Well that went downhill very f’ing fast…
I neither give one nor possess enough
to spare a flying kind
You’re entitled to not give one back
Or put one up your large behind…
F You, me, they, them, thems, hes and shes
F this and that, your dog and cat
horse you rode in on, and also that
for a game of marbles if you please…
So off you go, and F yourself
And while you’re there F someone else
Your mum, your dad, your neighbours kids
and do confess to what you did
For in the joy of F’s release
will you find sweet sweet f’ing peace
No thinking, just see what vomits forth!
He heads down to the water, deep swells and stormy skies
Spill and swirl across lifes pages
His dark Aphrodite, his goddess of the ages
Her passion and bliss the mirror to his lies
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She beckons, sweetest of voice cuts through the storm
And how he yearns for the sea in that hour
To sink beneath the waves, to feel loves power
As cavalcades of white wave top riders herald brightest dawn
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Zephyrus dries her, stars reflected in the ocean of her eyes
And all things fade away and into bliss theyre lifted
Tears dried, they surrender to the now and forever they’ve been gifted
And shine like brightest constellation of the skies
D is for stuff, right?
Give me the D, or is it he that surely D deserves
And surely something so profound needs more to calm the nerves
For D , you see, can be what he, or she or we desire
While we presume for our own good
this D would give what a bee should
in sweetness, sticky and sublime
I fight to keep this D of mine
And stake a claim and over time
will learn to be the he who sees the D
and thinks, perhaps it’s not for me
and O-M-G feel free to see that we can be
A he, him, she without the need forD and what might be
More words. Going to be a month of words. Wordy words…
These are the days that we remember
When thoughts like fog drift into night
Still clear, like endless summer skies
Amid confusion, doubts and lies
Without a doubt, still bold, they shine so very clear and bright
…
We are the memories they see, when at the very end
The final thoughts, the sweetest times
Unmarked by ticking time or tide
The hearts that beat where lovers hide
Kept safe in song and word and rhyme
….
Here in this place we will be seen
And felt where longing is fulfilled
By force of will if all else fails
For love abides and hopoe prevails
For hearts at closing of the day find peace in love, strong willed
And there we see who we could surely be
To be, or not
And in that lot not once to wonder what
And why and just wherefore. So stop
To breathe and in the presence of the past
Then look upon the days we thought would last
But voices once so loud not start to drop
And thoughts they turn to who, not why, nor when
We are, we were, we could have been, and then
We climb and conquer, proudly stand atop
And there we see who we could surely be
Been a while since I waffled…
I held A moment in my hands and held it to the light
And rolled it through my fingers, mix of shades of dark and light
Then, scrutinised and sanitised
And pulled and picked apart
Drained it of emotion, felt its fading, beating heart
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I found A moment in the dark and hid it from the sun
Swore to keep it safe and secret and to show it to no one
But it slipped through clutching fingers
And I lost it, gone from sight
The promise of enlightenment, neglected in the night
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I took A moment for myself and promised to take stock
To count the toll of carelessness, and return to my rock
of things I love and those I know
Which shelter from the storms
And heart and hearth burn brightly, and the fires that keep me warm
words…
At Days close he waits content
to say goodbye and drift to night
and in those moments years rolled back
warm smiles and joy and eyes shine bright
Her warm embrace and tender kiss
and babies cries and laughter sweet
when blankets laid across his knees
worn eyes do close and visions greet
First words, first steps, first dates first kiss
long days dark nights but then
he sees her face and hears her voice
and love’s restored again
And as he slips to dark and rest
a life well lived he sees
of family, love and heart and hearth
life passing like the breeze
And in that moment vivid, clear
old lips whisper and say
each day a treasure I received
farewell, on this last day
Damn, missed valentines day…
Oh won’t you let me climb inside you
Let me wear you like a skin
And to feel your heart a beating
And to touch you from within.
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What you see I want to witness
When you hear ill hear it too
When you nap ill snooze inside you
Let me be there when you poo.
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From your innards i can feel you
As I’m nestled in between
I can feel your pain quite clearly
‘Twixt your liver and your spleen
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Oh let me crawl right up inside you
Wont you let me show u love
There inside your flesh and sinew
Let me wear you like a glove
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My desire knows no limits
And my love is absolute
Here its warm and wet and safe
Inside my juicy love skin suit
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A little light haiku relief…
Proof that haiku do not always have to be serious…
The life of the clown
by day bringing joy, by night
he’s under your bed
night time toilet trip
lights out, think I saw a clown
run back to bed scared
Long hair and tight jeans
he watches her walk and lusts
bugger, it’s a bloke!
hot tea before bed
up three times throughout the night
Damn old man’s bladder!
More rambling words…
These memories, like trinkets long discarded, out of reach
And though I search elusive they remain
With faded paint, and gold hue once so bright now dim
Ensnared with such a wonderous pull now seems like pointless whim
You held it in your hand, I think, though cannot be so sure
For memories aren’t always believed
And where I saw it last slips through cold, frail grasping fingers
And names once tripped from sparkling tongue, now only in fog lingers
Instinct pricked, elusive elements of something once so sure
This certainty, now possible or maybe
I search, I know it’s to be found, so close, so very near
This trinket, bauble, well loved toy, that now seems oh so dear
AB
Deep stuff indeed
Oh won’t you let me climb inside you
Let me wear you like a skin
And to feel your heart a beating
And to touch you from within.
.
What you see I want to witness
When you hear ill hear it too
When you nap ill snooze inside you
Let me be there when you poo.
.
From your innards i can feel you
As I’m nestled in between
I can feel your pain quite clearly
‘Twixt your liver and your spleen
.
Oh let me crawl right up inside you
Wont you let me show u love
There inside your flesh and sinew
Let me wear you like a glove
.
My desire knows no limits
And my love is absolute
Here its warm and wet and safe
Inside my juicy love skin suit
.
Rambling words…
He finds her, in that place where dreams ignite
And softly calls her name, lips red from painted ladies
Sweet lies he spins, like stars they light her darkest night
Promises in love entwined and future shining bright
_
The words, so very well rehearsed, like petals on the floor
To try and lift the chains of true love once betrayed
Played out, it seems, a thousand times before
Heart aches like empty stomach’s of the poor
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This here, this now, this evermore, and blinded to his ways
He brings her to his alter of deceit
And pledges sacrifice of heart through endless days
To love, to hold, nor on another gaze
_
To lift the curse to feel once more complete
And thoughts of her he lost might drift away
A red stained dress, and veil of dark deceit
Where hearts and minds and love’s desires meet
_
And so she joins the brides parade
Where willingly the pining souls are one
Here words form bonds that aren’t unmade
And so he leads from light to endless shade
_
Nightly now they lie on sullied beds and rot
Another notch, just one more failed escape
For fate forgives where lovers scorned do not
And he finds a new love, and hers is soon forgot
AB
Been a while since I spewed such waffle forth!
Like stars that pierce the inky void
of night she sparkles as she spins
through space and time and all about
look up and watch as bright she burns
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Beyond the moons of myth and lore
He watches, blinded by the joy
And hearts entwined they find their place
Hearts lifted at the setting sun
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Forever sighs, and promise kept
And dying suns adorn her train
Of endless night, left in her wake
Their forever sighs, and calls her near
Eternal bound in endless skies
And dying suns adorn her train
Of darkest night, left in her wake
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Beyond the veil they dip and swoop
Through nebula and pinpricked paths
‘Till time no more stands in their path
To ever more’s sweetest embrace
Stick with it…get to the end.
Waiting, like a man at the gallows
I wait and wait, and watch your desperate dance
The chance to leave this place I seek
But this is not my choice, but yours
And time ticks slow as cold seeps in
My coat pulled tight ‘gainst coming night
That perfect refuge still evades
And so you lead me to the dark
On and on, beyond the vale
of day and dusk and all that’s bright
A merry dance, and I must give
My all to follow where I’m sought
I try to fight against the pull
Insisting our time has run out
And beg, please free me from this duty
As slumber calls me slowly home
Just over here, you beckon me
As helpless I can not refuse
This is my lot, my place to be
I beg my dog, please do your poos
AB
My weekly dose of drivel
Alone she stands, a beacon, calling loud into the night
And to her warm embrace she beckons, drawing in with love and light,
Her warmth and tender words, they promise rest and fretless sleep
Through crashing waves, and razor rocks they flood into her keep
Her eyes as dark as deepest seas, upon which they once sailed
Her pallid skin, her blood red lips, the cross on which impailed
They pledge their love and service for the promise of life’s rest
And at last find solace in the embrace of her breast
Until the end of days, beneath the waves, they serve the throne
Lost to the world and those they left that toil the sun, alone
And in her wake they trail as slow she gathers for her store
Until their memories have faded, and at last they are no more
AB
My weekly dose of drivel
She slips her hand, soft, into his and tender does suggest
that had she known him years ago then all would now be best
Sweet promises that seek to mend the things that cause such rot
With shallow smile he nods, and lies, for he believes her not
Like knotted roots, the tangled web of thoughts run deep and wide
And in the dark he chooses what she seeks to coldly hide
For these things make us who we are, and stoic he persists
Lives the ruin he will not give up, that blinds like winter’s mists
By request…you know who you are.
A fellow oft found at the gym
Had a penis quite small and real thin
Though he had such great bulk
In bed his wife would sulk
And declare, “is that it? Is it in?”
Something a bit different today
She slips beneath the silver spray, and into Neptune’s cold embrace
A tidy pile left in the sand, and not a thing left out of place
The rancid rot of time, well hid, laid bare where lovers hands caress
And in the waves, they tumble, she succumbs to false confess
She counts the life she lived, the lovers lost, and feels the dark
Until his siren beckons, turn away, and to his call she harks
And setting sun lights up the crashing waves like fire’s embers
She looks, forlorn, as hand in hand he leads, but she remembers
But it’s too late, their vows are said, she reigns and rules alone
In inky depths, her seaweed crown on bleached white, flesh stripped bone
The follow up from the archives…
You should read this first. I did so enjoy writing it. Below is quite the opposite and not a single word of it is true. Ok maybe the frog pasty bit but only that.
After much consideration it appears I would perhaps
like to try Koala glazed with cranberries and schnapps
and I’m now perhaps quite tempted by a plate of hamster fillet
just as long as it’s deboned and someone took good care to skin it
These days I’m rather ready for a broth made out of Turtle
I would even eat a pokemon, say Pikachu or Squirtle
and I’d not say no pasties filled with vegetables and frog
and my mouth sure starts to slaver at the thought of slow roast dog
Ooh a seventies style fondue with small chunks of cat and monkey
and a creamy sauce of gruyere cheese would be ever so funky
and then wash it down with beaver juice fresh squeezed, soda and lime
or a thick stew made with Panda bits would hit the spot each time
Then at lunch time there’d be squirrel cakes and sauces thick and tasty
and a wellington with mushrooms and a parrot wrapped in pastry
there’d be volauvents with gold fish tails and budgie infused cider
and a lion steak and hippo cheek and tender side of tiger
Oh the banquet of the carnivore holds such delicious treats
mouth watering and quite sublime with most forbidden meats
they care not now for beef or lamb or chicken, goose or pork
to the extreme their pallet’s crave such dark things on their fork.
Defiling Japanese poetry one drawing at a time.
To pass unhindered
Where once we trod so freely
Now inhibited
Defiling Japanese poetry one drawing at a time
Unbridled passion
Anticipation, cut short
Blissful moment lost
Bet youre now in the mood for a banana and a couple of satsumas
A veg obsessed gym lover, Ned
Would take melons and eggplants to bed
Stuff his ass with cumquats
Which fell out doing squats
So he juiced them and drank them instead
Defiling Japanese poetry one drawing at a time
Not sure what I was going for here. I started something, inspired by a song, then painted the bathroom so lost my train of thought…
In the dark stripped bare and cold
Drowning in things handed down
These rags, the curses, bloodied lips
Sins of the father, chains that bind
And shadows in the doorway watch.
Each blow, each bruise and words that cut
far deeper into sun bleached bone
than sharpened blade could ever do.
Dark lullaby and icy kiss goodnight
The hooded shame chokes, burns and blinds
But from outside wide smiles deceive
And shackled, shuffle silent by
Blah blah blah…Limerick tomorrow I promise…
Your name is always on my lips, the fairest treat
The furnace heat, life’s love, stars intersection
We walk the chapel built of breathless whispers
Spend summer days in golden fields, love’s raw reflection, soft flesh yields
Rush headlong to oblivion, with not a care and no retreat.
And orchards ripe and bursting full, we lay beneath their shade
This promise made, devoured like sweetest fruits, head on my chest
Full moon nights, desires willed, of yearning filled
Are all I need, surrendering to secrets spilled
And winter’s icy fingers wrapped tight around my heart do fade
And now amongst the living do I find a way each day
The path to stay and memories once so lost I cling to dearly
Love’s winding path home leads so very clearly
To the door, and like before, you wait
I close the gate and know that I am home at last,
Afterwards 