I sit upon a park bench
mentally piecing together
a utopia

You steal along silently
to sit upon my throne
of wooden slats and cement

I quickly turn and look at you
and say inwardly,
"your tree is not my tree
with squirrels that scamper about,
but a table top or a chopping block
even tooth picks lined in a row."

I bend to feed the pigeons;
a saintly feeling fills my soul,
to be abruptly taken from me,
by your sudden pounding feet;
a turbulence of wings
that nearly touch my eye

I finally begin to rest
in reverie,
a peaceful rest
of blue and white

You even steal this rest
and talk about muggers in parks

I hide my ears between my hands
to stop your thieving voice
I suddenly SHOUT at you
but you leave suddenly as you came
FOR YOU STEEL AWAY YOURSELF FROM ME
              to take from you
                               YOUR STEALING BLAME!!!

The reason there aren't so many vampyres
around these days is they don't like TV hype
and the intrusions of TV news crews. It transpires
that vampyres prefer late hours and like low light levels
because they're egregarious and don't like to be seen inebrious
in the middle of their heinous, intravenous revels.
Also, unfavorable reviews about transfusions
and the confusion caused by AIDS, at this juncture,
has definitely reduced the appeal of being seduced
by some crazed and gurgling Transylvanian
bloodsucker lusting to puncture the jugular,
or any other available vein again,
especially when you don't know if they've disinfected their fangs
or only licked them after draining their last victim.

After all, vampyres were brought up in castles
when there weren't antiseptics for gargles
and they haven't been taught prophylactic criteria
against such apocalyptic viral bacteria.
And if you've ever seen vampyres with condoms
on their teeth, you'll know what I mean.  
It's a scream. Everyone finds them hilarious. It'd be easier
to die laughing than to go down with anemia.
Also, like everyone else, vampyres hate ridicule.
No-one likes being seen as the fool.
  
And the other reason vampyres are scarce now
is that there are so many genuine muggers, hoods, crims,
druggies, financial leeches, homicidal maniacs,
psychopathic liars and genocidal tendencies to conjure up real fears
out there, that there's not much room left for quaint old-fashioned vampyres, poor dears.  

But do you know something? Even though they were naughty,
I miss their occasional ****. I know it was gory,
but those kisses, oh boy. We got into the femoral artery inside the thigh. It was *****. But when AIDs came along,
that was it.  Definitely bye-bye. Nobody wanted to die.  
These are the facts.  
So these vampyres were starving and they reverted to bats.  
Did a midnight flit,
and that's the end of my story.

rain illuminates
the pathway
by virtue of street lights
iridescent
in the vapour
past the drug dealers house
to the dark shadows
of conifers
whose outline hides
the shape of potential
muggers lying in wait
I watch through the arrow slit
of the bathroom transom window
of my fortress home
cleaning my teeth
while my ring doorbell's
paranoid cyclops eye
keeps vigil

Crime and other violent thoughts are at an all time low,
What exactly happen the evening of December

I was brushed upon,
I was sought after,
There were muggers and muggles,
And I saw my life flash

Déjà vu but still a feeling foreign,
Those eyes were distant
Weapons-- uncommon
I've seen those eyes before,

They are eyes I've longed for
My protector, those are eyes of my Prophet
My savior
guardian and princess of the Serengeti

Cling to uncertainty and name you Visual

Don’t be afraid of what you don’t know,
You are too strong to know everything
Too strong,
Can you hear me, too strong,

Do not be afraid of the crowds,
They are too small for you,
Petty muggers,
Hear. how they make noises like  starved  mosquitoes,

Do not be intimidated by knives, when
Your eyes are like gillet match 3,
Listen to your own steps cutting their own steps
Cutting. the dead. Dead. Corners. of the streets.

Your best day can be in bad times
Your worst in times of plenty
Who knew that Wall Street would go south
In the "Roaring Twenties"?

A "teacup" will bite you
You could pet a mangy cur
A house cat leaves a vicious scratch
A tiger has a purr.

An angelic blue eyed boy
Can lie and cheat and steal
A big, delicious-looking peach
Can be a bite of meal.

I'm quite sure that muggers
Have altruistic days...
And a godly man gets furious
Right after he prays!



SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/9/2016

They built us towns,
a place for cannibals and clowns,
for chuggers,muggers and tree huggers,
junkies,flunkies and we became
performing monkeys.

Along the red brick,
between the Kellogs cornflakes,
on council house estates, where dreams are
killed at birth and the milk of humankind is soured and hard to find,
the thick end,dog end,dead end day begins,
spliff smoke curls into malevolence and grins,  the
sugar brown goes down a treat as bags are sought and
bought behind the houses on dirt street.

Wake each day to find another way to waste it all
the clock invents a time and we in time will fall,have fell,
have scrambled up and found it was much better down below and
so we go back down,spliffs and brown below the scratchings
of the town above.

What I love the most is when the Mayor of this shitville hosts a party for some fat slob,who comes from down along some south coast town,who hasn't got a clue as to who we are,
and he rattles on and on until I think someone should drop a bomb on him.
Chances here are very slim
the people thin
hope is thinner still.
I wonder if and when or will it change and could it be much worse,I wonder which witch placed a curse on us and why.

When we die from overdose, being underdone and done out of any hint of fun,the sun will still shine in the sky
the estate continuing to grate upon the nerves
the monkeys still performing getting ****** upon the morning,laughing 'til there is no more,
the empty box of Kellogs by
the open door.

Intelligence, innovation smothered by their fears.
Finally condemning the molesting of children
After thousands of years.
Why is no one saying "to take that long is not okay"?
Confirming what the grounded already know is wrong.
Common sense they shouldn't have to say.
But if rubbing your junk on children 
Was accepted at the start, how can they stop it today?
His favored church abandoning it's earliest practices?
My eyes swell with tears, what would Jesus say?
Child *** muggers must keep going to heaven
What was accepted then, must still be okay.
You can't change God's ways.
But I myself have no desire to share heaven with that.
Hell no. Hell I'm on my way.
May the fires of damnation burn away their filth
Because I'd rather be gay.

The muggers,
The rapists,
The murderers,
The paedophiles,
The confidence tricksters -
Pray for them.

The weak,
The naïve,
The young,
The old,
The inadequate mixers -
Prey … for them.

Flowers bloom next to rusting Pepsi cans,
Watered by the spit of ******* dealers,
And the ***** and vaginal fluid,
Of hot lovers groping under blankets,
Under stars dimly blinking through thick smog.

Nightly haven for muggers, rapists, fiends,
Whose every breath profanes the species they,
So poorly represent, turning Plato’s,
Featherless bipeds, to dead plucked chickens,
Soul-less, pointless wastes of protoplasm.

Abomination-- not in itself but,
For the use it’s put to: a bone for dogs,
Who’ve never tasted steak, and are gleeful,
To feast upon the scraps of fetid meat,
Clinging to well-gnawed bones that they are fed.

Central Park, the bone we are to chew while,
Smiling complacently at skyscrapers,
Daily rising where wild flowers might have grown,
Our humanity proportionally,
Shrinking inversely to their daily rise.

If I seem narrow minded and unkind,
Or blind to the beauty of Central Park,
It is because I’ve stood on ****** ground,
In summer, fall, winter and early spring,
And cannot bring myself to love a *****.

Segments of my heart,
Segregation of my soul,
Deprived of love,
My past, oh so cold,

The darkness in my spirit,
Black dots and holes,
Covering the edges,
Dosed by cigarette,

Roughness and constriction,
Devastated and delirious,
Progression no more,
Poignancy affirmed,

Tackling with the challenges,
Tyranny and atrocity,
Spreads in the city,
Gold diggers and muggers on the street,

Under flyers the poor sleep,
The walking dead everywhere seen,
Beggars and thieves,
Murders scare me,

It's not just me,
Its the whole earthians,
Male or female,
You will all feel the pain, indeed.

Join us.
Walks amongst the killers.
The muggers, the criminals, the monsters.
Those with no fear,
Those with no conscience.
Walk amongst those who understand loss.
We take from the world,
Because it has taken from us.
Unfortunately, we feel pain.
And we become more rageful because of it.
We feel no love, though we crave to.
We feel no guilt.
I'm a ******, though not in the usual way.
My words force themselves through your eyelids.
Making you want to believe them,
To read more.
But that's a talent.
I use it, and I don't apologize.
-Mike

Hi I am a Buddhist
I believe in reincarnation
I believe if we really used our brains over what we learnt as a kid we will discover who we were dating back to 5-000-000
Years ago and I guarantee you will discover there was life before dinosaurs
In fact dinosaurs and people were on earth together in different parts of the world
You see I was Cronus around the times where Christians claimed the world started but
I was chased by dinosaurs and taken by muggers to the arctic circle so Christians can own this world but to me, as a Buddhist I was determined to continue to help the people of this world by supplying presents for the people of the arctic because before Athena sent a snowstorm there were people living on the arctic
And I went on trip through the island delivering gifts and yeah
I was the start of Santa Claus
And also I lived in the 100 years war as Isabella of France but I try not to tell people because to say you're someone famous like that sounds really weird but I have a story about her on hello poetry as Johnny Georgy brown
You see as a Buddhist I want to calm the minds of my fellow humans but that isn't as easy as it seems and as I get pains from different parts of my body I relax and let Athena heal me so I can feel good about myself
You see I prefer the idea of knowing that we walk on earth
Rather than go off to some enchanted land the Christians call heaven and with me being on earth makes me feel more at ease because if you think about it heaven is in a unrecognisable
Land nobody knows where it is
Earth is with us and no matter where your lives are it sounds and is more realistic than heaven but as a Buddhist I respect people on what they believe because with all the problems in the world it is hard to show you love earth but you just relax and take it easy you can like me be one of the helpers on earth
You do art and craft and writing
Help in a homeless shelter
Go to Christian centres to help people and despite me having a belief in reincarnation I still would like to help In churches
And also I believe I was Blackbeard the pirate and mate
I was a evil pirate but I use that belief as a reforming the pirate
In me, I also believe I was Henry the 8th another very evil man but I try and wash that evil out of my soul and I feel itchy on the feet and when I get itchy parts on my body I feel it is the demons of the cosmos coming after me but sometime it could be just simple things like worms or diabetes from eating too much sugar but Buddhism can control the pains you get from that by grabbing each demon by the head and swing it around your body till it starts to feel miles better, and the way you feel better is you take your medication and that could put you in touch with Athens to heal your previous life pain which is in this life as mental illness
Like if your grandfather died and entered his next life as a girl and the girl had Down syndrome and she came into your life as your girlfriend and she turned on you by saying
She ain't interested in a relationship with you and that means her niceness is the fact that her previous life was your grandfather but you keep that information doesn't get out in the open because it might have dire circumstances which if you breathe any word that your her grandson you won't get the atmosphere you want out of it
You see people who just believe in science should look at the science of being reincarnated into another body, like a happy loving life individual suddenly turning into a crying baby but through time that baby learns what really makes him happy and eventually gets his loving life back and every day their new parents take them out showing them this fantastic world and my dad wanted to stay an Australian and became the granddaughter of Jimmy Barnes and daughter of David and Lisa Campbell twin with brother Billy and dads new name is Betty and I was having kidnapping thoughts and my family never got those thoughts
So I discovered that I was kidnapped as Graeme Thorne and grant Beaumont and I have s fear of dogs which is from my life in 1946 being attacked by dogs in the Bronx and my last positive life was Albert Waldron who was a footy player from Adelaide and I love footy and Adelaide and I was a clown in the Adelaide circus as Albert
Waldron and before then I was a doctor for the Swedish army
And my name was John hawker English and I saved a few people from certain death and
Buddha gave me a house in hawker to remind me of the good I was doing in that life

He sits there reading, happy enough now in his own company
what is it he reads -ah yes – a Tale of Two Cities
a favourite, but one which evokes an old memory
of long ago when was just a young man.

Of a time when war raged across Europe like a plague
when it was in the grip of a madman bent
on seizing power everywhere and not caring how
and men like him and many of his friends went.

But then there seemed a real purpose to it
and besides, he met Françoise and loved her so
and later with many of his friends now dead
it was over so he went back home with Françoise instead.

Now she also is no more, killed by muggers who were armed
and he sits all alone, no girls, no sons
wondering why his country’s leaders
can never see the futility of all the guns.

Once more the planet rages with war
once more there will be unnecessary deaths
he finds himself wishing the impossible thought
the non-invention of guns, and it leaves him short of breath.

Sadly men would have just found another way to **** each other
– and that is the real problem. It never goes away.



©Joe Wilson – …it will never stop…2014

[To hear my reading of this poem, you can visit https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=757IZDfihJU&t=9s]

Flowers bloom next to rusting Pepsi cans,
Watered by the spit of ******* dealers,
And the ***** and vaginal fluid,
Of hot lovers groping under blankets,
Under stars faintly glowing through acrid smog.

After dark haven for muggers, rapists, other fiends,
Whose breath profanes the very species
They so poorly represent,
Degenerating Platonic men and women,
Into dead, plucked chickens.

Abomination. Horrid not in itself, but for the use it’s put to:
A bone thrown to dogs who’ve never tasted steak,
And are only too pleased to feast,
Upon the remnants of fetid meat,
Clinging to well-gnawed bones.

Central Park, the bone we are to chew,
While smiling complacently at skyscrapers,
Daily rising where flowers might have grown,
Our humanity sinking in proportion,
To the heights they reach.

If I seem narrow minded and unkind,
Or blind to the brighter side of Central Park,
It is because I’ve stood on ****** ground,
In summer, winter, fall and early spring,
And cannot bring myself to love a *****.

The Godfather
Story of a Gangster
Family ties explored
Wisdom in every word



One flew over the cuckoo's nest
Non conformist hero
Confronts a by the book nurse
Greatest acting seen on screen follows

The French Connection
Drug smuggling the foundation
Greatest car chase filmed
Best Actor Oscar deservely earned



DeathWish audience wish
Cleaning the Streets of NY
Muggers and thugs killed
Not a revenge story provex its skill

Smokey and the Bandit
In a time frame to transit
Beer from Texas Sheriff on trail
Pontiac Transam sets screen ablaze

***** Harry cop in fury
Inspired by a true story
Serial killer on the loose
Mystery Suspense Thriller together looped

Diamonds are Forever
Style and class to endure
Smuggling just a cover
Blofeld tries to seize power

Live and Let die
Drug trafficking to spy
Action scenes never outdone
Suave Cool Class and Style undone




Get Carter Gritty thriller
in search of brother
Against gangsters in Manchester
Revenge film of the first order

Bonnie and Clyde
dead bodies in the wayside
Robbing banks for fun
Classic film remains fun

The Cincinnati kid
On the poker table he'll fit
Compulsive gambler
Pushing the limit his nature

Westworld science fiction told
Set in a theme park
Robots coming to life
Inspiration for Science fiction

The Graduate
Young and old mate
Fights against fate
Great music yet to date

Brubaker prison warden
Reform his only mission
Against the establishment
Futility of his actions

Cool Hand Luke
Prison film a classic
Escape from jail
Cought in the trail

In the Heat of the Night
Redneck Sheriff and FBI agent
Racist backdrop never shown better
Join together to solve a ******

The Samurai
Ruthless killer for hire
Best in the genre
Actors lived the characters

Fear over the city
A killer with no pity
Cop got on his trail
Stunts will stun even today

Investigation of a citizen above suspicion
****** mystery to solve
Cat and mouse game played
Special film takes the viewer on a journey

Patton war hero
Complex Character deeply explored
Every scene close to reality
Slice of World War History

Sholay greatest Indian film ever made
Crooks hired to catch a dacoit
Male bonding comes beyond the screen
All genres in one s lesson in filmmaking

Enter the Dragon
Drugs and Women trafficking in an island
Action scenes never before seen
Philosophy another dimension woven in every scene

Point Blank Deserted by his wife
left for dead
Revenge on his mind
Paranoia film the best of its kind

A new fad! Greetings, papa
I'm a family man with big intentions for identifying your discipline
a carnivore with laughing gas
feast yourself into vague sentiment
we stand like we matter
proud of what we barely conceptualize
do it because it's been done before
be it because we like our relished hot dog
melt the cheese onto that rotting bagel
again and again

speak like a willow tree groaning
ugly and underdeveloped
think before you end up in soil
rot before you know what your career choice is
it's important! to...

delve into subconscious matricide
creaking doorway is no longer an option
smash through paintings of feverish ventilation systems
architecture is not your best bet
neither is lentil soup!

Cauldrons of vehement muggers
ready to profit off your predetermined mistakes
funny thing is
you didn't need to eat that baking soda
but wow
all of you did

so what is the time constraint?
Where is the fabulous conclusion?
Meeting of the mind and body and spirit?
where we all come together, how precious
a little cramped and too sweaty on my bus
better make room for stencils and chalkboards
hey, at least they can teach!

I don't much enjoy the bass
I don't find it particularly heartwarming
brings a gleaming stick into my fossil fuels
trying to dig and bury at once
worked last time with a bow and arrow, cupid
shot him right through himself
heh...