A play of parts.

 Happiness evades, as the play fades

an empty stage is laid with only curtains displayed

in a theater of blades of actors betrayed 

 

look God at what I made, a life estranged

 

decayed in time yet the clocks stayed

to face a judgement delayed, of an audience tailor-made 

a divine gift turned into a barricade

to taunt death like he's afraid to revoke anymore days

or is he building up the rage of smiles forbade

to cast doubt on what was once prayed to make certain afraid 

of the platform of blame only one man played

as the audience leaves, as love has them paid 

as but mere witnesses of pain

without even a symbolic gesture of rain

just a body lain

no fame nor shame, nothing gained.

 

 

All said and done.

 All in all for outsides small

fall and fall for insides still raw

for what is there to draw

when nothings seen or saw.

Hollow pine 

for the sake of shallow mines

 

can the dead really climb

if all they have is time

for I only have the one life

and the cats lips say they have nine

Sink or swim, on concrete I dive

a shallow attempt to try and leave it all behind.

Asked help, wrong town.

 Left alone for sake of pain of what was missing

but antagonistic harassment turned home into a prison

ask for help to identify the opposition

though none would listen 

so demolition of their homes also became my mission 

but my conscience refused to feed me ammunition

without honesty to snitch on self to make it a none competition  

as they run away with pathetic repetition

to invite kids in their homes to try and flaunt me as an exhibition 

amongst scummy townsfolk's passive aggressive traditions

that gave aid to their precision 

their lack of face is just who they are, that was their parents decision

an hereditary nutrition to feed their spineless condition 

so they can rally the masses led by the absent magicians 

and any truth and facts get labelled derision 

because after the fact, becomes a story of a one-sided rendition 

with seeds of truth that were told by the honest singular vision 

not the ones aimed to convince the numbers their the only mathematicians

a town of fragile egos with a view of a defected opticians 

only have eyes that glisten when they gather for righteous incisions

not to find whats right, no need, when they have arrogant intuition  

for this is a town that covers the ugly cosmeticians.

 

 

Brand old day.

 A sleep is hope to never wake

to dream adrift from the hated fate 

of what was once a prize will never equate

an old horizon, that arrived to late

for now's a new founded trait 

the exaggerated contaminates 

to destroy a hope fuelled story and a will to wait

for everything good evaporates 

as all that's left is a baited weight 

that nothings new, just pain to navigate.

An old day that just replicates.

Resigned as pure fiction.(Doubt 2)

One to and for one

seems to come undone

with seams that read fun

and stitches that run, mundane

a sweaters rest seen amidst pain

a bare body crying out to be but plain

for not much longer can it carry the insane 

of what was once is now but a stain

a mercy resigned against the strain

for what was always an untimely drain

was but hope to be ordained sane

is now a race against times reign 

to outlast the ticks and tocks ultimate fame

with no, one picture resting in frame

but now be a present to some unknown gain

or to the inevitable will, this body claims

too soon to tell a story, as none will remain.

 

Lost meaning.

 Enemy of the state 

of the common place traits

with no way to replace the hate

to create a will for them to hesitate 

to increase a will to integrate 

Instead just concern of egotistical inflation

of the minds gentle sedation 

with easy words to fool elation 

will only prolong the fakes duration

where easy games fool salvation

to the point where lonesome is revered as a righteous temptation 

and all that is, deteriorates with no suitable translation.

A day in the sun.

 Forever in a day, for it to outweigh

forever on replay with the noway 

here or there plays the game of keep away

within a morn of grey that colors me red, among the absent bouquets  

that were led astray by angers prey 

as calm prays, come what may

for who else could I lay 

(and I'm talking about the position not the mixture of DNA)

to listen to the cliches 

of love without the decay of time

just so that heaven can can keep it on display.

For this time is just an entree 

that fills the means for what lies beyond the fray

for who cares what the ignorant say

when the, prove it, rules are so easy to obey.

 

So let her smile be eternal 

beyond the shit colored journal

to recolor the sun with a hue that's thermal

and freeze our day, to never turn nocturnal.

Beyond greetings.

Found when you least expect it 

ready to make you a hypocrite 

that you never quit

whether you lie or sit it'll make you commit

common sense to outwit

but it'll always make you submit.

A common breath

that'll leave you bereft

 

say hi to death

for he never left.

 

Weighed, measured and found wanting.

 Stop thinking, keep drinking

just pass the bell like ring a ding a ling

so call for a fling, holla back the future they bring.

 

Short sight the delight

to short sight the height

the far sight of their flight 

towards shortsighted far off dogfights.

 

The good die young a mental defeat

not a physical body rested beneath feet

for how long will selfish happiness take a backseat

when social approval is measured in the meat to greet

how long will love stay rich when hearts keeps a hold of the receipts

when the streets see the repeat as a synonym for complete

and treat, trick or treat as a literal excuse to wear bed sheets.

Societal pressure tells the story of their leisure 

see x marks the spot of what is treasured

so what's your pleasure

how far will you go to see that its measured.

 

 

 

 

Karma arrives too late to help some.

"Soul mate"(saying they love them, but) came too soon while arriving late

trying to fit the sole in the glass slipper, so lube up the fragile skates

baby oil with a dose of fate to go down to the ball and fellate 

wet lips like Baby, One time, no hate

just speak in silence when bragging about jailbaits

keep away from others like their videotapes

witnesses speak in riddles while they patiently wait

so diddle around with prison mates the out and inmates

fuck it its all hate, when you celebrate the celebrity traits 

so the dick takes can dictate and deflate the upcoming death rates

how the fuck can you tread the social world that they create

cheapskate wannabes begging online while inflating the birthrate

awaiting the gold digging minors that gyrate so they can fixate 

and boohoo that the inseminates are forever attached to their nameplate.

 

Another 'legend' falls to the incarcerated back gate bullies to berate and castrate

these kiddie fucking 'higher class'mates.

  

 

 

un-Known

 Everlastingly forecasting heavy raining clouds

of roundabout ways to spiral down

under the canopy branching out, as the wind barks all around

with the impression of fearful hounds

a soaking wet body upon hallowed ground

marks a soul that's freshly drowned without a sound.

Just atmospheric noise of depressing renown.

Art imitates life. (The restoration project.)

 Carved in two

into a breathless view

of where a timed artist drew

with a lovingly lively hue

of souls entwined onto a debut

and a black border that reads deja vu

a spellbinding place that resonates through

of where picturesque hearts grew

to shade the question of what all minds knew

a framed blank canvas entitled, who?

For all to witness a masterpiece, drawn by you

perfectly sliced into two.

Fuck fame.

Come on let the beat drop on the money and hoes that follow your name

speak on slaying the pussy, bitches it's all part of the fame

then have daughters and "kill any man that treat her the same" 

flabbergast that they fall victim to the same pain 

as they claim your the one to blame

because you were too scared to change the game

Laugh at the sidelines for having a brain 

for not coming near because of the past players that came 

when it rains it pours when running a train

so train the thoughts not to fall down those drains

for the beauty of life runs in the veins

not reflections in mirrors, that have grown too vain 

If only fame had the balls to change the game

maybe the distance,dissidence, wouldn't be all that remains.

Doubt.

Towards the ever denied

of scales tipped to demise

a life judged by self and despised 

of a body lied, inwardly lied

for who else could revise 

to chastise a feather light in its size.

For what if who is, never was

with an everlasting sense of loss.

How else could I obtain 

how could one sustain

when loss of self is all to blame

how else could I regain

the dream, of absent pain.

A place to dream.

 Ain't no beauty like my one and only

let my past show, all my nights that were lonely

that there isn't eyes that feel more homely

can't no other hold me.

Fuck being wanted by the majority 

aim higher for the singular minority 

but my times twisted to a humourless parody

where murky waters tell of my clarity

though to me it shows variety 

the hate fuelled popularity

to all that orbit a different polarity 

to the cause of a hidden singularity.

Anxiety is the fire seen

fight or flight, stuck between

of heart and soul never freed

of a future that's never been

towards a face of beauty serene

so bleed these palms to wash 'em clean

to let the ink, ever dream.

Wear nowhere.

Together, never 

connection severed.

Perfection alludes 

with intrusive solitude.

Seclusive abounds

upon eternal grounds.

One, with counting done

all said and gone.

Whoops😔

Made mistakes 

unable to vacate 

a tempermate to hot to sate

came the humbling medicated weight

a deflated pride to a change of state.

The pain filled wait.

Learned legacies.

 Capture the light

reach above the giants height

stand upon their shoulders, 

take flight

try to resist heated hearts that grow colder

for past titans may get taller, though they never get older

keep moving the stale boulders

Indiana Jones

keep running your zone

through broken bones 

your never on your own, riding alone

but own your formula perfected through generations

Petrone,

fall down on those lacerations

take a sip of your mixture, your own inspiration

to make magic to show apparent levitation 

for from past elation 

came your own aspirations

for a damaged soul came from separation 

for past lifes lesson, comes own confirmation

for with goals comes frustration 

forever is it lifes relation 

adore what came before 

4, 3, 2, I became to add to the lore 

standing on the bones of the extinct dinosaurs 

so the future could take flight and soar.

Sick and more house (by the homeless)

 I'm an infant to the hate 

that's why my names plated to the trait

a hook, I put myself up for the bait

I rally to the fact I'd rather masturbate

a lone wanker though never to your high school dates 

an old man with the wink;) to the overcrowded plates

so eat up, I hope you elevate 

rather then just catching drips from genitals that over-salivate

I just wonder to who you'll delegate, which group you'll collaborate,

with, though no child please let's add that sieve

can't deal with that high pitch

anyway back to the jailbait 

your prostate playmate's 

I save you the brag, too little to menstruate 

hell with it you can keep the house I spent too much time in it

27 hours I have to amputate

like Lenny with the mouse it's dead weight

I need a change of state 

steaming ice, suck it in to solidify my sextant so I can navigate

star struck the hook, instead of losing to the hate of what I want to mutilate 

if only I had the patience to meditate

to congratulate instead of berate 

I'd probably have the will to procreate

to populate and not replicate 

but I'm never going to give up the try for that heavenly gate

so fuck 'em have the cake

just lay off those underaged inseminates.

Blessed.

Room to breath, rooms of will 

room to choose, if the wills to peruse. 

Love has purpose 

while money is left upon this surface.

All is well for knowledge of Demons felled

all is well for knowledge that only saints do dwell.

For a reason that verse comes in twos 

for only two by two can we stop, to enjoy the view.

Modern creed.

Parental legs

spread shredded eggs

teach young soft heads

to hide in each others bed

easier then stand their own

so blow their bone

or spread lie prone

for that's what the dads have shown

how the respect is grown

so act the clone or die alone

disrespect, come on just sex

for a cares too complex

so egos flex 

that if you don't accept

to be a sexy object

there's nothing to protect

there's always other prospects

but even when you do, your friends are next

for lifes story is nothing but a kinky Pokédex

to check the specs of eachothers ex.

I'm proud to be rooting for their last, breath.

Mountains strange.

Hollow pipes

gallows might

inside salvations height 

humans and unKnowns recite 

our blight or escapists light

neither is sure, but revel in delight 

within secret doors beneath climbers sights.

A technical colony

aside dishonesty

break the monopoly 

with free psychology 

as we ponder, different biology

first comes the wealthy apology 

which connects astrology with mythology 

then the fear, of our own geology.

Adjacent.

All for one, one that's all

one's too many, times withdrawn

a sharpened pencil with none to draw. 

Timeless wonder, lost in slumber

an ethereal mask, lost in numbers

awoken silence, lost amidst thunder

counted sheep, as the universal clock 

lies asunder.

Ponzi

 Steep darkness, pointed top

stoped projection, an almighty drop 

praise the powers that be

with no need for a fee

hushed tones in 48 degrees

a god given gift, natures energy

What is has already been

investigate the money and not the dream 

pay for silence, a team of greed

so work around the clock, the rich centipede.

Home is where the heart is, not a fish monger(Sycamore house)

 Just herds eating out the same young('s) manger 

in fact give me another vowel please Rachel 

so I can spell the word minger

not even worth one, two, three

O, a hole fistfull of fingers.

 

So spend the dime for the mimes

just stay the fuck away from mine.

Stop twisting my words and re-read your lack of understanding.

 Putting self for attention of strangers

including potential people danger

your brain belongs in the manger

though don't twist the words

you free as the birds

so don't follow herds

skimpy dress isn't an excuse 

for handful of their caboose 

your just a fucking moose.

When another is known

and placed upon that throne

then decide what you want to be shown

for some like nature and others prefer the silicone, 

the silly clones.

Of men and monsters.

 The riot of liars 

the innocence caught in the crossfire

as the means collude with hells desire

as the Devils renamed, The justifire.

So let loose the tongues 

for demons belong

amidst the pacifiers song

for who knows, where the strong went wrong.

Misunderstood.

 The trees, the bees

for the birds are on leave 

the swamps, the reeds

that blue oceans bleed

 

the grass, the weeds

in which fresh seeds precede

the autumn leaves 

that misread the need.

 

Me, myself and where the fuck did you go. (2)

 Struggle struggle no act of a cuddle

I is one, a wish for double

a shooting star reverberates her loving chuckle

a diamond amidst the encompassing rubble

so I pray for the eye fuelled shovel

to uncover the hope, that the message pierces through

this I will always do, even with my muzzled troubles

that over casts this mind with a muddled up puzzle

so 

fuddle up this struggle

with arms that turn I, into a couple.

There was a friend in me.

 Together until the end

a true forever friend

on which we depend

I can't defend

I can't accept the mend 

I know the creed I now offend

I'm no longer, such a friend.

Me, myself and where the fuck did you go.

 Struggle, struggle you fucking muggle

you only spell out words to act as a mental cuddle

you to yourself say bye bye as the thoughts fly by

why why do you even try, I  can no longer chuckle

through the rubble I'd rather pick up that fucking shovel

just to cover you, is my message getting through

this I can no longer do, talking to you through a prescription muzzle

we used to be double but now we're just in trouble

now the conversation has turned into a muddled up puzzle

I was your best, a proper thinking muscle

but you turned me to a fucking liquid puddle

so

Struggle struggle you fucking muggle. 

Artificial jelly.

 Balloon the attention

two plastic bags, a wireless pension

want to see more of me, all I ask is a mention

spread legs to get free, daughter do like me and fuck detention 

all we have is this, what exactly is ascension 

so what if we can't spelly they only jelly, that or they need a southern extension

something to lengthen so for me they can strengthen 

the only tension that I'm aware, is the bra straps digging in my back

peephole so you can scan the barcodes of the perverted invention.

The double D of the 2Dimensional comprehension.

End is nigh. (Part me)

Came out gasping for the air I can't grasp

walk fast, pray this don't last

but all I have is the mask, so don't ask

can't get past it, until I'm lying in my casket

my head sleeps separated, a real basket case 

the air light fight, no, I wish I could just rest in it. 

Hungry.

Made for the hunt 

a suicidal runt

a snack made for lunch

a pure animalistic cunt. 

Licky spray, licky spray

hear the lips say

I'll still be me, since I came all this way.

Fuck, shit. Number 2

Back to black like Riley Reid

like fuck the shit, yes please

double each end while singing that I believe 

spasm out of control then just freeze

reevaluate, maybe it's just me

but fuck it I can never take a leave from what I'll always be

so I'm just rhyming like one of the twats from Glee

haha, a wheelchair for me but I can always walk to take a pee

just look down and see, that I is a he, hehe

try to giggle the shit with a multisyllable identity

wo man chill, maan fuck social etiquettecy

did that shit hate that shit, but fuck, I've always had a corny sense of levity.

Shits and giggles. Number 2

Getting fatter with the absentee chatter

flushed faces ruduced to nothing more 

then biodegradable matter

running noses smelling the gore of my vore

like fuck it I'll even soak my hat in the batter

I'll swallow it raw, but keep spitting your lore 

I spread crackers you spread legs upon the floors

ruuuun it's an open door,

 stupid bitch, 

 CLOSE IT,

I'm having a shit.

Shits and giggles.

Head shatters with red rain splatters

the brains wrapper, lays scattered

a true mad hatter, amidst the grey matter

spread across crackers

a real jaw slacker makes for a nice platter

a tongue tied meat snacker

makes the crapper jibber-jabber

as I piss myself, with a now empty bladder.

The moaning dead.

Lived life with personal wants put aside

endearing eyes makes the whole life justified

just to die alone with the knowledge that lifes a lie.

A shallow grave never looked so high.

The weeds do grow but the flowers stay far and wide

a bouquet of remembrance was never mine

though the grave stays encumbered with the never mind

with the view of coloured hills and the loved ones that climb.

A shallow grave never looked so high.

This mind.

Who goes forth across this mind

with a face like haze, undefined

an illuminated body to focus the blind

who flows like time, like life redefined.

When will thou bless thy presence

for the clock chimes the flow of your essence

all the way, to near this present.

Where else do you reside 

where we're no longer confined to one of a kind

but two entwined, wilfully assigned 

beyond the scope of these ill-conceived rhymes.

For who goes forth, beyond these lines?

Rejected connections.

Frankenstein clones roam far and wide 

like their legs, in a constant stride

pine box, the in-between, unable to hide

as bodies collide cheering the trip, the ride

creating monsters with no will to confide

in another's mind 

never mind the heart as it pumps 

an artificial design.

God bless the goosebumps 

too bad, Gods benign.

Ignore the ripples of a flooded effect

just indulge the pretty faced words they erect

and get upset that a dam overflown makes a poor architect

a hazardous slip 'n' slide born from neglect

give way to suspect subjects born of retrospect

to the heartless one track intellects

with heavy hesitations to reconnect

just disaffection for the new incoherent dialect.

God bless the objectified disrespect

for we know you'll never interject.

Of an intimate nature.

Cliffsides, high tides, witnessed rockslides

up down just rock your good side, size, your good sights.

Bubbling creeks amidst the humid mists

a sanctuary for fabled legacies, your a beautiful myth

read by flowers, foliage and all life across the acreage.

Green pastures beckons a herd 

but never a true tale truly heard

so lead me to the creek, let your words be your lure, allure

to taste the story yet unsaid, I'll dig deep to earn thy yearn

to lay within the paragraphs of our ripples in water, air and blades of grass.

Drifting out to see.

Calm waters entice the horizon

to where the present resides in

a God given gift for life to confide in

wrapped in a greeting of waves rising

from pulsating seas her eyes are reviving

so, tantalizingly sterilizing.

I less.

Shudder for cover, the warmth of another

far below the canopy of ones sanity 

beasts roam with ambivalent moans, atmospheric groans,

where darkness envelops the rain like pellets 

naked relief for the symbolic grief 

as the unknown grows, to what only blindness knows.

Who am I?

Defiant to the last for the hate I teach

throw any sort of arms down and die for peace.

Fight against hell turns to conspiracy, for those trapped beneath

spit back a limbless torso, which is left snivelling at the foot of the multi-coloured fleece

with a lead left strewn and no way to reach.