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