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.