It’s just made up okay, for shits and giggles. Honest. Plus I get to use the dildo bike gif again.
Once a cyclist of note, name of Mike
Big old smile as he peddled his bike
Look of bliss on his face
For the seat he’d replaced
With a dildo, he really did like!
words. mostly…
I remember it quite clearly
Pale sun painting frosted fields
And you at peace, to sadness yields
So many, loved so dearly
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Butterscotch sweets in kilner jars
Full house, late nights, your Sunday roast
Full ashtrays I recall the most
What was, now framed like painted flowers
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And years go by, the memories stronger
Each twisted branch still skyward growing
The things you handed down not knowing
That they would linger, loving, longer
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And so the sequels spring to life
A library of stories new
And every one because of you
Mother, grandma, sister, wife
words. mostly…
When silver threads creak with first frost
And summer thought in mists are lost
I wonder if you’ll count the cost
Or blindly hide from reason
When nights bleed into shortened days
And stars no longer light your way
So willingly you choose to stray
and blindly protest treason
No one to watch, no one to keep
Your candle burning while you sleep
And memories sink into the deep
Lost in the cold, dark freezing
Your stories ink washed from the page
And meekly without pain or rage
The curtain falls on empty stage
At closing of your season
Dirty. But if you read it out loud in a posh english voice it could almost be poetic I guess…
What once were endless summer days, and tender nights not counted
Sweetest whispers, love unbridled, days drift by embraced
And 69 more ways your soft pink flesh was nightly mounted
And your skin glowed with the blush of love’s seed spilled upon your face
The heart quickened, loins wet, thickened, hair pulled, lost souls intertwined
Gimp mask, red room, 12 inch pseudo love meat, I am yours and you are mine.
So spent, we lay in sheets soiled with the remnants of our love
we fit like trains into a tunnel, like large hand into small glove
And when no lube can dampen, when blue pills can not revive
Will we shuffle from this mortal coil, our passions still alive
Somewhere far beyond these night time stars that we once watched together,
Shall our memories drift slowly into inky black forever
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Oh come on, it’s saturday, why not do something a little different.
The first 2 lines and the last two are kind of sweet I think.
Happy weekend you cheeky monkeys!
All a bit rhymey but meh, it’ll do
He watches from his window, rain like tears runs down it’s face
Petals fall as summer fades, once golden face now stark and bare
To this cold earth, beneath the sun, they seep into the earth
Beauty lost, like memories, life’s end to once bright birth
From green to gold and amber his life turns with passing seasons
All alone, he waits for something lost, his mind forgets the reasons
Of what was and is no more, faces blur as time slips by
And in a blink like flowers turn to dust, and skies do cry
They mourn for him, the things he once held dear, like him are lost
Like petals, cold, beneath the earth, embraced by winter’s frost
He slips away and fades from thought like breath in winter’s air
When flowers bloom once more nobody knows he is not there.
A kinda poem thingy but not about anything wholly inappropriate
I made for you a garden
From the stars I stole from cloudless skies
And deep within earth’s warm embrace
Sprung forth as tears streamed down your face
And quiet you sat in this place
And waited patiently
Each passing day under the skies
With hope, new shoots turned into bloom
And brightly shine when sunset falls
Until the light like beacon calls
These shards of nightfall, heart enthrals
From shadows setting free
And with the seasons turning, living
Pass full circle, gold to green
Hearts warmed by light unwavering
And beauty bright, sweet savouring
Sweet tears of heaven favouring
Forever comforts thee
Think this could have been better but I need to get the eldest out of bed and go to the tip…Happy Monday!
I tore the pages from the book
that holds the story of our lives
of darker times that might have been
and in their place I wrote these words
my promises to you.
Not to forget each day to live
and love and laugh and treasures mine
to hold most dear and know their worth
and thanks with grateful heart I give
all that I have to you.
When sunset paints with flames of red
the words we wrote on pristine page
We loved though time will pass us by
as stories gather dust upon
life’s shelf where now we lay.
Words and more words and more words still…
Silver wisps of memories
The things that once so brightly shone
Now gone but one alone remains
Which fight the pull of time, refrains
From slipping through soft fingers
Clasped in prayer, in silence lingers
On that vision of her beauty, sweet
Her countenance so kind and meek
And one last time her forehead kisses
Always misses all they were and sunset burns
Like furnace flames
He smiles
And says goodbye
Words and more words and more words still…
Time steals the sweetest memories
Those moments where we wished that she’d
Halt in her tracks and carve emotions into stone
Forever monuments to love
Where, in later days we’d celebrate
That which was and now still is
But cruel she marches unrelenting
And halo slips, becomes a noose around the neck
As envy’s eye looks greedily on summers long ago
These barren lands, unfertile soil where only sadness grow
And dreams they whither on the vine as winter steals
The very breath that spoke you name
These lips once red now bare the pale of death’s caress
Eyes closed I fall to his embrace
and beg he take these memories
And cast them into the abyss
Words and more words and more words still…
Memories in monochrome, sweet youth now seems so far away
and slowly memories ebb and flow, sandcastles crumbling in the tide
And walls fall down she cannot hide
Heart’s windows closed, doors locked, inside
She waits, so frail, her mind to long lost days does stray
Remembering, those rainbow days
Grey swept away, bright lights so shine
And lovers limbs do sweet entwine
Once more taste embrace divine
And hand in hand he finds her there in summer’s perfumed haze.
And so he leads her, barefoot, laughing, youth restored
Down paths familiar painted through the years
In love and joy, devoid of fears
And through the door, there no more tears
At last she rests, home, much loved and adored
Waffly words and other peoples emotions
Were flesh as hard and cold as stone
Like grey church steps, worn smooth with time ,
Then surely we could love
And unconstrained here, fearless fall.
To give all without asking back
To take more than can be consumed
And wild and wanton, without care
Crash headlong to sweet simple bliss.
But flesh is weak, such tender hearts
Do feel the thorns of reddest rose
And lovers past steal joy and hope
There leaving cuts that tell such tales
So take this love, this life, this self
And gentle be its guardian
For scars I bare, and freely take
This is your heart to freely break
Waffly seasonal metaphorical blah blah blah
Those glimpses, stolen moments, few
Sweet solice sweeps dark clean away
And brave she stands, heart lost at sea
And on his beach, finds refuge, free.
There grows, and roots reach deep and down
And summer brings that golden crown
Face to the sun, soft wind through boughs
Gives shelter, shade and sweet respite
And guard does drop, at night his light
Does fade and wane and in her shadow
Bitter sits on traitors lips
As seasons change and love does fade
With light grown pale and tender touch
now lost, too much her beauty spread
and cold winds strip, leaves line her bed
where love once blossomed
now lies dead.
Dedicted to the couple having a row outside our hotel rooom because he lost the key and the kid needs a poo. Seriously, just break up now. You’re doomed.
When bloom has failed and frangrance passed
and thorns now all that does remain
that into soft flesh dig and draw
tears scarlet which run down pale cheeks.
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These nightimes fall without sunset
and lifeless love lies tossed aside
and joy once wild and filled with hope
sits silent, strangled, without voice.
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Yet onwards, duty, oath’s fulfilled
and aching smiles speak not of pain
through days they shuffle, numb to loss
and into night , not to emerge
Sometimes they’re just words…
Should I regret this life well lived
when night time comes and stars look down
then I should surely reassess
and count the costs, repent the loss
to find the joy that like gold veins
runs through this rock on which we built
and lived and loved and spent our days
for these are all were gifted free
until like sand they run away
through fingers old and worn and laced
across our chests and unto sleep
Something inspired by something else
How beautiful you are
Beneath the stars alive, so brightly burning
And all about, the darkness yearning
For a word, a touch, a glance
That sweet romance, the slightest chance
To feel that light and love and grace
And like the sun warm on my face
We are, always, here in this place
And lights we pray won’t dim
Like far too many, gone before
those promises they sweetly swore
But time moves on, they are no more
But that is not our fate…
One of these on a Monday.
If lost, the things I hold most dear,
these minutes, hours, months and years
that helter skelter through my mind
swim intertwined with all I am,
and without which I could not be.
Still I would cling to hope and faith
that were we ripped from life and love
that in that place of darkest loss
not knowing where or when or why
I would reach out and find you there
and once again sweet love would taste
and life renewed, new memories make
this destiny once more to live.
Just messing around with words and patterns and themes…
This dance, this tender back and forth
blown on the wind, true north, stars bright
seem gone at dawn, but night burn white and linger still.
When passions red paint rooms and beds and will, aflame
here in this embrace call your name and then
complete submit and without blame or guilt lose track
of time and lack no thing for all I have and need is you.
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and cake. I like cake too. And biltong and great tv and my van and my family and the rain and comics and Judge Dredd and tattoos and boobs. Oh and my drill. It’s a cordless bosch and I enjoy it a lot. Great battery life.
One of these…
Oh how we fell from where we soared, burned by the heights for which we reached
And helter skelter in this place , this now, this dark, this night we crashed
and broken, bloodied, bruised and fighting still the urges to be right always
and onwards we will drop beyond green pastures where we played.
Until, at last, in cold and dark
we recollect but now too late
this compromise, sweet give and take, was always that which gave us flight…
Another of these thingies
Oh how we fed so hungrily
our bellies fat with lofy lies
love whispered in the soft warm dark
and tongues drip empty promises
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And time and tide do steal these things
that tender once now feel so spent.
I see you, cold and breathless still
Uncaring gladly watched you pale,
yet yearn, fools heart, for one last touch
while like bright stars dissolved at dawn
you fade yet hold tight to lost truths.
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And there alone reside in tattered robes of rage
And home made crown of sharpest thorns,
so safe behind tall castle walls
untouched by all but darkest self.
Even more wordy words
At days end, somewhere in the darkness,
Memories fade of endless firsts
and how I took your hand in mine
and promise poured so sickly sweet.
Cold breath, warm skin, sweet recollection
footsteps in the snow that slowly
brought you to my door
with liars dreams of ever more.
Those roads, we knew where they would lead
and need, such greed breed treachery
and love it twists, obsession births
and
More words…
In the darkness her tears flow through him,
Carving winding canyon’s in the barren hills of his existence
Bubbling and swirling, filling the arid wells of a hundred lonely lifetimes
Where he searched for her across all of time.
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And then at last paths crossed at sunset
Stars align and fondly smile
Lie wrapped in arms still scarred and shaking,
pain of their making , yet oh so sweet.
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And in her tempest feels her rage
and calms and comforts, calls her name
into the wind and soft returning
promises to never fail.
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Deep and far and beyond memory
her rock through ages, dusk and dawn,
But river beds run slowly dry
when storms give way to golden days.
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No blame. No fingers pointed harshly
Lived and loved but slowly lost
Bliss for a moment, Stratos soaring
Knowing, eyes wide, at such cost
Some words…a few rhyme..
Words wise, oft thick with sickly praise
malaise spills at her dark demise
and in those final hours she beckons,
nightfall, crooked finger calls.
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This halo tarnished, pious pride
held back, regret digs talons deep
and wide and far she searches longing
for one more chance at ever more.
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Again she watches as he turns
Each moment replayed thousand times
She burns and rages at the loss
This cross she bore, redeemers bride.
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The tears, cold fears, though seldom solace
Bring yet anger sweep away
A heart entwined, yet always empty
At last peace finds in sunset’s rays.
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She softens this last time as all
She was and is slow slips away
And summer days and grass that sways
Bid walk one last time until rest.
Cold I sit, consoling words still tossed upon the wind,
Your fires burn bright where embers once were piled….
Cold I sit, consoling words still tossed upon the wind,
Your fires burn bright where embers slowly died
reminders of our sighs, sweet lies and smiles forced wide
oh how I watch you shine.
There in the grass where once we lay
you watch clouds chased through skies as blue
as eyes that wept when days grew grey
and we forgot that love can’t always last.
And so, wings spread, wind carried far and wide
lost to these arms and calm caress
the things you hide, unsatisfied
I watch you fly away.
This verdant land where through the grass
names long forgot by men on wind
are whispered still and walk abroad
when mist shrouds veil and hill and dale.
This verdant land where through the grass
names long forgot by men on wind
are whispered still and walk abroad
when mist shrouds veil and hill and dale.
Their sacrifice, such love and loss
Still carries over valleys deep
and mountains, white capped, tell their tales,
forgotten take eternal sleep.
These millions, each beating heart,
Such hope and longing for the day
When old they look upon a life
Well lived and sons and daughters roar
And shine and blaze or silent sit
And contemplate what came before.
So take this banner, pen and book
And let not time this life forget
And in the hearts a story write
Tomorrow’s child to still remind .
These things from which were crudely hewn
And in this expanse shaped and formed
Give way to heart and hate and fires
that burn and fiercely do refine
These things from which were crudely hewn
And in this expanse shaped and formed
Give way to heart and hate and fires
that burn and fiercely do refine
This love that cuts and scars run deep
warm laughter hollow peaks then fades
And darkness melts at growing light
Which swells and soars, illuminating.
So come what will, we bend unbroken
Buffeted by winds of change
and edges soften, time moves onwards
rearranged and stained and aged.
Now take this thing I have become
With artists eye see shape and form
And lines, deep colours, shades and tones
this creation ever changing.
Afterwards 