You sit on my knee Wriggling like a serpent Contorting like a gymnast Like a buttered chimp Head butting my lips
We dont speak the same language an… Its more than an impinge of vernac… Its a constant fight of pointless… Its circa, middle of the road, a h… We breath the same air and feel th…
Black and white hide thoughts of g… Lay sleepless under blankets thin Dreams are nightmares growing long Pieced together the seam still pin… Shapeless forms as dark turns fadi…
Blood thuds down a vein, sheltered Its wind swept hovel above tiring Breath shallow, shards of glass in… Peace comes gently without rue Red ripples like a blanket spread
this wooden mould of a decaying ma… this cloak of splinters encasing m… should be no reminder of a loyal c… of the boy to man I used to be, my eyes no more from daylight hide
I didn’t want to feel that stabbin… that knee falling drag that suffocating wilt of isolation that wan face obscuring the door h… words of few need not a rehearsal
her life was an open book her verse a word too long full stops a bridge thatched far her length not short enough she struts around the edges
as the shoulders sag and droop and… as the burden carried refused to l… the last hope of loves resurrectio… drowning in tears internally wept, you’ll sleep the night but that’s…
I sink back into its black embrace… through the fog, the misted flecks… trapped in its world, without hope… negative energy pulses through my… this dead sea has me adrift a furt…
you offered me asylum and that’s where you housed me, chained to a bed in a room the stale smell haunting me, you offered me a reason
looking back over times murky mist how easy it can be to feel unease, as hindsight becomes a moral compa… when a future you wish to receive, its fragrance lays a sultry dream
one strange day the sun played warm and bright you broke the seal around my heart not much to add or say it was soon as cool as night
watch my tears swell the corners of my eyes run the red tinge from constant sheddi… in my eyes it leaves its tincture as the pain of life leas its harsh…
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…
Whose needs do I serve When I’m kneeling in the dirt And my brow is wet with misery Bled from the grind of dawn to dus… Whose needs do I serve