If a demon sings of harrowing,
cannot sings the Angels in fields,
birds weigh less than the tall grass,
and a sight is much more beautiful,
than we could have ever imagined
of nature's true gift of existing
and the angel's gift of receiving
of the best in our hearts
can be of swapping
of the apricot of the tarts....

Your eyes don't run away,
its got caught in motion
bus suddenly stopped
and I couldn't see less
of the fires in emotions
but lessons to me,
your vulnerability,
I looked away,
and waiting
for the bus
no fantasy
Declared,
no victory
I still
to this day,
can't
explain
how we
both froze
In this
scenario.
It freaked us
both out,
its lightning
that hurled
no thunderstorms
It creeps me out.
Weird memory.

My faith has no time & its bittersweet,
The controversial are mistreated
And my predicated
of the years heresy
of my own guilty sins.
I can't judge upon this.
I'm guilty of everything.
We are all living skeletons
in each other's closets.
My numb-ness,
I can't feel this.
I'm already dead
and the Nephalem
grows the wings
from the back of me....
I feel enraged,
I just wish,
to feel happiness.

A feeling that feels alive,
can shatter
and easily feel the dice,
rolling to the edge
of the pool table.
No point snorkeling
dice that will fly,
and not be pocketed.
If these gets repeated
and that shameful dread
and I feel better asleep
and the dreams are the same,
but contentiously
continuously
I can't even weep.

little light belittling the darkness,
I kinda need her pecking on my neck,
and avoidance of war of the roses
I imagine her sweet brown eyes
ever so gently as this lazy lay
gives not the bad but the good cries
and there's no thorns in my crown,
push me over to my front side
as you sit upon my tummy
and cheekily give me a smile
I met you in a pub down-town
and silence are the exasperation
of a locked door excitement.
I need gently demons released
upon a shore of kisses on my chest.

What if the rain
dries out
before my eyes,
missing
the constant
memories
a ghost,
a lonely
pavement
sidewalk.
We step
backwards
I wish
to be
and feel lucky
and not wasted
on Coopers
Sparkling Ale.
Push me over,
into the sewer gates,
will they finally
accept my form,
as my physical
skinniness
accept me down in
their filth and broken.

She sees him off upon the beach
him so tanned and her skin so bleached,
easily sun-burned but his umbrella
protects her gentle and graceful face.
The couple living unlike the basement
In their twenties and an arrangement
soon be wed in a white flashy dress,
energetically awaiting the other,
Insects today in awe & don't bother...
A couple in their shiny of new prime
sweet of  fruit crushing a twist of lime.

I sometimes feel like the razor sharp
of a bean tins'e edge
may one-day be my best friend,
I hate to feel like my venom,
can only be drained away
as I sleep well past Mid-day.
I hate the sight of red,
but its not instantaneously,
I lose so much as I bleed,
Its taking like a fasting,
I don't wish for pro-longed
of another sad radio song.

Silently, you gaze and cheekily,
and you pretend,
he doesn't look at you,
from gaze of his corners
and his expressed
not momentarily
but too a simple wish,
as you blush head down
so silently,
being lovingly
sparks so fly
&  notices
He wishes,
to feel your tease
and cheeks radiantly,
flushing like car fluids,
Dawn's not hung like heads
of a morning hunt
of the prancing rein-deers
being shot for just action,
for just being mammals.
What we need to respect,
is to snap out of the despite,
of the barrier we do create
and paralyzing
its better than
satisfaction,
we are better than this,
the lust of our skin
is the end of humanity,
love has a better feeling..
two souls aligned uniting.

Blurred, twisted in a pool of intoxication,
is my first face and I hate the bare controls,
I wish for no black phantom to follow me,
Its a shadow that's always in waiting......

My second face, I aspire to one day be,
its past the intense of burning trees,
and the world stirring up wasps and bees
and the inside out of the inside flip side
just leaves me vulnerable and open wide.

Just let me be free.....
I don't wish to wear
any masks
or be
what I wasn't meant
to be.
This early grave
is an optional deal
of a lack of feeling
after the reeling.
The loosening
back in waters,
I may decide
instead
to be eaten.

Relate to the late of the beloved,
and the seas bring power of oceans
roughing tides and surfboard,
is flung to right and the left,
rough when a second wave,
barely enables breathing
and the shells at the bottom
are ****** injury and course,
secret lover and beset
Riding off with ecstasy expressed
leaves you a corpse for dead.

I write to visions of flash-backs,
bats flying out of darkest caves
and into the spray of sunlight
and the beach's afternoon breeze
Allow this clarity to give me immunity,
you're as enraged as my craziness
paints your hair red as my Eagle
wings, carry us to the darkest skies.....
No tip-toing sand left imprints
on this shore that beat us relentlessly,
we fly to the purple of this endlessly.

There're shadows behind dusty bar-stools
of lips awkward with anticipation.
Bikies and beer over games of pool
Regulars shouting for their Nation.
There's the dressed up & the dressed downs,
Guzzling towards their upside-down frowns,
the hurling of abuse & waving of bottles
The energy of youth and oldies who hobbles,
There'll be good times for all I believe.