A gaze trying not to settle
runs through
all the things I know,
so far,
about you.
Fear being abrupt or early,
although,
unfurl thee.
Contains rush in awesome hush;
quiet and curled up
tries not to think on the cup,
the cusp of the cup.

My mind; as fast as the track on Brands Hatch,
on Tinder you get a fast match,
but spoil it with sick head quick **** pics,
you *****, you're patriarchy rich.

A guy awakes in the month of May,
his movement is languid, his thoughts full of fray,
he showers and dresses and then leaves his abode,
the spring sun doesn't warm him as he walks down the road.
He stands on the pavement and waits for the bus,
his fibre is calloused with collision and fuss.
He embarks on his journey with eyes facing down,
needing a break, and to get out of town.
He looks out the window as grey turns to green,
urban concrete to verdant serene.
He spies a large field and rings the bus bell to get off
hoping green grass will quell his bereavement cough.
He meanders through a meadow and parks himself under a tree
and speculates with veracity "what's happening to me?
she's gone and I miss her and i'm still alive
the answer to this tripe of mortality I do strive
why the stop, why a finite ride."
His words are peppered with anguish, seeking reason,
caught in turmoil in this springing season,
he slumps with head in hand against the bark,
no idea if it's light or dark,
or if he's she or me,
he slumps forlorn neath the tree.
Suddenly a voice is heard, soft and free,
the soft free voice of the tree.
"Hi, hope you're well and you don't mind my interject
and what follows isn't ferocious direct,
I know you're not waiting for epiphany."
said the tree.
"Or thoughts of gravity,
or eyeing me up for oars to power ships at sea,
I see you want to quell mortality.
Living isn't a simple thing I know,
leaves they leave and i'm covered in snow,
those nervous budding days that precede thundering green sat row by row
are lost  in kindle by the firework show,
burnt or brittle and toppled by go.
The tree pauses for a sec as the guy listens with a heart full of woe,
then the tree continues as the day starts to glow.
"It's transient and sad this life we have live,
some things are taken when we don't want to give,
and it hurts when we lose the things we love,
but for that there's a reason
and that reason is love.
It aches when their tangible space we can no longer share
and their dalliance as it stopped as their life was short and rare
but the loss is felt because of care
we wouldn't miss if we didn't love
every end would have the green of rub,
because love lasts for every season
in whatever weather whether or not,
so with love comes loss, i'm afraid and amazed to say,
loss comes with love i'm amazed and afraid to say,
if you're finding hard to deal or wanna express maybe say something to say,
I want to write about my leaves leaves now so at your leisure be on your way."
The guy breaths in and out slow for a couple of moments and into hence
and mulls on the tree's words as he moves  from to supple from tense,
and gets up ready
with something wanting to say
and as he bes on his way the guy opens his mouth and mouths into May...

"I'm missing you today and everyday since you went away,
Jan the 25th to precise,
I miss your kindness,
I miss your nice.
When we met in June tons of moons ago
we took our time from seed to grow,
watered with careful rush amid a loud hush,
slowly placing blocks while aware of the splendour of the finished build on the box,
germinating tender.
We grew up in each moment we spent smiling,
in every chat in every dialling.
We were kids eh, buying Kid A,
I held you in May and every other month I remember,
Laughs in December, hugs in September
the summer rush of August,
high fives in July.
We went to the cinema our close was abundant,
we had a handle on home and knew what fun meant,
going to concerts, exploring contours,
flying strong with the span of condors,
taking in breath, rising to soar,
moving together, using the force,
galloping free with the wildest horse,
we could talk in code, dabble in Morse,
our peace, our understanding a calming course.
Our strait newly furrowed no burrowing head in sand,
our relaxed eyes rest on promised land ;
It exists now, it exists right here,
the earth of Utopia burying fear,
it melds in the moment when you’re near,
I think I’ve found my lifetime career!
When you felt I was feeling depressed
you brushed off a burden and cleaned up my mess,
blocked those anxiety yelps,
knowing every little helps,
zapping away fear with your glorious medication,
here it is now, your standing ovation.
Then we didn’t see each other for ages,
as we ran through our own books on separate pages.
Then we bumped into each other and got back in touch,
not just a handshake and then a farewell wave
but shimmering convergence with all that you gave.
We got drunk and laughed as one turned into a few
knowing by now I’d go anywhere with you,
your witty jibes and blooming vernacular,
******* you’re blooming spectacular,
gulping fast, no little sips,
I loved your smile and your jiving hips.
You put the ancient in fossil,
the patience in tousle,
the strength in muscle,
the brave in bottle,
the brain in Aristotle,
the flame disparaged nozzle,
the fall in topple,
the tact in subtle,
the rain in puddle,
you stop the reign of muddle,
the pain and struggle,
the mazy puzzle,
the lazy shuffle,
the cake and truffle which I baked befuddled
after waking troubled and craving cuddles
then you came to me with heavenly huddles.
You’re the sunlight sweet sound of suggestion
And take the risk out of a game of Russian Roulette with a Smith and Wesson,
could never rue letting with you,
your moves define perfection with sublime projection.
You gently gild and made love a reality,
engaged me in present the future a fallacy.
But now you’re gone.
There are so many who loved you after you’d met
And they all miss you lots, especially your pets.
It's all the same without you on earth but different,
wise guys still get hints,
Polos are still mints,
sand castles still do best on the beach,
James still has the largest peach,
supercallifrilous
will still be expealidousis,
they'll still be osmosis,
my fake sibling will still be my faux sis.
They'll be dawn still & moonlight thrill
& silly cats on window sill, still, still.
They'll be puns on the hill & run of the mill,
they'll be hibernation curl to blossoming trill, chances missed & days to rue
& summer nights with joyful coo,
but still's not the same
without you;
because there is one less friend of cats & dogs,
this little world has one less cog.
I don’t know where you are,
you hit the end or the start?
And maybe when I end you’ll be starting my heart
and sat on my heart like a star
giving a light in the dark,
I love you Rebecca, wherever you are.”
The guy stops on the spot and mouths into May,
Rebecca my sweet, I’ve missed you today.

It's all the same but different,
wise guys still get hints,
Polos are still mints,
sand castles still do best on the beach,
James still has the largest peach,
supercallifrilous
will still be expealidousis,
they'll still be osmosis,
my fake sibling will still be my faux sis.
They'll be dawn still & moonlight thrill
& silly cats on window sill, still, still.
They'll be puns on the hill & run of the mill,
they'll be hibernation curl to blossoming trill, chances missed & days to rue
& summer nights with joyful coo,
but still's not the same
without you.
Because there is one less friend of cats & dogs,
this little world has one less cog.

You leave
but make no effort with doors,
small barriers rescind without touch,
I love you much.
A room with walls is nothing now
when maybe glides in the skies beat eyes;
everywhere usurping somewhere,
no lurks in lairs
or nestled corners;
a warmer, a light,
where all is all right.

My friend
although I know what you are
and what you have to give
I’m always surprised by your wonder,
not that you keep anything in,
your face is not made for deceit,
It rejects subterfuge
In a dazzle
of what is;
when I think thankful thoughts
I think of you
and all that you do.

When love starts
grief marks the board
and grieves
for parts inevitable.
Forced and unwelcome;
the longest
not enough.
But,
if not for love
parting is kind,
and hurried through the door,
to make is,
what was.

I'm not that keen on chocolate,
i can have or have not with sniff,
my head isn't frail it's skully,
what X Files case is this?

1 No coco nut.
2 No coke or not.
3 No coconut.

It does not seem
things move on
when girders
give way
to heavy stay.
Movement rattles
rutted hiding
from unknown contentment ,
to breath, to gusto.
And move, and move

Not known,
you will go;
born with thought
and fury of last;
past.

You never fail
to rise from fog,
diluted air parted
by what your heart is.
Learning not passed up;
you thirsty cup!
Some
time
you won't shine,
in, be, when, past
fast

It turns
and you turn,
away for a while,
as if you never were,
but
no swansong
heard.
Goodbye
is lost
in smiling strength;
no mourning warn
in morning warm.

Fading next to summer strength,
but
still
and unshy
of green,
it's just a range
gone.
No falling thoughts,
as you fall soon,
as once
in bloom.

Wings hidden well
and never spread with
surprise,
you wait till eye shut
and then run loud in cloud,
you complete,
cusping and converging,
fresh, new,
how like you.
Then descend without a hint of flight,
knowing light.

Describing clocked,
noticed
or
not,
held in seconds
forgot.
Memory unplanned,
shuffling in minuet
minutes made of you.

On every brink
of an idea
you appear,
nestling with the dive
into thought,
you infuse and wrought.
Fought for position,
to lose,
back to tumbling
without lines
underlined ; or meant clarity,
as for you.

Close to smattering
without wrong;
cease hurry,
and gallop.

It means to forget
a victory.
Binded hands wait for what ;
morning conundrum
and for the thunder
after fun's done
and mope throw!

Don't go cat,
who will eat Go Cat
and lap
a tiny bowl.
A brittle arc in spring sun,
after running's done.
Lame in lazy thoughts,
strident paws
reach for chirping,
when you were fast;
in summer grass
you leap again

Your concerns are global
with endless scope,
through sleet and sound i hear that
under a touch of your eye
we arrive
into a moment,
with hides shed
for wings ;
these things you bring.

Step upon this ground
make it more than it is.
It trembles as you tread,
happy to hold you,
as air is happy to hold you
how long you stay
or say,
now
and
today.

Once,
you were away from me
and days to count;
to strive ,
to arrive.
Once
it all changes,
as next to you
always
changes.

Your walk of safety
saves me.
Stopping things that
could grow
awfully,
near you,
i'm in awe fully.

Once forgot
what a lot
this is.
Not it is not
enough to last
but invisible and indelible,
impacts,
then pass.
No star
to reach for;
here and gone,
at once.

Your core, defensive,
then, attacking
verdantly.
A green will go
and approach bark
with the spark of rushing,
after fall.

Pristine,
every trace gone,
to start clean.
As we did.
Spaces into habitat,
safe, warm
and scared,
shared in here.
A dot on a circle
in walls the age of trees.

You say words you might not remember,
bless you,
in December
and every month
with a name,
on their lips,
your name.
You run through minutes
and moments,
i count seconds around you,
no hue
or cry
around you,
tears near, many or few,
crashing summers before our gust;
master piece, master peace.

You join you,
once,
enough,
you can never do too much.
Union, you again,
fending and mending,
crash and lark;
your sight far.

It congregates
too late
when you are in front of me
but don't start memory,
just here
and now.
Never worn
or
pristine.

Watch words,
not watching words
when with you,
possible and posable
no thing imposing or impossible ; we can fight a storm front with our warm sun.

Presents from present,
not anticipating
gifts wrapped tightly
and stowed beyond reach ;
this moment to seek.

We could wait
and do things without each other,
a while to tumble,
thumbs down, thimbleful
or fall,
if at all.
But by pause in
claws in;
retracted to be free,
please.

Thank you,
close to you
means
lessons,
no less than
a best,
beat in chest,
best at chess.
you manoeuvre me
to clearing sea.
Thank you,
you.

We can also learn from men.

You know
know longer
my every move,
how unorwellian,
it's hell again.

There is no thing
to be said
between us.
We could say i love you
but
i love you is known,
in binded tome.
Abstract metaphors seek
a form of us,
but it wasn't us,
i love you,
and us

You are passing, this is it,
the last of it.
Minutes you filled
in nights drawn in,
we're in.
You're fantastic,
near past it.

Every step of you is heavy
but
not heard ;
loud silence herd.
Imprinting delicately,
you're a delicacy.
I stop and hear only me moving ;
compelled by you.

Don't prepare
waves
to engulf
and subdue starts.
You are welcome,
like the light rain.
Be fair:
nourish with flourish
and care.

No hints needed,
your own time is our time.
Waiting without waiting,
no hoping too,
to look forward
is to see past you,
no hope needed
when I'm next to you.
I gather implorations
not hints,
my eyes say I do,
I do love you.

Saccharine mess, bless!

What relieves duress?
Surely love and happiness,
with huge peace caress!.

Mime a fake lyric true;
i'm a relic without you.

For a time you made me sparkle,
i'm the star on top,
no needles to think of.
Soon we will pack up
and drop off.
When we were we went
everywhere
without care.
Now unfair,
no lights
anywhere.

I've known you as long
as i've known someone
kind.
You made me present
when
i anticipated your presence
and presents.
You are what you were always were;
you give and leave,
like leaves.

With a clamor of disorder a raised voice heard,
pompous and **** it begins to emerge,
he starts with,
"I don't understand this obsession with television
you're numbing your brains with perfect precision,
vegging like zombies consuming mind corrosives
numbing your senses with cabbaging explosives.
You are passive and dull clapping like a seal,
have a word with yourself, IT'S NOT EVEN REAL!!
It's nonsense intended to diminish your soul
makes you pliant and supple, never breaking your mold"
He pauses and sips then gleefully splurges,
"My head would never be satisfied with the basest of urges.
I spend my free time reading or immersed in the arts,
i cleanse my essence and strengthen my heart.
I visit wonderful worlds full of joy and compassion
where people love well what's front and what's past them,
the flaws and the soars of the human condition
are painted out in strong and perfect position,
stupendous rendition.
So while you glaze your iris with images galore
and turn your mind's eye from vibrant to snore
i have beauty coming out of my pores.
But you stick with your idiot box"
he knowingly mocks,
swings down his drink
and finally stops.
There is silence for seconds but then somebody says,
"I disagree with your there in quite a few ways."
She comments,
"Although i think reading reveals amazing truth,
enriching life with strokes drawn loose,
conveying love with all that it brings,
grief and stillness and magical things.
And i concur that art is a window into the soul,
running with life and filling the holes
but telly can also tell the things that they told.
He guffaws with derision and says with pride grown fat
"pray do tell what TV show could do that."
she replies
"There's a show where a girl is given a tremendous burden,
her present hectic and future uncertain,
she stands between the world and inevitable doom
while going to school and being sent to her room,
she worries about hair and being the object of mirth
while still being scared but saving the earth.
She has people around her who are courageous and clever,
and stand by her side whatever the weather.
One would feel useless and small
but then buy the dress so you can go to the ball.
The other sent to watcher and keep his distance
but for the pull of affection there is no resistance.
Red held the fate of the world in her hands
when her world ended and crumbled like sand,
but she used all her magic and not to float a pen
but to stand back up, to love again.
Her sister was a key and her duties a lock
sometimes she began to rock
she had a day that we will all have
where something is lost and will never come back,
outside it's sunny with hoots of oddity
inside it's seconds from mommy to body,
and this happens,
unlike her it will not be gentle,
it will invade everything
and evade courtesy
and want.
But this is because of love,
and what it does.
Mast casting,
everlasting and there to see,
and in a show on TV."
She has a slight pause and then remarks
"It could be drenched in sadness and resplendent with larks,
many vampires slain and demons destroyed
moments of weakness, feelings to avoid.
She could plough the fields and never till them,
admit her mistakes...i'm sorry William.
She could be class protector
she could be surprised
she could lie with you until sun rise
she could die for the world and take out the glory
she would run from her problems but always finish the story,
she'd get you down from a tower
with words not her power,
her screams send the bad gentlemen away
because she is stronger then them, everyday,
she has kindness
and a best and a worst
can burst into song and be effulgent in verse,
told she's a a hell of a woman and the one
and returns the i love yous on the day that he's gone,
and through the screen and this TV plot
is written with love how she saved the world...alot.
You might like books
but Buffy is great
an endeavour of joy, an affront to the hate."
The man composes himself and then says without regret
"It sounds ******* brilliant, i'll get the boxset!"

Now i tried Tinder
as i tossed the caber and said timmmmberrrrr
for a while a guy of my style (ha ha!) will swipe to the left on Linda
...if your,re wondering why, her eyes bled Simba and i'm the only lion/**** King around here
but then after no connections for a bit i thought "this ap's pretty ****, why has no one hit on me? Do i look like ET?" Cancel the extra kettle.  It's judging by aesthetics and when you are bald and pathetic and want to take yourself out (mimic gun to head!) why would you put this face on a faux Take Me Out...leave the light on, cos mine's off, it's gone.
Wait a mo, a message, a flicker of flame!!!!  From Tinder!!!  I am Cinders and i'm going to the ball MOTHER *******!!!
I'm a Schizophrenic hypocrite

Aww tum, it's Autumn;
stomach seizures during
season friezes;
and a leaf pleases
and seizes.

How can i not be flowery
when potpourri
fathered me.

A winter forms
on leaves that held hot sun
and summer run,
from a start that fulfilled promise.
What was strong watches
tumbling pirouettes of regret
gather on ground and wait
for the laugh stall of last fall ;
passing preserved and went.

This is nothing,
no inclination of like,
no spike or turn,
no bridges burnt
no lessons learnt,
no yearn or thirst
or rivers' burst,
no magpies or butterflies,
no omens, signs,
no reading mime.

No building dreams with plasticine,
no schemes
or seams
to pick apart,
nothing to start.