sorrow rests its eager shaft
in its makeshift home, my anal cav
with the thrust of zeal, forth and
it renders me prone in the hope of
sorrow bends me over and mops my r

I work a boring forty hours
five days of a misery unknown,
each day I plan my suicide
to be carried out when weekend com
then as I clock-out on friday even

through the broken windows
with the peeling paint
with the cracked putty
and the ghosts of faces peering
echoes yelled

the dreary call of an impish grin
a devil may care shrug and an over
a growl and a torch of yellow vent
you can’t forget me, I’m the infal
the one with crimson in my eyes an

no more skies
their dreams cascade
cold coffee
and liberty
inorganic ignorance

gone are the days of conversation
erudite chats of things that confu
spanners thrown into confabulation
tirades minus words just bemuse
its a sad sorry state of affairs

my voice carries no weight
its cadence flows though mute to a
I’m the invisible man, a wraith, a
inconsequential, insignificant
unseen, transparent in the room

God help the world because the you
Shall be the leaders of tomorrow
We think we’re in the mire now
Just wait for the cloud of real so
Politicians in hoodys guzzling ene

How have I missed this
I’d forgotten how beautiful you ar
And I’m caught in you gaze
A lightening bolt to the eyeball
A thrust of electric rain

We circumvent and pray for recompe
In the thick of where the lines bl
We eke out a rich mans fortune for
In the thick of where the lines bl
We are the joke and line of punch,

I bring to you a crisp white empty
so that you might paint me the wor
give me your word and I’ll spill m
to ease your controlled strokes I
with the tongue of a feline lick t

Ink splashes across a moonlit nigh
Leaving an oil paintings texture
Turbid, its cloudless face shines
Moving silt, flourishing
A flowers rest from forced growth

you strode out of the saloon
just before high noon
looking around to see
if I’d decided against the day
I stood there minding my own busin

a sting smarts this proud mans str
his gait was once wider, though no
the world has draped a heavy shawl
he walks without pride, purpose or
gone in a boom and a flash

that floating lift, that marshmall
one pill and a day to a dosage on
its that certain kind of madness t
a toss of a bung away kink which c
you spoil yourself and all’s ok in

the psychometry of your braille po
forces me to deduce from a daydrea
gun shots and noise with the stenc
sirens wail and grenades explode a
my eyes are closed as I dwell on t

it seems so far away
almost out of reach, in a way,
last among the tumbling thoughts
that mingle; turning hearts hard,
beyond all obscure leanings

The world is a cruel place I hear
The sheer weight can make you sink
As you walk along a sandy beach
Going from one end and then back a
Carrying varying shapes along

old bricks make a young house
mortars eaten away in places
its got cracks appearing in its fa
old bricks make a young house
broken windows let new light in

Sensitive allure, frank fragrance
Its heady penance my way
Deep scorn, whispers float into tu
Expletives echo as it does the rou
Dear god why has thou plagued me

marry him
because you love him
not just to add some cadence
to your name
not because you own

there’s nothing thrown so worse
than to think yourself a fine grad
only to grip at a point in a later
your way off, the ticks were weigh
looking back down the oval centuri

I saw you the other day
your coy smile, whats that about?
its been a couple of years since t
I saw your face, its been a while.
You just walked right past me

I’m not sure
if what I seek truly exists
I’ve followed its tracks
shed tears in the foam of its wake
I’ve pursued it

Alone in coven of narcissists
That couldn’t find the wind in a s
They blacken the heart of purity
And wonder why it all goes wrong
Alone in a coterie of megalomaniac

you weave despair like a fine thre
you’re a tailor with skills unknow
and it seems my ego is your thimbl
my back is also your pin cushions
I feel i’m treated like a commodit

you moulded me a wax heart
and placed a wick through its core
and slowly and over time it burnt
but now it burns no more,
its light has been extinguished

a button you wear for every occasi
your love holds me still, its anch
an ornate deluge of memories of yo
tiptoes a rare nostalgic profusion
we’ve soared just as eagles have

ghosts of your blood litter this f
strewn about the walls, arterial s
your final act of conscious though
an urge to steal yourself away
resting there on embossed paper

sometimes I wish I could live beh
ultra violet rays, under dark cove
nullify all eyes that wish to see
glass lens to keep out odd stares
lateral vision, an infusion, monoc

Silence comes like a gentle rain
A drizzle that cools the heat of n
Silence comes like a soothing kiss
That takes away the stress of toil
Silence comes like dawns sunlight

we use our pain
like the nib of a fountain pen,
the paper our flesh
the ink our blood,
we spill our hearts

swirls of dull grey
a deep dark red finds its way thro
pale cream and yellow dots
an artists impression
this creation holds its nerve

true and real faith hides its face
between ego and a barrage of hurt
we endure our lives as an out as a
asides fluttering in subliminal ec
our stage and act is someone else’

if a word was spoken
and its meaning was true
and faces felt impact
showing winces in view
misconstrued adjectives

honour my wishes, as I would yours
until we meet again, shed no tears
remember love and laughter’s echo
that’s my legacy, my love and hope
tread your memories and hold them