There is a moth

There is a moth
banging its head, against the light bulb in my mind, that said, I wouldn't want it to go away, stray, to another light source, stay, with me, please, keep tapping, rapping that rhythmic melody. Its fandango, tango, amuses me, the flapping of its wings, inspire, the choir of voices, to sing to me. A cathedral of echoes, i don't fully understand, comprehend, admittance, of the shrink wrapped sustenance. Fed. rally, and gather the forces, causes, petition and gist.
There is a moth
eating at my, sloth, slug, like, and yet angry, hungry and destructive, reconstructive, markings, its path with rainbow piss. Follow it, I dare you to, skid in it, drown in it, circumvent your it in it.
This is a children's story
There are no folk in the far away tree anymore. They grew up and began to explore the land above the clouds, that shrouds them now. They drew new pictures in their heads, when they were not forced, the historical ideals of a passing, ancient, yesteryear.
They witnessed nature in action, the transaction, of a caterpillar, eating, to form a cocoon, a nest, a hiber nation, sensation, to explore beyond, the naive teachings of under developed imaginations, and scientific explanations, developed and written amongst the humans evolved and creative cloth.
There is a moth.

none of the above by the strawheads.

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Every word I say.

I'm dumb
founded
by an orientation
of,
for,
relapse and contemplate
collapse and spastic ate
cerebral relax and fornicate
if you wish
if you abide
dare to tango and trip
the lightning fantabolous
wear the cape and announce the
legend within
the hovel of the poor man
sin.
Drive the Oldsmobile
through a shopping mall
smile at the camera
enlightened, enthrall.
A licence to byways
my ways
a billion dollar sigh
ways
contemplate
regurgitate
and puke
dispute
every word that i say.

Elephant tusks, refined and played.

Ivory, danced on by, patellas
Elbows, launched, skywards,
Knees, and all
because, it's the picture in my mind.
falling on to elephant tusks, carved
along side ebony,
white
elaborate, we won't starve
this music clears my mind
in the southern part of Indiana
I found the reason i became
in the sprawls of Indianapolis
the psychiatrist called my name.
I shot ,a thousand loads of reason
a bullett loaded with treason
yet I survived
and existed.
Lived along side a new family
the face, so open
I never knew
beauty could arrive
and never leave.
played on elephant tusks
dead and yet so alive
vibrations reverberate
through decades played, inside my mind
ivory.
I heed to the mighty beast
culled for
Tusks
speared for no other cause.
fallen on patellas
a hollow ghost
I played upon.

Cerebral Omelette

I recently fell in love. I wasn't planning to, it wasn't an event on my horizon, it sort of crept up on me, it wasn't diarised, I was single, thinking existence was peachy, no gaps needed filling, and then, bam, there she was, creating a gap that i didn't know needed filling!. Yet she was right.
I have only been in love once before, when i was but a child at the age of 18, but this is a mature love, it shrouds me in a cloud of security.I wear it every day. I rub my hands together in satisfaction and glee. I'm a poet, I make no apologies for that, she has made that make sense, no longer a teenage fantasy, I'm a 33 year old, adult male, and she is a constant tapping on my brain, whisking the yolk of my cerebral omelette.
A writer needs a muse, that's what I heard, in lyric absurd, see i am doing it already, a steady beat, tip tap, dum dum, tip tap, dum dum, it is a pulse in my head, fed.
I forgot how love felt.
I could describe it, i could tell you, the reader, how it is. I could compose a sonnet, I could describe my imagination, the torments of dreams, that's easy, it's what I do. Yet to allow you to glide, inside, that's more difficult.
I am not intentionally being patronising nor condescending, I hate people like me. So why am I doing this?
Just to provide an answer of some descript. It can happen.
My mind has been scrambled for some time now. I could have given in. I didn't. I made a cerebral omelette instead. She came in. and ate.
Don't hate me for this. I fell in love, and will prove, through my writings, that it was worth it.

Drown the Witch

Seers can predict the future, apparently, fortune tellers, tarot readers, horoscope writers, palmists, you get the gist, all future predictors. I am pretty much convinced that you can not, in any way, shape, or form, predict the future. Yet, for some bizarre reason, with the back up of millions of pounds of technological equipment, including satellite images etc, weather people, still claim, that they, the modern day witch, can, in fact, predict the future!. And not only can they do this, they convince millions of people around the world, that they can do it as well. Can I let you into a little secret, they can't, they are the prince of bullshitters.
Perhaps, at a stretch, they can tell you how tomorrow may turn out(although this is so often wrong), but they have the audacity, the sheer cheek, to try to tell us what will happen at the weekend, or the next week, or, the most laughable of all, how the summer is going to turn out. They attempt to tell us the direction of tornado's, the likelihood of a tsunami, where there may be an earthquake etc, etc. YOU CAN NOT PREDICT NATURE YOU BUNCH OF OVER EDUCATED, TOO WELL FUNDED, IMBECILES!!
As you may be able to tell with the tone of my capital letters, i don't like the weather people,(perhaps it is because I'm British) I'm sure if you bask in a mediterranean, sub Saharan, mid Australian, Bedouin, aboriginal, fly infested, no water within 100 miles, kind of place, you may think the weather guys are pretty accurate, to quote from the British TV series, The Fast Show,"El Scorchio"!. However if you live anywhere where the weather is interchangeable, where you actually have seasons, where mother nature can simply change her mind, it is completely unpredictable. No matter what equipment you are using, an earthquake can happen at any moment!, a tornado can touchdown anywhere! It can rain tomorrow!
Do me a favour, don't try to predict long term weather, just don't do it. Its irritating, you are not seers, your equipment is no where near sophisticated enough to determine the future. And for those wishing to know the weather, look out the window, that's what it's like, but expect it to change, at any moment, because that's what it does. Oh, and if you are one of those Bedouin, Aborigines, living under a permanently blue sky, praying for rain, SWAP, because here in the UK, our summers last but for mere days!!!, even I can predict that!