Some-how your life's messes
whether you did nor not dress
up in woman's clothes childishly,
or walked out stark ****
when lunch-time sued.....
Your hungry of the belly
and Pizza and the zero telly
catches when the screen goes black
and your holding of your partner
shows your affectionately handles,
of cuddling and affectionately
holding a nice slice of this shared bed

The private eyes
must have dark stares,
cannot sleep
with this
investigation,
but seriously
employed
and doing their best.
Bad apples with worms
play tragic with bruising,
skin gets yellowing
with heavy of nights
of story book alcoholism
of not fiction but truth,
Eyes wide to this predator
Solve the crime as the abuse
will keep on until early mornings.

summer cools in the water spraying
of the salt that will disappear.
The winter freezing under the covers,
don't wake me up till Mid-day.

He lights a spark in the eyes of ice-creams
before they melt upon the beaches.
He dares to be humble, risks stung a bee
or a wasp or a pest of a **** hornet.

I'm no-ones list of wishing
for anything gravely of all this.
I sank in his feet as my purity
was his conquest and victory
You won't  but hiss to any of this.
I have no faith to this wraith
and they'll keep it attached.
Always regarded an abomination

playing game gear
on a hand held
in the back
of the black
of limousine
How the roses
go from bright red,
to a horrible surprise
and the pretentious
of the listening
of the fiery drums,
never believed,
I won't accept
the concrete
without weeds,
The beat plays again
and always again.
I loved your replies
but not your hostility
I'm sorry I was obsessed
You weren't just an object
in a warmly of a chosen
of which-ever dress,
I never for
Objectification
but maybe
sub-consciously
I lost a good friend.

I've seen the worse of humanity
that made me throw up my guts
I don't.....but its sunken lifeguard boats
and I wish I didn't but I know,
you can't think of a normal being...
to even think you can bury
what others do to the vulnerable.
I've seen the worse.....
and I hate myself for it,
it will always scar my thoughts,
this is no dusty book,
but always appears.....

Never in this world
I would ever wish to stay
Dreams and not the days

A shadow concerns me,
not just a sudden ditty
of a song I was playing,
I see them all dancing
and I wish to be one of them.

My safely net is just speaking
of the comfort on the internet
Not to be a friend but poetry
& one got too close to me.
And I won't lie of the eventually
of this girl's and change in the breeze
my own, a frightful dis-comfort,
and I hurt her with hostility
when she joined up with them.

I hate myself for hurting her.