveller friend
He is a passing wind on the crescendo of a turbulent end
Just recall the cinder toffee the the sugar coated glee
Just remember the love I felt for the disillusioned the breaking of the free.

Cold heart black of skin

I'm cold of heart, black of skin. Rich as fuck and blind of birth
I am a traveller amongst the age a feature of the statues here on earth
Bald on the hairless inside of my heart, fresh as a tulip that keeps on dying
Another soul seeking retribution,  like a gunman, who killed , while lack of his soul, is crying.

Oh Trixie Annabelle I regret the hurt I caused the bleeding of the nose
The strike against your blushing cheek that made me questions obsoletes the cause
I'm in turmoil here because I made a mistake I slapped you hard I slapped you good
I understand the consequences I comprehend the bad from from the hood

So I lounge on the sofa with cramped up fingers that throb without the application of ice
The knuckles twisted inwards with the imprint of your face I suffice
And I feel a little guilt but not as much as you would expect
It's not the first time I've done this your honour, I remain the chief suspect.

Of a childhood so entwined , in a ball of disillusionment
Buried in a bridges foundation drowned in solid cement
Sofa
Lounge
Guilt
Your honour
Heart
Black
Skin
Full stop I need a drink
And another cigarette
A perfect sunrise equals a perfect sunset
I'm cold of heart
You make me real
I  tried so hard I Really did
Yet the end is near and I'm all consumed
In the web of life, in its cause, of doom.

It is my final day

The bank robbery went terribly wrong but I haven't spilled the entire beans
Sure that fucking teller tried to alert the cops but I addressed the situation and found it obscene
So I cocked like a cockerel the trigger and I fired a round square in the face the teller did bleed

And then we ran and in the running of this I felt bereavement like I had trod on a innocent bug
And yet as the child that was hurt by the vain and a belt I felt an internal smile a dream dealt hand of smug
The get away driver revved the cello tuned engine and we headed towards the border
I still don't understand the reason of your mind that tidies the terracotta of law and order

It didn't last for long this freedom from both physical mind and body and soul
A paragraph of disillusionment a fire stoked of love and coal
They fired three times and I'm down on the floor
And it's drawing to an end this rigmarole this need for more.

So I guess it's time to say hello to the sheriffs gun that pierced my heart in a shot
I entangle my fear of both death and the baby that is lying in the hometowns cot
She will never hear her daddies voice except in yellow ancient letters I wrote one time
And the last breath
I stroll forward once
The second in a second
I drop. Onto my knee
I try to pull the pistol from its holster
And then it's all slow motion
I cried in a minute second and then I passed away
A bullet to the brain.
It is my final day.

Titanic tonic

The scent so inviting like pine kernels teasing amongst squirrels gathering just for the sake
A death defying move that you chose to tap into the emergency brake
The exploration has just begun on a lazy Sunday morning coffee
As stark as light that illuminates amongst the space time matrix continuity.

We delve into the countryside and dance as we hold hands for the very first time
As we witnessed the nursery rhyme like a cocktail needs both lemon and lime
Dusty saddles mind controlled by a billion infinite existence picnic table
We shall carry on regardless dear amongst the physicians explanation of the cane being able.

The wave. Good grief the wave goodbye a tsunami peasant living in a field so felled
A cello playing like an upstanding umbrella was of one hell of a try dispelled
Yet I admit this the embryo of my thought the cerebral patterns
It is what it is this burning charred love this entirety of the barbecued burnt as it happens

So we dived without apparatus a free deep breath and we swam downwards
A cheek of yours glanced upon my face and I held my lungs and heart strings chords
And then we glanced for the very last tinge upon this immense titanic
The ice grasped our heart and live together forever in a historic written tonic.

The skull of the ancient man

After we found the skull of the ancient old man
The flat insipid love triangle delving where it can
There seemed no need for baton passing no need for violins
An atrocious chaos star exploding devil dancing sins.

You reached inside my heart and massaged the essence of my soul
A miner of my inner thoughts that lifted me amongst the strife and rigmarole
Danced and fishnet stocking lured me with a torch and lamp
And I fell for it all, the second the hour the clock of time the eventual stamp.

So I moved away into a backward and reversed corruption of the internal
Jumped from the mush of rooms to the claustrophobic hellish infernal
A life saver it turns out you were not, yet in the end I can't abandon you as a friend
Perhaps I'll regurgitate informative internal hope that this is really not the end

Of the knot. The tied, the rope, around my bleeding scorched neck.
I will continue to question and to fight for a new beginning. The dot of ink in a fleck
Like a feather on the philosophers tower back,  whipped within an inch of his life
I shall remain, alone in the steam of the wolfs nostrils, arctic trouble, dalliances, strife

So I wandered and wondered in a fairies dust that encouraged me for one final session
In the history of me providing a massive shoulder to cry on and I'll be the passion
Just let me be the beginning and the end of the perfect sentence
A little heart and a little love and the collapse of percerverience.

Little Bo Sleep

There's a sugar cane negro that flexed amongst my beating stick
Looking back amongst a cornfield and cotton white mans prick
Upon a sabbath tied down morning breach from where we became
Delving deeper into the abyss amongst a hanging mans rope so lame.

There's a guitar humming solo amongst beer driven swamps
Fancy courstisans with a drying of education and gas burning lamps
Of a Picasso intrepidating volcanic level tsunami destruction
A fucked up lie. A bid to collide into the destruction of construction

No matter who the fuck you are, the fat Cuban beer bellied rum soaked pirate
The inconsequential captain driven flag waving pall bearer highlight
A driven cloud in a midnight mass lulling itself like sheep
Finding the flock of a lamb and little,  Bo Sleep.

Forgive me fleecing and enticing for the crowd of together
That heaven hope that constrictive boa constrictor
Only now my inebriated corpse driven multi coloured snitch
You never knew. You never kissed my ass, you son of a bitch.

A fly on the wall

Three million times poring and seeping through the filtered dreams inside my head
Better off amongst the gravestones the insipid cries of the way gone rotten dead
Legs stretching towards the heavens north of the pole of rigmarole
Sentinel beings guarding the plinth of protection against the gate of Alice's rabbit hole

A web cam of a Spanish bar she plays against waitresses and back stabbing bitches
Rush against the spirited tequila suppressants the anti depressants the poor against tiara riches
Her black Raven folecules that preordered the molecules to stand and be counted on a soldiers parade
I would stand beneath the balcony of Shakespeare's Verona balcony his damn fine serenade.

Hold on back the fuck up let's reverse and try something new and polished
Let's dance in the headstones of ancestral bones and skulls demolished
Like the genetics are culpable for my screwed up existence
I feel like the dinosaurs  on the Freudian couch both literal and hence

Back up yet again how many times can us juveniles burn our fingers against the fire
How many moments can we pile upon the cells of the embers of a wall, we the mighty perspire
Look upon a heaven type existence like that's all the brain that matters in a swell driven accident
An incident so far beyond the dream of an incognito scream a pause in a time I dreamt an incident

They will lock me up one day I guarantee , they will hang me , myself upon the rafters
Because of the dreams and thoughts I had inn keepers of bubble thoughts afters
Can I survive this hellish Alice rabbit hole
Can I thrive amongst the rich, the existence of the little fury mole

Let's introduce the psychology of what I'm writing about, snubbed nosed son of a bitch with a tiny snout
Who digs his way through soul erupting and interrupting drunken thoughts there is no doubt
Filtered dreams inside of my head the dead of Alice's rabbit hole
I am God. I am the perfect example. Im a first class sample  of a fly on your wall.

On board the coach driven hoof

She makes me smile. A graveyard covered inebriated real time bliss
On a sunshine that I caused to erupt just in case I ever get to kiss
Those tender lips that ride on board the coach driven hoof living version of she and I
And I crave absolution to the solution,  that as a human, we never shall find and so I'll cry

That I lost her to a better man. The alpha male I admit I never could on the  test A or B
On the school yard, classed as challenged human being with a shrunken self absorbed C
Do you see I'm no one at all just a pensive damaged Elastoplast on the wound of hell
An inner turmoil that fights and kicks like a futuristic brain in a jar of the single roomed cell.

Romanticism died on the fence post in the lonely countryside
It lived at one time amongst the ancient pilgrims of the life by which we abide
Oh my darling how much I crave you to share my bed amongst the goose down covers
You make me tremble, you enforce the tears and salt laden movers

I tremble and resemble a passing of spirits on ships  within the ghosts of the afters
Of passages in tributes to the book marks dividing pages amongst loft clinging on bat driven rafters
I pass out
And faint
Because of she. The promise of a tomorrow I fear I'll never see
You can't see the mountains I can't ascend and I can't even paint

Deep inside the darkest hole like the voodoo jab
She made the move and all I could do was grab
The after vapours fold upon the New York papers
And I'll always be left in the spellbinding split of a light after vapours

Don't you ever contradict this magical sociopath
For I have seen the truth I have witnessed the river,  the aftermath
She makes me smile without medication ignoring the dream non witnessing the truth
I guess I'm the flavour of her month I am the future absolute.

Blue haired lapse becomes insane.

Stood at the bus stop when an elderly lady says to  me
It's not due for another seven minutes if it arrives at all you see
Old haggered leather handbag face being pessimistic
So I kind of believe and drag on my cigarette knowing it's caustic.

The bus arrives and I've run out of alibi so I pay the extorniate fare and shimmy on board
The blue haired sits directly in front of me and even with the finest strand I can't play a single chord
Of twisted visions I'm having of motorists passing and swerving in any direction
Then the doe of my dreams steps on board and the statue has anyone  erection.

I delve into the mind fucked dialogue I carry in the suitcase of my cerebral brain
The bus passes my stop but I don't care for the stop I need to enlighten upon I know is insane
A blueness in her eyes cries out for love and attention hark the herald of manic depression
I check my ticket and I'm way passed the stop and I'm way overdue the lips of suppression.

Yet I French kissed you if only in my thought process an eagle landing on a nest of lipstick pink
Not only do you plague my inert soul you delve into the words and way I think
The fields pass by and I'm mesmerised I am as countrysides collide and shadows hide
Didn't you see them trip those photographs developed upon black and white negatives that abide.

Hold on back up I am still at the bastard bus stop and it's getting colder
I'm looking at my ghost like reflection and I realise I'm getting Dorian Gray older
I don't appreciate the early mornings the charming birds don't do it for me at all
And then the world collapsed and the bus flips over and the passengers flip and fall.

The baggage collapses and caves the brain inside of my head
Then I know and acknowledge that this is the end and I'm better off dead
A last recognition of the blue haired ladies bag fucking  with what's left of my brain
Remember how it ends I'll tell you a thousand times as the lapse becomes insane.

I drag on my last cigarette

I drag on my last cigarette ever I promise to myself
Yet the heat hits my corroded throat and it feels so good
The mist of vapourised hatred pollutes my lungs and I'm left on the shelf
The devil dances on the cancerous cells locked by a gailor who always wears a hood

I played the double bass in a volcanic ash cloud that I exhaled and failed
I tapped dance in between lovers kissing on the harbour wall
Tempting the teenage me to collapse and try to raise an alternative sail
Yet it took more than that for he'd resisted up until my awkward call

Drag like the queen on a seminented volcanic eruption knowing the dire consequences
A New Orleans bourbon street cigar whisper into a vapourised aftermath
From now on in tapping the barrel of whisky keg apprehended
Fencing with a foil stabbed in the lyricists bubble spoken bath

Red headed vixen Viking from a thousand plundered years ago
Invading the lonely island that I made a conscious commitment to
From frozen lands of a menthol tundra I repel your existence steam powered ego
Do you realise you'll never know me you'll never understand like a good human should

Choose your choice you fucking idiotic retarded prick the way to bow out of this existence
Step in front of the train and make it quick and fast
Or live and love your life with your children as the supper of an evening dark subsistence
A broken and fractured mind a lifetime of light and nets forever cast.

I purchase the most expensive cigar on the tobacconists shelf
Bite and nibble of the end and ignite the end with my guilded  silver zippo
Craving a face that will accompany me to the clouds up above a reflection of myself
It's the end but I went out with a cough ridden bliss from a height to the guitar driven low.

with a pinch of blood

There's a county bumpkin driving amongst the tarmac of the road
I'm as drunk as my father way back in the day I'm warned
That family heading south as this maniac on drugs and alchol
Philosophers stone that brings me back and it's going to collide ful on.

Twisted crash that only your lord can entangle
That wicked depth of your neck that's stretched amongst its angle
Your fucking dead and it's all my fault
I can't even absolve myself with a pinch of blood and a dash of salt

This drunken piece of shit and dreams of cuddles lasting in trials of dreams
A piss full nappy I wish to escape from in the puddle of a narrow street of  screams
There's only so many fucking lines you can scribe at least I'm honest
The end of this feathered quil. The end of my fucking promise