Time is not kind
As it Marches over our soul
Seeking our beating heart
To shred apart
And seize total control
Of our weakened mind
In that second of rage blind
It reaches its goal
And sets us back at the start
Praying that we depart
And use secrets we stole
To destroy a fragile, sad,mankind...

Sing to me sister please
I hear the hunters on the breeze
I cannot fight this war alone
I need the strength you've always shown....

******* on spangles
licking the colours
off Smarties
much better for me
than drugs or
*** parties,
hmm
wait..
much better for me
than scones or
tea parties
ah
that's it
a little bit of editing
a sherbet dab
and gelatine

many ways for us to sin
and
the point is not to win
it's the taking part
that counts.

You must understand

I no longer recognize your faces

Please forgive me...

I never was a very good human

However

You may find comfort in the following confusion

You see

When I find myself in the mirror

I too am greeted by a familiar stranger

I believe all words written about him.
Yes, I believe.
In all stories written about his greatness.
I believe.

From the guidance he has shown us to follow.
I believe.

There's something to say about his worth.
Yes, the great creator of earth.
Who gave this world Christ Jesus?

As much as he regretted creating us.
Just notice the changing of his mind to guide us more.

I believe.
I believe.
I believe in him more than anything on earth.

Many has turn from him only to turn back.
And he waits(Awaits)
For their returns.

Many has denied him.
Similar to like his disciple's had done.

But if you're living in truth.
Yes, honest truth.
Deny him not, you wouldn't do.

For when you think of your blessings.
You must accept he supported you through all of them.
Deny him not, do not, do not.
Deny him.

For he been a gift of joy to all of us.

There is smoke
but no fire,
My ire burned to ash
Rash decisions
a well run dry
As I try to free my buried soul
From the control that you have taken
By the gods forsaken
To lie with the sucubi
You and I two headed
And two sided
Our time bided to ensure
All pure was perverted
And twisted like the snake
That spake in your head
In the bed where I tasted your beauty. ...

There can be no found without being lost
No final cost till we are bought
The prize sought simplistic
Animalistic in our pursuits
Of the gods for which we yearn

Before I started draining parts of me
onto this page
I couldn't see for the clearest of paths,
I would dwell,
Hide away in my own safe house
Of saturated stories.

I would scratch my head catching gravity
between my fingertips.
A color would be a rainbow in black skies
of circling crows.

The floor around me would move
dancing along,
It would lead me and my pen to paper
Like a knight's sword to stone.
I would wonder why my mind
Could paint,
My thoughts would explode
into millions of fireflies.

Sometimes I would see the most
flawless imagery
But I couldn't write it down for the awe
of being lost,
Inside my own world of untold stories,
and poetry.

When you've nothing to offer
do not disparage those who do.
Our words may speak to many,
but we can't help they don't to you.
We poets, we are trying
to approach a common truth,
to challenge death and heartbreak,
or to celebrate our youth.

Let us recognize the honesty
of those who tax their hearts,
encourage human passion,
and glorify the arts.
If these impulses puzzle you
and inspire cynicism,
please bend your ear and bite your tongue
and try again to listen.