A problematically good aim.

Told I need to be smarter, a penny for the thought

mugged off, of no wars fought

no penitentiary, a different direction walked

from life in tension to good intentions to create a mind like a fort

to venture fourth from the third degrees to do 180 on lessons retaught 

a D for art but I'll score the highest score on the board, that will be the retort

mistakes of missed takes will never be passed the torch 

been told many times I'm abhorred, that's ok only one human I want to be fantastic for

one opportunity slipped or maybe more

for they don't shine the light for what I'm looking for, for their feelings sore

as the mind plays tricks on what I could've caught 

who I could've courted, but most were brain dead tricks following the zombie hordes

the social whores who think all men will come when sex is called

then act appalled when the offer falls 

upon deaf ears of those who want more than legs sprawled

and claim they're not real men, as it's what their exploration taught

then turn so touch starved they follow the wilderness call, to be mauled 

a bear hug of hatred restored, outpoured, you gonna hear them Roar 

yet it's guys fault that they're battered and bruised, used by dawn

guess it's not surprising when pop artists are their mentors.

If not this life then maybe the next, but I swear I'll find the cure

to be worthy of who I'll adore.

Unwandered alone.

Water fell down the car window, like tears it streaked

I saw rainbows in each drop, as they played with the suns heat

and the contrast of her beauty, looking nonchalantly in her seat 

as I stopped for a heartbeat, to feel the same water soak my feet

a quiet moment alone, walking down a bustling street 

transformed the damp to a grand sense, of a lifetime lived discreet 

a fortune formed from an unfortunate imagination, of a life bittersweet 

for even as pure fantasy, we weren't destined to meet

but the sight still remains of her beauty, forever on repeat

and although I hate the feeling, I thank God for my wet feet.

Collective collaboration.

Fleming discovered penicillin and antibiotics

and ICI Pharmaceuticals helped create antipsychotics

while the famous in lyrical media seem to brag about being psychotic

and it's social sister has a body that's nothing but erotic

with a lust for surgeries that's purely cosmetic   

an artificial silicon inflation, yet we fear robotics

humans and research has always been symbiotic 

yet, what the mainstream seems to question has become idiotic

who hates who more has become a familiar topic

as genuinely learning from each other has turned strangely exotic

we war with each other over anything, no mater how microscopic 

and turn a blind eye or pussify the will to stop it.

Positive collaboration now lies within papers torn.

We stand on the shoulders of giants, it's what I believe is the gift for being born

still people bragging about being murderers, killers to whoever scorns

like little kids still drawing with chalk, we stand tall but walk with dwarves 

in the third millennium still we venture forth, we age like fine wine missing it's cork

parading the Devil like it's cool to wear horns,

but we fear nothing more then how we collectively talk.

Lost and

Saw heaven that wasn't there

just a smile and an evil glare

heard truth that was but a dare

a beacon of light that was an unanswered SOS flair 

saw beauty bare but without the care 

and rode a dream to awake to a dead mare,

we've seen hell that didn't seem fair.

Hope springs to summarise a fall

to try again with memories hauled

for those who deserve better, then what we can recall.

I've got a stomach ache.

Bloated with the super soaked shit

claustrophobic with the door open with the leg spread sit

a pit stop that won't stop even after the splashed beat drop

still with the lit wit with a ring of fire, no Cash just freely writ

my bunghole has got more soul then these paper stacked trolls

leading polls that earn less respect then those twirling on stripper poles

the fucking no models with their bent over roles

that leave their people outside cold

the soul is past tense for it's what they sold, by the boat load

sorry just squeezed out a floater as though it's got a motor 

anyway back with the splashed back, cocked back aim 

no wonder the balls stained amidst the pouring rain 

of our pride being maimed from these shit labour pains 

oops supposed to be no names for they are all stink covered grains

that somehow still remain in office like it's nothing but a fiddlers game

poshly trained in an all boys school getting taught how to run a train

with their cock in back came of small balls drained in tight ass gains

trying to frame their legacy from their dribbly butts that's equal to a flush back fame

of discarded brainwashed babes.

Angle of advice.

Reap what you sow coughing up threads

post to post sewing jumpers with threads turned red

want it, jump up, take it and blame it on absent meds

lost side is wrong side, victory tied they all lied

the simple social minds judged uncivilised 

when fight might equals right was a parental guide 

the socialised becomes a guise of a game of fear of being left behind

can you really blame OF's for sharing their bare hides 

when use any advantage was the teachings passed down, unclarified 

gotta respect the hustle, make your money boo, was basically I wanna see you

can't trust anyone for their hidden agenda for it leaves advice heavily modified 

every suggestion should be questioned with why? What prize do they spy

why are they now looking wide eyed, thinking with the cock eye with their mind blind 

but we're left with the pervert masses teaching classes 

for the young have no mental defence for temptations expense 

it takes time to decide, to define self, and who you want to reside beside

there's no guide for your life, it's up to you to clarify

what's true, and what it means in regard to you.

 

Fear the want.

Right or wrong, left no bonds for the old

the lighter load just exposed the cold

running away down closing roads

to a house laid flat, no room to roam 

amidst walls that talk in moans, disgruntled groans

for inside is no house nor home

but a bleeding heart unabsolved 

within a scarlet broken mould 

of whispers sold for mere coppers not gold

the cheap talk from the lips loaned with no will to aid the soul

as lone stories were as if to silence told, with no sweetened tones to hold 

leaves a frail existence, that fears to be consoled.

Love.

Injection with an itching infliction

an enigma that some understand as fiction

a chemical imbalance for lustful friction

but riddle me this, how do we have such diction

for a meaningless word that offers such varied depictions

a perfect artistical muse for those that win and for those that lose

something to obtain and never use within its addicting affliction

for what wrought wars as wrong and inspired a crucifixion

a synonym of an antonym without contradiction

for what I believe as a deity that holds us all without restrictions.  

Ring around the roses a pocket full of doses

ashes to ashes we all, fall, in.

Life beyond unspoken death.

 

Passing time, everything's fine

until the climb into eternal shine

when love reclines into the remind

of ones spiritual life and their lessons that guide

for livings do try beyond the physical byes 

as their left behind signs, read uniquely mine

for what is grief if not love re-signed upon our soulful dotted lines

with insightful memories encased, of their life refined 

and although the pain never feels right, we sleep with hope that we never fall blind.

Our reflection.

The streets are alive with the cadence of rain 

and bare feet with memories of lost shoes walking in pain

beating to a hearts rhythm of missing love that carries the blame

searching to feel them again

through the looking glass of our windowpanes 

we look without seeing the hundreds of names 

that pass by with no glory or fame 

just yet another day we think, here we go again.

Mr dry eyes.

Sleep evades of awoken thoughts that cascade

like rain in the gutter flooding the drains

of disdain for who's lain with a still active brain

in remains maimed of insane gains

asked to explain pain as the thoughts wane

behind an automatic smile framed so they can't obtain the grain

the truth famed in its crowned reign of a mind stained

like they can help, the vain train thinks it's only sane

for the truth tracks, for it's laid plain 

only the mouth abstains from the fear its tame.

Hopes horizon.

No speak 

slow feet 

shallow peak

a hollow reach

of times breach

for eyes seek

beyond presents bleak

till eyes meet

in togethers heat

but the future fragments of days reaped

with no breath to keep just faiths leap

until heavens peaks are rendered puddles deep

for who could awake in a dream only meant for sleep.

Circus life.

Death comes with unsweetened life

from salted eyes of a catered demise

a smiling guise amidst flatlining lies

from a cheerful decline unto a lonely prize

of trapeze of pleased artists, smugly refined

and bouncing acrobats that climb heights that boggle the mind

as I stood amidst exploding mines that were never mine

but were laughingly assigned from the muted mimes

that belly hold a chuckle with finger pointing signs 

to guide the wandering eyes to where the humours enticed

to where a smile died within a see through box, unable to hide

as they pull the rope where the other end was chokingly tied 

around the jugular, of a life denied

a killer joke, is the ringmasters pride

as the acts take their bows to end the night

as the juggler swings in front an audience of desensitised sights. 

Who could've guessed what smiles could hide.

Counted blessings.

Counted blessings 

of our lives and heated lessons

counted blessings

through our hated, though, love filled transgressions

why did we not count our blessings

when the number meant more then this feeble confession

to whom we now bless with returned love 

and unanswered questions

can we still talk or silently walk together

if a number matters nought, how about a heartfelt letter

so we don't have to feel so alone, upon another lifelong endeavour.

Hematite.

Rust to dust from upon metal chains

of a blooded palette of centuries claimed 

rattle an echo of unholy remains

accompanied by a cascading roar of living disdain

for all hearts beat still amongst the shadows shade

as from the path many have swayed 

towards the lure of temptations gain

an eternal debt that must be paid

for the night is long, like ghostly pain.