Her fingers brush her hair in front of your disclosure,
Immeasurably not to cause you any misery,
Lowering inhibitions to bring you flavor,
Not restrained attempts to bring you skin liquor,
A snail's head bobs up as its with less terror
and a tail-gate of passion ends flirtatiously.

A water's tap pours out or less with pressure
And no doubt a measure is the treasure.
A joker is the one who clings to leather,
A jacket of the one captivates to fever.
The hunger wild to salt & the sugar
The player's set himself up to as the hustler

If truth or dare never answered in postcards
her sincere flair wouldn't be wrapped in scarves,
If commodiously of two parties sharing,
into the night, steaks wouldn't be raring
to be a taste of other blissful strangers.

tail-gates...

The wooden boards
of this old harbour
reeks of blood
stains,
seeping through
the gaps.
Splashing
into
a crystal
but yet
blurred mirror.
Who we were,
before the jump
now forgotten,
Drowning
into red seas.

Tears flow when cornered
and as the rat is trapped,
cords swollen into her wrists
as my mother died to rest.
Fallen is their humble red-list
Mark me as the number one
suspect when it comes to fun,
but sick is the trolling
and I do admit this,
I'm doing away with crazy.
Not every-one gets me,
or anarchy of a lunatic.
I'm trying not be be anymore,
deep well of introspection
I need to get better, feel well
before next axed log has fell.

How do I
make peace
with my enemies
when their desire
is to take the pieces
out of me?

I need the summer,
as the winter's
subscribed
Agony of my liver,
with the sheets
open as my shivers
leave me trembling.

I know you've been accosted,
before we were acquainted
What's commanded
and in return gets defeated,
and a melody's lost in the beat.,

Are the fortunately beautiful,
are a favorite obligated,
In the breeze, rusty corrugated
I never negotiated prettiness,
in a ceiling of surrogates
colors to the cornices.

And in fighting,
the white of oil painting,
gets lost to yellowing
no windows glaring,
Only in summer heat,
The food between your teeth,
annoys others,
but never me....
or the corner of your grin......

All the laughter in the lands
affects me like an absentee note,
a burial of the finest quicksand
I never existed & locked is the bolt,
Your letter implies finality
as my days lost my morality,
to the drinking and the drugs
it's time to wrap this in a rug.

Answers will go un-answered
as the gripping will release,
and my eyes that's been blurred
as my body floats the stream.

Lines that never add up to scars,
its a pity that the way the dither
seems to randomize the beats,
nothing escapes better than blood.

A cheer-leader waves
her pom-poms in your face.
Nothing energizes a battery
better than energetic youth
And cute of a face and
especially of mixed races
and the finger over skin,
My father at 100 meter run,
was absent despite the applause
and the pies are hot in the oven,
but I'm now too tired to eat......

Please
don't cry
and die.
please,
no.....
don't
die
on
me.
I
hate
it
when
my wings
so black,
no
comfort
here.
Heavy
rain
and
the pelting
storms
smashing
upon
my
face,
its
a bleeding
dance
upon
the sewers
that
I don't
embrace.
Its
revenge
not
on me
personally.
But
I
understand
it.
i hate
our scarring
in this
miserable
place.

I kept the burning letters and the removal of x-mas trees
of my throat swallowing my child-hood naivety,
There's cars smashing where the violation exists,
the hand held to a throat trying to breathe.
Graffiti anarchy with my intoxication of eyes.
Best friends break apart unfriendly marbles
wake up dragging mats upon the carpets.
I wish I could forget and dumb my brain,
but it only drives home more the perspective,
rain drenched and wearing my favourite collar
Nothing is better hope than a dog with a bone.
I wish I could wiggly wag like my dead-on pet,
but when has the warmth of the sun's been set
single spark apart from all of my child-hood days.
I wish I could wake up and smell your essence.
To be honest, I wish to die and not bake in this flesh,
Attraction can be blinded in interpretation
Opening up as ocean whipped afflictions.
And gentle are the starfish at bottom of oceans
and bitter comes warmth sting-rays of the surface,
Earliest and the best of  sands upon the lands
crashing as uncle pulled coins from my ears.
I'll be as blinded to misery and focus on God,
Reappraisal and not loving bag of tricks,
There's no such thing as wisdom with the lambs,
and ever higher does this wall slabs bricks,
Ever loyal are loved sweet adorable dogs,
licks our faces and jumps up so quick.

black umbrella,
full of holes,
drench my soul,
give me another,
to fly to the stars,
like Mary Poppins,
i like sesame seeds
freckles on her skin,
I''m right here,
my gentle dear
and you're so.... afar.

Your beauty may sway in
a flowerbed of innocence,
why do I wish to destroy it,
Can we justify,
the corruption
the floating of leaves,
sparkling of green,
with red of autumn,
and lose the hymns?

I can't pretend
to be clean,
if loneliness
of pink petals
can't
justify
the evil-ness.
of a shape,
moves
logically,
to
exit left
of poison,
darkness
bleeding.

I hate the way,
I love.....
the way....
before
these days.

The surface of un-charcoaled moons
street dogs drugged in daily stews
lays down for a carving intoxication
Bones lift in a wind & haphazardly
press play...so I can slow it down
try & understand softening of clay...

Stodgily in the dirt and Cravens
of such pretentious-ness of pretending
of self worth of such clapping praise,
the parasites lap up the demonized,
joint edges of a bathroom mirror
a record presciently will stop playing
It herds until the final of warnings,
Almost discretely with the attempts,
Can't breathe like you are breathing....

I'm in need of more than bleeding,
I need so much back-yard weeding,
I can only survive my mentality
if one day I can be forgiven
unlike a witch of heathen
past the ocean poisoning
of the vile repressed toxicity.
Yes, I do confess my sins,
Sails past a boat to Bethlehem.

red lights bleed fluorescent
of the get-up and go of green.
orange, reminds me of hazards,
where I slowed to a statue.
and the cast is meant for healing,
no, its the breaks to stationary.
your heart race is beating
and you do nothing but freeze.
waiting for lights to turn appease.

A rapid succession to mobility,
limbs dragging ourselves
to the minutiae of this moment,
heaving and desperately
black aim to save myself
needing hydration
of the blazing fluids,
water shooting up
sprinklers are a cup,
Distention of the cancer,
in contrast to the dancers,
fluidly moves,
the shower show
are their waterfalls.

baby has fire seething from her eyes,
gently green sweet with a look of vengeance,
She may be a temptress,
but not to be exploited.
A woman walks home alone,
like a Goddess in a picture frame
a vampire of seduction
in the 3 inches of our minds.
She hear the steps approaching
and her fangs quickly appear
stretching out of her mouth
No longer so innocent like youth.
This is the beginning of your end
as the path ahead now her's to bend.

Crazy *** best friend  I knew,
charisma not easily ignored.
You once said and you proved,
that this life that's never devoted,
Angels indulged on your heresy
your twisted mind of controversy.
But there's teenage rebellion
of a moment of bells returning
and thinking you were heard.
You used anyone flawed dreaming
of live roses growing as you're talking.
Your eyes wide open to the exploitation,
And I bore witness to the un-able to sleep....
I'm not the ******-path of my best friend,
You made a name for yourself as I slept,
before a boom of  targeted police station.

You could never go
if you don't go
in blind.
You could never belong
in the woods
of darkness.
Soft tulips
never lose
their statue like grace.
I could never be the rose
as my thorns,
will pierce gentle of petals.

What is soft, is innocence stolen,
down by the park,
a beast has now woken.

Dreams shatter like twigs
****** intentions,
Anxiety replaces
A child's confidence.

A hungry wolf
A candle wish,
now ever blown out,
Torment has spoken.

Its in the eyes like crystal brown
shielding of bewilderment,
near light flickering like smiles
hesitantly like the Ravens,
unsure of whether to brave a nest
of an Eagle's with confident piercing.
Try to take this mother's egg,
and she will mess you up instead.

I wish, the flocking
of the sheep,
gave way to marine
of the green.
She splashes
a mermaid
salty tail
interesting me
as blue skies fade
to storms and wails
and flick of fleece,
Off goes her t-shirt
Her naked-ness
intrigues the sea
and glee of the flirt...
teasing beneath,
void to lightning.

I feel astray from their whispers now,
I don't feel the glaring eyes of the scarecrows,
Living in darkness awakens to a blue lovely day
I haven't left this house for an eternity
All I had to do was follow the bird hymns.

No longer memorized by haunted faces
Meeting people on walks of different races,
Pebbles finally hop to the other side of lakes
and the small visions in the tiny splashes
once the mirror of the shadows I caste

Abandoned to little time I must make haste,
I feel the warmth now I've gone to waste.
In time there'll be no creeping twin reaper
I'll meet another in twilight of trippers
a shiny silver marble that'll prove a keeper.

I'l play for keeps or friendlies.....
I'll be the kiss that doesn't pushes you back.
and you'll be the kiss that'll be the tease,
magical shiny marbles of those pupils
that gaze as I recreate you out of marble.....

A riddle to the feather of the feet,
below the dying of no winter wheat,
What love you experience today,
is in contrast to one suffering
A green leaf slips the brown lips,
of the intoxicated as she sleeps
Colors change as the concrete
ages from white to the grey,
Mock as a youngster's fleeting
movements to bones aging
cracks are the skin's scarring
and the flies in the jar dying
as you reminisce everything.

Intro...

Cold is the grisly death I feel in the air,
could cut with a blade this atmosphere,
days come and go like faulty dominoes
haven't been lined up properly.
If I die today, I'll die welcoming.....
Karma's never paid with my breaths
or an after-flow of a future dreamin'.
I've been so alone and I stop feeling
As a child I was always so sensitive...
This will be the story of my ending
when happiness dies, trembling
Voices are always hesitating
to confront me from my past,
tearing only into my ship's mast.

The mirrors line up
around my tossing
and turning
and regrets.
I'll finally sleep
as I finally dream
of the chained
dog with a knife
through its spine
left for dead,
wake up in minutes,
hollering & sweating,
Its been for weeks.
My punishment...

The ultimatum
of fields of
a brushing
of manes
she dotted on.
She's brushing
the comforting
of a horse's peace
random grunting
is so pleasing
and there's
no hidden
of anyone cruel here.
Its easy to forget
the innocence
as we're conditioned
to hurt the hearts of fear...
soldiers,
past by the bridge
underneath the children.

It came from the fireplace,
emerged past the races
that lit all of humanity
and the traces,
I never
known
but seen
it.

Eyes, green, brown
and blue
and yet,
the justifiably gets wrapped
up in vices of dreams.

If colors of eyes
It was our skin.
And it is,
belated,
No eyes as green
hypnotically
as the seas are like to dream.
And blue eyes like a stream,
unpolluted like a feat
and brown eyes are amazing
considering the woods are so.

All our eyes are related
and the skin's
within.

When I am weak,
and I fall asleep
I fall within,
the mirror
and she's
not out of fear,
strokes my hair
un-consciousnessly,
a burial in the sunlight,
not a dare to risking
A vampire rising,
and I care for them,
here is a finality
the last day I weep.

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.

Who really made the atom
was it Adam and Eve's apple?
Jesus being spat on and ridiculed,
and most still have no humanity......
the drying corpses of fields of wheat,
and the burden of being declared ****,
psychopaths with " Get with it"!
**** their programming,
I live by no such thing,
slowly gone is this anarchist,
I won't burn as your witch,
I've lived as a forever ******
I'll watch you gruel instead
for all your perverted sins,
Mine are slowly burnin'
several demons within.
None will get off easily,
by pretenders,
passing judgement,
or trespassers
thinking they've made me.

I'll be the vision
as you lay,
your obsession
each day.

Lord, my cups are drink to be filled,
A chaotic mind of whirlwind speed,
Unlike the dust on the window sills
and abandoned of watering seeds

My mind is catharsis
anxious of the righteous
a corpse of the countless
charges as to the harmless,
bottles smash the carcass
the mattress of the heartless,
the lifeless aren't the senseless
The clueless are the neck lasses
viciously attacks the precious-ness
on the basis of being a novice,
A witness may leave in sickness
harnesses catch the consequences,
homeless are a pencil's sharpness,
blunt comes government's mindless.

I'm feeling estranged from the vampires
******* down and shame down on me,
hail-stones upon toxicity not a stranger
They accuse me like the worse monster
Thin are my veins as they aren't pumping,
The nurse yesterday couldn't take blood,
as with the scrapes came with so much mud.

Muck on a spoon in a ******'s zombie lair,
Once a promising star of pride of the family
and now he's Od-ing and shook of his flair,
like the cutting of hair of the Belgium
****** who survived the worse horrors,
when it came to instincts & world war 2.

I once felt alive until systemically did I died.

My father,
told me,
he loves me so much,
this was in days
generally,
I was the pride,
and now the dead
beating.
I'm the rat poisoning
the diseased,
disenchanted
and he won't
look me in the eyes.

Let me ask you father,
the acrimoniously
of your now numb
preemptively
but with no
authority,
You gave in,
a baby
once held
to your skin.

Crispy biscuits,
given by
loving mothers.
A bainitic
so cruelly
upon the teeth.
Reminiscing
Sensibly
to green clouds
after the fact,
A peristerite
still agonizes
The alternative,
is no spoiling
without a hook,
of a derivative.
Once a little fish,
There's no pretension,
when the crumble
has the honesty
of precision
to love not abated.

Warning - Triggering themes, scroll down to see the poem, 15 plus advised in AUS or 18 plus in USA and not easily sensitive.
self inflicted wounds, suicide themes.

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Mother,  I stopped my attempts
banging my head,
against in the sink
in the laundry,
its built for anything.
You cradled me,
after my last attempt,
I don't wish to live......

No red flows ever glows,
and dark is all I'll ever see
No ***** Wonka flows
to a land I wished between
I scream silently as I holler.

Heaven's as dark as the blackest angels,
I wish upon my dead feet swollen sandals,
Bloom is the whole of the glass of empty
Shard sharp soles and I wish to end this.

These eyes were fished of dreams,
as a toddler near a lake we squealed,
tadpoles in a little net catch,
but it was always a bad batch.
Caught a baby reindeer in a beam,
Like a Disney scene familiarized with,
It took years until I realized it was me,
and the car incident's blood dripping
I was reborn of green demon heresy.

(RGH)

The startled of frozen,
like a soul's been tasered
a bridge apart to flee,
No wild to be comforted
in homeless of the sheltered,
Mumbling back streets,
of fallacy of the demons.
Anger of a sign "no exit."
Trying but each day's wasted
in my father's shameful eyes,
I have nothing left to say,
flicking pebbles before it rains,
haphazard movement of trains,
I just wish to jump in front of in.


(Jay Jelly)

Swinging from
My pendulum
Pressure cooker
Held my breath
It almost buried me
Wiping sweat
From my brow
Deceived by the notions
The lacking of understanding
What’s two feet in front of me
Miscellaneous calculations
Backfired

(RGH)

The start of misery,
a child's woken ears
to hairy situation
of startled fears.
I'll barely consciously
swipe & to weep
in ****** of history.

I whispered my secrets
to darkness of demons,
became my possession
and my repressions
Anger was silence,
and peace was a fleet,
bobbing up in the bay,
and I vision it to this day.

(Jay Jelly)

Bottoms up
Even the chaos
Can speak
A striking
Resemblance shows face
Quieter clusters similar
Cut the
Umbilical cord
Like an umbrella
Drowned out at sea
Music box
Priceless inheritance
Yet the gold is rusting
Reprinting making anew
The fraudulent tones
Fading harmony
Fallen star
Not far behind
The distance between
You can’t fathom
Losing my reality
Swinging from
My pendulum
Pressure cooker
I held my breath to long
It almost buried me
Wiping sweat
From my brow
Deceived by the notions
The lacking of understanding
What’s two feet in front of me
Miscellaneous acquaintances
Mis calculations
Add up
Backfired in a positive light
Patiently awaiting a revival

I came again and again,
sat in the corner,
drinking bundaberg ***
as you floated
like life given to spirits
on the dance-floor,
spinning discs of disco,
moves like an emerging
temptress and a saint
emerging into the one,
leaves a trail blazing wraith,
ghostly I  imagine your warmth...
A sun,
A bird,
A morning
pray,
A woman
Something
A feeling
Breakdown,
Nothing's said
but imagined.
Anchored.

Keep on talking in tidal craves,
and the love is washed over
pockets of beauty in air-waves,
the bitter taste of the clovers......
This sea-shell crab behaves,
before the waves smash this tower.
Not naive until the near-by caves
seek the "no run" from the showers.

A community builds its walls,
confidence grows so tall,
comments from random poets
only make us more human.
Lets handle the in-fighting
and out-grow the toxicity,
we have our own laws.

When Anarchy is left to reign,
that's when I'll resign.
Encourage the rowing canoes
left to their own devices.
Diversity is beauty realized
and skills to entertain
encourage soaking in the rain,
splashing out ink tremor pain.

I hate the white noise that collides with noises
The main road delivers death metal in my ears,
when its peak hour at 7 in the morning.
The bathroom fan's wearing motor's a piano wizard,
The tv blaring 30 meters away is distorted pop,
and sleepiness brain are her choiciest of lines.

My felony are my feelings,
the paintings of my grievance,
an essence of my influence,
A convenience of our differences
the surroundings of our being
the confidence of the blessings,
The conscious of allegiance.....

I hate to be
the over-estimate,
the under-estimate,
Roaring of seas
A calm of swells so wide
Before the scorn of sides.

When dreams holler
and they get colder,
lost warmth to saliva
teasing hormone ears.

Eggs break
and always crack
a rusty old rake
reminds me of father.

I feel I've lost myself
like underneath
that sitting sofa,
buried in grime.

Can I still emphasize
anger truly in respect
a reminiscence
soda pops clicks
I'm or he is dying...

There's some old sayings,
but none wish nod complicity
what's a sweet to bleed
non in an orderly fashion.

Wheat now death defines
a sharpening grid refines,
no truth ever rewinds
if  militia carries blind-folds,
shot is silver upon the gold.....

No one can give a reason
this stupid shame of piece,
restless is right of  price,
hope more
if blessed
a mystery
a blunted saw
cooking raw,
potted drains
as it rains
dull less of rice,
torments the mice.

Echoes a once and a sister,
lest of the silver paper clips,
up-held comes the well,
shiny stormy of bells.,
tummy rub feeling not well,
sweet well poison be expired
gravitates her pink flashy tones,
narrowing of such golden cones.

I don't know but I realized,
I'm caught up in
my brain
still adolescent,
I'm magnetized,
blinded.....

eyes open freely
perfect of beauty
and cars,
that have no scars.

My voice is not your God,
its of thundering
that the lightning
never strike once,
let alone twice.

Your hair erotically
wet from the hail-storms
and I believably,
but refuse to be the worms,
that crawl in your skin,
I would hate to be the harm...

hot roof, scatters the kittens
as a poet's words are written,
candles of both the co-existence
as the scarred demon's trying
to break through to the heavens.

I cannot hurt any-more,
the bashing,
and the teeth
that
no...

There's no paradise.

I get sickened
of the type
of I can't
get
the
flick
of the salvation
lift my anchor......

No,
there is no,
flick of

Let it be,
memories

I won't
look behind
that door.

Let it go....
I'm harmless
of
a concision
No,
a true clown
Enduring


I already have.

I'll never until,
this place is
another
haunting
to my corpse.

I can't give to
what I received.
You can't begin,
to see ....

There's a blood-rushed
to the doll marked places

I saw the spirits
floating,
as a child,
this home is haunted.

But they accepted me,
as one of them.

A ghost's phantom hammer
hits the old wooden boards,
a twisted grin's Chancellor
and the jury sounds an applause.

My star faded once the crystal,
once blown was the silent whistle
crucial is my own grave's shoveling,
and no doves are this day wailing.

They dangle and in this jungle,
sweaty from dawn as they haggle,
they are willing to exploit,
to keep their bellies full,
It may sound sickening,
But this is Indonesia,
And This is Thailand.
Worse is Cambodia...
of broken little hands......

Have you ever seen,
a blind child holding a sign,
with both of his eyes,
blinded
but his voice sings a tune....
His vision
lost
with
forced destroying
cigarette?

And the flies covered in filth
of who was once a man,
Step over to the paradise
of a hotel in the middle of Bali.....

I don't cooperate to narrow
vision of your sub's periscope,
Judging is hypocritical removal,
and a spring **** whisper clean,
of your silky of smiley 50s closet.

Don't worry, I will  answer to the lord,
but until then, I will press forward,
Judge but understand I am trying
to keep in control my demons,
With God, I have one misconception?
the free will granted to humanity
that has created much evil and madness.

Please don't make it impossible,
its hard enough to keep believing,
as the world blackens sausages
barbecuing ash replaces hits
My eyes are focused on the holy,
fantasies can't lead to foly.
Too much, I'll always understand it.

Crow bars vs candy bars,
steel vs the moving of wheels
Frightened eyes vs confidence
weeds vs the burial of seeds,
heroes vs those of us zeroes
Loved vs the building above,
Trepidation before the fall,
the deeper is just the surface,
Those with no more black ink,
Only ones to understand this,
The coal can't move those glued.