I know if I don't
blow the river,
into little smithereens,
I can't be free
and its impossible
of such a dream.
I'm without now,
love of anyone.
river flows my bones
and how to comb from that,
but its a struggle
and from the rascal,
I reached the bottom....
Struggling
to emerge from that.

A photo of expressive beauty,
forever in my mind,
as you undressed,
A lady who is stirringly
tauntingly
teasing
memorizing
Statue-like
lovingly
toy­ing
brushing gorgeous hair.
I met you in an exotic bar,
and now I can only be par,
At the exotic resort,
with parked
pristine cars
I can't compete with.

When ethics gets confused with
hallow of abandoned bird nests
and the yellowing of
the cracked eggs
where Ravens picked.

Purple clothes are royalty
but it makes it all red
Above and we bow to
another human,
thinking
money
buys you.....
A right
to shoot
another
in the head.

Escape justice,
with out-of-court
settlements.

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.

There' a John locked up in this part of town
from 5 evening until 6 the next day,
Ambulances arrive for those can't come-down
those slurring or crazy as they say.
There are still whispers abound of urban legends
like how Jake fought off seven police,
before they tasered & caved his face in,
He was guilty of of all seven deadly sins.
The bar's on fire at this early night,
with young ones on awkward first dates,
The young man's swooned by her bare flesh
so gorgeously tight and feeling so fresh.
And those playing darts are many years apart,
as mutton compared to strawberry ****,
this pub has all so finely unique,
At least it keeps most **** off the streets.

Visions of a saint near
that bridge has a name.
The suicide frontier
the method's all the same.
a jump into crashing rocks
head first into oblivion.
Leave behind shoes and socks,
and aspire to be heavenly.

Waves wash away red splashes
before the blood can stain,
a church will have its masses
while many choose the rain.

A return to first opened eyes
Purgatory denounces peace to grave
to the suffering in which we wish to die,
back here all the grief & the shame.

People ask me often as to my beliefs,
I've honestly believed in everything.
Now we have this Matrix that scientists
subscribe to and its just as absurd.
Apparently advanced beings have discovered
the Atom Age before us and created us as an
experiment.
Its as silly as a big bang theory where one bang
created all of this. Evolution came perfectly due
to gasses in the sky and we may as well inhale those gasses
in if we believe in that fantasy. If evolution is correct, I believe there'll be far less perfection in mother nature and how does it explain perfection of the biology of so many animals and how did such randomn-ness of microcosms forming even know how each animal would come to be if there was no intelligence into the design? Even the evolution of microcosms forming over time can't explain the link to perfect evolution now, minus some mutations in each species.

Now I know most Muslims are moderate in in their beliefs like Christians so I won't go into the ****** little girls awaiting terrorists in heaven as most do not pay attention to that. If you are not brain-washed by the common media of Hysteria, you would know most muslim families are normal and even share our God. Yes, Jesus may have played a lesser role but he was still regarded as important.

Lets face it, the bible has its share of madness too, but those were prehistoric days and even the first bible was over-written by the second testament with far less blood-shed, ****** and focused much more on advance-ment of civilization.
People say God is/was ever knowing but I believe he was not, and has evolved like we have.
Even Gods can learn from their creations like how we learn from The Sims.
Did not God make a mistake with drowning the world and testing one of his disciples to such severe limits destroying his family and his crops that he said he would never do it again.
Did God not give us free will, that's a sin that even he may answer to one-day considering the evils that has gone on since Cain killed Abel or even before as Eve and Adam found lust by eating a juicy apple.
Was eating pork not considered a sin because of severe lack of hygiene unlike today and may I court controversy by saying perhaps homosexuality was for the same reasons, the risk of diseases unlike today. We shower ever day now and have a thing called condoms. I think back in the day child birth was a concern as God wanted to grow his disciples but our Planet now is of billions of people so I doubt God cares if you straight or Gay anymore.

People say Christianity is a joke, but I believe most of the Bible is of metaphors and stories invented for the bigger picture. Female was born from the rib of Adam? If you look more into it metaphorically, it's pretty much saying God gave man an equal or if you ask me, a  better half.......a woman and the focus would be of the heart.
*** is not just instinctual or we would be like dogs and cats who don't become locked on one such dog or cat for 10 minutes and move on.
Do dogs and cats suffer from unrequited love?
Once upon a time, scientists even said Dogs do not have emotions. Tell that to the dog happy as larry about to go walkies.
I'm a bundle of contradictions.

Do I believe in God?
I may swear, I may drink and do drugs but now to a lesser degree as my focus is on making up for the bridges I have burned and damage I have done. I will  never be like Ned Flanders but most Christians except for the radicalized or new born Christians who take the bible as literally as gospel are not.
In other words, I'l answer to God and before I die, try to answer to the things I have done.
Not because I want an escape clause as you can't escape based on fear of Heaven and Hell alone like the Italian Mafia who apologize each time they **** a child. Its because I can't live the way I have been living, anymore. Even demons can become angels or angels become demons. Look at Lucifer, he was once God's most beautiful of angels. As for demons becoming Angels, I'm still waiting on the third testament or to see if my demons can be forgiven.
I believe it depends on bridges I can rebuild and its not superficiality fake to face God, I wish to make up for my past.

I'll never be the Christian who goes to Church and speaks in ridiculous tongues. But I'll be the Christian who believes in God or maybe just believe in God and not try to be a Christian at all.
I need God to stop me from hurting others of an anarchy lifestyle that needs a one way street into an alleyway, smashing into the back wall.
Like I said, a bundle of Contradictions.

There's acorns that drop
off from a tree,
upon this tin roof.
Reminding,
years of fleetingly
the deer's gesture
graces snow onto,
the trees over-lapping
as they dip
and raise,
upon this
haunted dear
house,
moodily,
while I try
with a greet
to ghosts I met,
to hope again....

He buries a small hole in the garden,
wraps her thoughtfully in a pink blanket,
tears will flow down his skin so hardened,
the crops that failed proved no gambit,

Lowers her gently, tilts her head forward,
tries to pray but his trembling words slur,
Every day-break she was with the orchids,
Carefully clipping and hand watered.

He still has a seat for her at the dinner table,
letting go of it has been far too painful,
He keeps her room as she had last left it,
scattered drawings and her red draped jacket.

The tape whirs back,
to boys kissing girls,
smoking out the back,
of the storage shed,
Gardeners in the field
as we smoke a ******
and pop a tongue
fizzle to trip out acid
at Afternoon's lessons.

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.

"breath sways to our hips,
in frozen of the alps"

The question of the meaning
to life's biggest secrets,
logs in a winter holiday cabin,
Eyes carry more than wisdom,
they weigh me down with beauty.
The breaths are suddenly physically
seen in the air outside the warmest
and to the cold our tonight's.
You and I running in continuous
no end to our passionate flow,
the icy anxiety heard in the morning
a wish granted in the afterglow.

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.

There's no freedom to this,
A hook on wet fish,
withering around skittering
and dumped in your bucket,
I looked so hard in the Abyss
Obstacles bounded by trees,
and roaring of that engine
in a little 250 mountain scooter,
A distraction from this something....

Cold ice blocks fall from the cavern,
like icy pikes that could not strike my eye.
But there's a reason for this obsession,
or your fantasy exists for nothing at all.

All the ****** dreams can't oil my limbs,
Any injections of opiates can't cure my phobias.
All the bottles of liquor won't make me better,
All the grass of this keep, just makes me needier.

(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

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.

"Stand your mark,
that 100 meter race
gold of the winning
was the only decent
achievement
in my life,
and my parents,
didn't see it.
they were
working...
I had no
medals
but
trembling
lips
upon
the
applause"

Echoes aren't heard if the violin
is played in key with the piano,
and the guitar can keep up with it.

Hands out of with naturally
starfish hands of the dishes
dried out and are cracking

Nights I only sleep well
if I'm not boiling
but freezing,
no shines exist in hell.

My loved ones are
either buried
or smoked
and faded
and how its so far....

A mouse trembles,
if it sees our eyes.

Settled cotton and boiling
rice in the ***
smooth of a brushed
& perfect object
which every gaze
will ever be caught
in a maze
of ever-buzzing insects.

Lit of blue flames pouring
of sick gasoline
Leaves the scorched an
over-cooked chow mein.

Light up this heretic
Light me up.

The rags smell filthy
as the rats are rancid
tucking into the poison
of  bones and teeth.

Remember when,
I asked to be a heretic?

What's held tightly
like a dusty diary,
in the bloom of
cracked windows,
in the old attic
found again....
a dress in golden
of a prom night
and a song
that dares.
I'll never,
as the howling
of the wind,
is true pain.
I can't express
what I say.

Never held in freeze
of any red motions
photographs
snaps
in seconds
and the chills,
of the afternoon breeze....

lasts forever.

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.

Soldier's heat of a kettle disrupts
the temps embolised as a herd,
heart failure follows the deceit
and finger holding of God's word,
and slain is a battlefield blurring

And fine's singular seasonin'  facts
one's voice belief in wide green seas,
upon shaking salt belief of a hack
Fragility vines ****** and bleeding
Click the fingers twice for the black.

Today's divine white cloth leading
welcoming a funeral proceeding,
We wish to mourn of our loss,
while he's time abiding heeding,
Patting the backs of the children.

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.

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.

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.

The stroke of the knife movements,
slower than the lion tamer's whipping
stealth extinguishes anger-suddenly
of long waited short burst aggression
A build up of immortal pretension
uppers build like flames in this person,
a random game of Russian Roulette,
A run and hide is not my breathing.

The chilling of fractions to this ******
shedding the actions of a sneaky ocean
with its tide of keeping and killin'
as the market rockets with screaming,
Texting the wishing of the able rapping
Watching , popping and the wrecking.
Spreading the ****** feeling of freshmen
Motions of loving while we are tripping.

I over-dosed with a nose-bleed,
woke in hospital among the weeds,
barbecued and wired corpses
I keep hearing them with the voices
nights are like lightning hitting,
randomly like hail storming freaking
smashes my mind with ice blocks,
the size of jelly fish, remedies,
inject the stereo with inanities
Fishermen on acid in the docks....

A lover with a chain so anchored needs...
The worm contained with the diseases,
at the table of a first class best resort
prawns and ***** are a word for pollute
and the stables flashing of the horses
galloping when lightning comes strikin'

When I hurt, a paradise sounds cursed,
I never reached the pelican's beak
You can't understand the salvation
vs conflicts deepened temptation.

A rusted plate greets me as I wait,
the sky swoops pick me up as bait,
and the nearby ant's nest is far less
the pain as they pinch sensitive skin.

Nearby wasps sweetened by the honey
is a myth of the hard dealing of money,
and a sweet little thing experiencing hell
never dreaming of that lonely of cells.

Musicians, producers of ruination
and yes, this Artist of Hello-Poetry
At least I admit to all things grim,
I can't be forgiven with a gentle hymn,
When what existed never a nymph
and worse could have been tragic,
if all my sins came alive of magic.
Fool eyes full of deceit of a twin.

Gently now as the heartbeat rests,
and fading as the artist rests in *******
of a love of a Goddess created stature
of bone marble and eye-lust statue.

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.

Where the waterfall splashes the once here of ghosts,
I wish apart from the nightly sounds of pre-existing
Borderline of the press play of my spooked out mind,
Crawlers make it impossible to press rewind,
You're stuck on pause and the trick is not fast forward
but present-time of the straight piercing sword,
Frozen as the little nightmares wrap like a cord.

I stepped out of line,
my own ethics,
ruined the art,
in the gallery
fond of and
desecrated.
My voice is not
owned
by me,
I'm not violated
by my God,
I'm responsible
but so are you.
You knew the hawks
were in the sky
and circulating
and circling.
**** those skeletons
shut tight in closets.

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.

background chatter of white noise,
the pride of the photo in a wallet,
a gentleman's removal of a ring
for that trembling of a fling.

The clinging of the glasses,
the skin of the lasses,
Escape from kids' screaming
No *** at home with the missus.

Hotel rooms with the mistress,
fills her with promises,
that will never come to be,
Only ever rarely.....

Good-bye
to nightly
rest,
take a bite
of this pizza
that has
my toppings
and my centred
oozing cheese.
Wraps over,
all the vegies
and the bacon,
pineapple,
the biggest
part of me.
Juicy and sweet
collides
with the salty,
of the beaches
of such ladies
in bikinis.
Wrapped up
and the lust
tests our devotion
and respectability
How it pushes
against appetite
for devourment.

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.

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.

Oh, blessed are the dust settling
on these old faded magazines,
it was my life to read them,
inch my hands over the ******
on-screen final girls imprinted.
The heroine that kicked the nest...
and won the day with a swift
ball busting kick between the legs.

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.

I get out of bed,
snuggly sheets released,
my ***** feet
and my body needs a rinse.
My fortune's been told
to no passionate kisses.
The spider tinkles
upon his release
from his big bad web,
and the depressed,
rusty old step,
in front of this ironic
of historical building,
same lived in reflecting.

The sweet-ness of tight skin,
a lady with hair tied back
A Japanese samurai,
At the pace of the time,
you will do a tease,
with the lace removal
and the black dress.
The appetite
of the gentlemen
picking up sushi
upon your naked-ness.
But I leave with
a super grin,
a gin and toxic.
They can't touch,
this beauty.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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Satellites hide in the skies,
eyeing off her beautiful skin
and the feeds can never lie
her prettiness a morning cry
vines reach out each day,
walk an awkward line
when the wee,
flies all over everything,
but not in the toilet,
how haphazardly.....
Sit down after ***.

Any-thing,
on a beak,
regurgitated
the sickness
the swallow.....
A push of *******
to such a myth
of your gallows,
un-comforting
of a cells' pillow.


Pain hysteria
brings
rusty walls
comes
the leak
and flows comes
freezing
and
my enemies,
will bite
the bullet,
The stream
bubbling red frosts,
of wanted
criminals
below zero.

Callous of the brings
preys on weak
and wrecking *****
agonized
to the circus
of the blessed
that will obey,
A reaped
with a scythe,
festering
is the devil's
attraction
to your pre-
occupation
of God's work,
with a smirk.

*******.

******* for your tattoos,
earning you-tube points,
See that your victims.
have no point of view,
as money's breathless
and your self confessed
of guilt of reflection
upon your own inflictions
Never find the suicides
of those who are innocent,
Continue Vigilante.
Earn those golden views.

100,000 views tonight
and 24 hours are free
to all new subscribers.
His history of anarchy,
green felt exploitation
to his naive simplicity,
in his victims' eyes,
free would be brevity
if no abandoned lies
but you proved a *******.
What's hiding in his closet,
to be the Judge un-announced....
Such un-voted amateurism,
stimulation of his hypocrisy
Sleep soundly all the babies
& his contradictions....

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.