Sadness is what you cause me
Hurt my emotions,
Tear my confidence away,
Weaken my heart.

I love you with the same weak heart
Care for you,
Protect you with the same heart,
However you fail to see.

This is where our road ends
Our paths should depart separately,
For you have done the worst,
Bringing tears to my lovely, loving face.

Your beard rough against my face
lover's sweat upon our bed,
emotions lingering press,
your hands wrap around my poem..

They found a letter,
contents unknown,
why does a young man who has
everything to live for jump out the
bathroom window 20 stories high?

Did you think you could fly?
Did you think that was a permanent solution
to your temporary problems?
Did you think your depression and pain
would not be felt by those who know and
love you,
after all... we all walk on the same ground,
we were your ground, and you
hid your falling until it was too late.

I’ll have to buy tobacco very soon
or else I have to smoke the wretched crap.
I keep it on the chance I might run out,
but elsewise I prefer my Captain Black.

Buying my tobacco must be sooner
than the chance I’ll smoke the wretched crappy.
Keeping it on chance I might run out soon,
Captain Black I elsewise do prefer it.

APOCALYPSE

a sudden madness seized Mankind
the sane scattered in fear for theiir mind
Insanity in violent pursuit
and the gates of Heaven swung open
floodiing the skies thunderous red
a procession of angels
black wings spread
followed lines of marching dead
singing in Excelso Deo
and across the universe
laughter was heard again

You make me laugh
Each time you talk
On your good choices
To deify your gods
With celestial cathedrals
And mighty mosques
I turn around to see
A pot calling a kettle black

You ridicule my ways
Call them primitive past
Scornfully spit on my shrines
Claim a better understanding of life
You know very little about me
A pot calling a kettle black

splayed out
Im paraylsed by the compassion of your fire
how you tinge every touch
such bitter kiss
cloaked with woven ways
wound with ribbon rivers

all your pockets
teem with deadly treasure
the sweet guillotine
doll head eyes
as blue as winter skies

"all love is sweet"
a sing song farewell
inked scroll script
as lively as
Once Upon A time

I have this recurring dream in which I am pursued and devoured by a giant ball point pen, which shouts triumphantly ; " I AM BIC - PEN : TAM EATER! !

The Corner Shop
On down the stairs to reach the old front door
I clutch the list that gives me power to buy
The groceries and hardware but no more
Than items she denotes, I dare not try.
On down the stairs to reach the old front door
I clutch the list that gives me power to buy
The groceries and hardware but no more
Than items she denotes, I dare not try.

A need spawned a late night journey
that I cared not, really to make;
night's shadows were lined up, silently
lying in wait for evening's chill, to take.

Crooked fingers reaching for the sky
trees silhouetted against the night,
though late, I still needed to visit the mart
so off I walked, with the moon shining bright.

The air out, was really "hollow", and "cold"
much cooler than earlier, that day;
I had to hurry before the night grew too old
and other creatures could arrive out, to play.

"look like a dirty girl"
there is ash and grit
rise of cheekbone
flecks like black snow
the long strands that flow
cupola of soul
where your dark wings
rest

I can smell the smoke
along your spine
cities and feilds
forests in the murk
the saplings scorched
the chimneys rising
stoic and windowless
torn walls

feet are dusted with all
that is crumpled
the great passion
converging like swirling
columns