Write to recover is what I always say.
Is few of my words leave me whirling with – I’m proud to park, pay and display.
Deals are made,
devils I summon.
People are abused, Charity leaps to a new order of Coven.
I write this way, with careless affray
to not lose a sense that words are tangible,
if I work my fingers to imprint my genetic copyright
Confirming my DNA.
Some might say,
I try too hard
To write for better days .
Left to my own devices. I would live in clouds wrapped up in grey hues-
a cemetery for all the left over fillings
Thrown away, because of corrosive mouth decay.
In yer face!
Borderline – on the rocks.
I write to prove I’m far removed from serving more time, in a straight jacket in New Jack City.
Gangsters running around with silver bullet signed glocks.
I’v’e spent my better days basking in previous glory .
Like butter it melts away the fear of sleeping dormant .
One wrong box and I’d have been mistaken for a Tory.
Liberal with my words, eager to serve and love all my friends with creative pulses .
Tic tacs, I guzzle-colours textured in obscure.
I fight these escapism , inauthentic, paradise bomber impulses;
To get high with — to lose track of time.
I need a potion of artificial wired, chemistry alternatives.
Usually these act as a placebo.
Serve to knock off my crown of free willed determinism.
Courage lives in a mane,
a city near Massachusetts
Puritans might discover I’m Freud in a ghostly slip.
I’ll be hung ,
Hands lie limp by my side.
Bled feathers will tickle the crowd-
Show I bluffed my way into the inner circle of creatives who have a grasp of the
Forever chasing the dragon of stream of consciousness .
My thoughts fail me,
I’m beginning to think,
I’ve become presumptuous.
The kindness in others words — to allay my anxieties,
Overwhelms me .
I tie my own tubes.
I refuse to give birth to a dancer with stubs for toes, phalanges pimped out to strike a quivering echo-like , Margot Fontaine pose.
Inner fear corroborate with the sinner without a legitimate C.V.
The Lakers swan to the crowd
I’m a nutter.
I’d crack a prince just to see a picture of a colourful scene.
Mindful – in the lines.
It’s not important.
Just a visual spray of shamanic chakras to impregnate the rainbow-I foresee.
Leprechaun leave my latin beats to breathe.
Mouth the words of soft brie , camembert and wild boar.
Grant me a baguette — riddle away, and I’ll gather my thoughts to satisfy thee.
Goddess Luna grants a cycle to merge with my rites in fertility.
Thoughts exiled to Siberia-paid to be alone.
My government saves me.
I will put down-
Though I know I won’t gamble it all away.
I win back my losses
Trust me, I know there is always another day.
Write, write , write.
Each word is a middle finger at the writers academia establishment .
I don’t want to be even almost famous.
I don’t need a book with my name on it.
I blog merely to pour my inner most thoughts out — free up my world.
It’s about as poetic as I can get.
How about I insert the word fragrant?
I’m not academic.
My passion is not systemic .
Always in a position to sky dive.
Risks thought about
After I land in the hornets hive.
Stings heal .
It reminds me I feel.
I live by my words ‘cos I’m irksome and caustic within.
I was born walking into webs of contradiction
All I beg is for is a hint of credit
For expressing myself in this audacious fashion.
I’m not here to chat ’bout literary success.-
I’m already thinking about my post party dressed as myself-
the bodacious writer ,
Who is in fact a sycophantic heathen.
*INSPIRED BY A COMPLETE MELT DOWN IN MY ABILITY TO WRITE AND FINISH MY MASTERS*
When you’r feel you’re hanging on the vine,
remember- a seed push forth a mighty sign.
You must take the sunbeams and treasure what’s thine
Wild Kansas City is but one destination on the sign
Take hope, light and lose the animosity ,
for inside there is no monstrosity
Get yourself caught speeding in high velocity.
It’s not a train smash — no not a catastrophe.
When you’re stuck in the middle of time.
Jump off the fence ‘cos that’s doing yourself a crime.
Don’t you let commoners think your words cannot define,
Your value , worth and dreams are not benign
Take it from the apple tree
He allows fruit to aid in his victory .
oh don’t , hide yourself like a willow tree
Cry, but remember you have a destiny.
Everything will be fine — look up — allow the clouds to throw some shapes.
Open them wide , mind expand — understand the lessons from life’s true greats.
You’re already one them-slightly chipped — still most valuable of porclain plates.
Never doubt what you can do — take a leaf from natures golden ratio
You radiate when you guide the fates.
Lets’ lasso this up and keep your spirit wild
Grow tall — never lose your inner child.
A silly poem to spread to the crowd
Accept her quirks — light hearted ,silly sap — never lose a day when she has smiled.
*I’m feeling less heavy hearted and more like my old self these days. I was inspired by the song ‘This little light of mine’. live, love, don’t hold as grudge. Remain true to who you are and you won’t stand alone for long.
A song a mate shared with me. Happy vibes. I defy you not to feel happy listening to this.
Girl bets he weren’t always so plastic.
Fell deep into a pool of eyes that hinted at a heart full of fantastic .
The world is now a bit colder.
Sun shines even a little bolder .
Don’t know why son pushed away the great play to his heart when it only allowed the room temperature to stagnate into a cancerous cadaver
now 30 years older.
Harsh cold facts .
Perspective bound by smaller minds clouded in a haze of toxic, inner house attacks.
Girl weeps to know two doors down
son and mother abuse each other.
We were all once innocent.
We all grow up to the reality of life.
We all make mistakes .
Son hides behind a pointed finger for a cover
to save face from only himself.
not even the one he now calls his true blood brother.
walls whisper inferior
by the son
Girl bets he wasn’t always so plastic.
How many more years is he gonna carry on sucking lemons?
sitting on a pedestal of empty cans
spitting out condescending pips and belittled bits?
A hard,long way to fall
Always taking the moral high ground.
Amongst the smudges of smugness
girl saw a glimmer of his original fantastic.
Lines crossed – militant gas -lighting to the ones on a lost path.
Characters don’t need to be shouted down at.
raise son’s ego so he can live amongst the Olympian Gods;
Devastation – pride miseducation
can be the only aftermath.
Girl weeps – reasoned with her heart – trouble found her passing inappropriate affection.
This time she won’t carry the burden when she floundered in son’s manipulation and rejection.
Players play a part.
Games lose all fun when the son only sees people he can step on
Heighten an evoking, abstract canvas.
Draw out a new horizon.
A disappointed son
finds he has exhausted all misaligned souls of their energy.
Turns up the abuse and sticks a knife into a beating , drumming heart.
overflows the space with shades of reds and blue hues.
Trurh be told.
It’s better to have everything to lose and still walk tall with purpose
live an inebriated lie.
Hoaxing folk with a demeanour of nothing to lose.
Eventually,we all have to play our cards.
suffer the consequences of our enacted desires.
Girl weeps for the carbon copy spirits
consciously conscious of losing sense of all self .
Grab a hoe
dig for more dirt to throw on misplaced bodies
already buried vertically .
son’s light gets dimmer.
The deities stole their fire back.
Girl bets he weren’t always so plastic .
Spinning dog – hounding smaller animals with greater spirits.
Poacher trophy show case
in a house of broken doors,overflowing ashtrays, side way glances.
Specks of dry spit spewed from another night screaming in an accusatory fit.
Close the curtains on the yo yo man – the son that once shone vivid, in the coat of arms, bearing fantastic.
Puppet in distress
done jigging to the maestro player -thinking all can be forgotten with one caress.
Puppet in distress
dancing to the bark of wood to entertain 50 shades of Halifax’s easily ho hummed guest.
Puppet in distress
strings attached by words signed sincerely yours god bless
puppet in distress
if you truly care then cut the strings and retune to your idea of finesse
Muppet in a mess
calls upon the one who responds with exotic prowess
Muppet in a mess
commands a court of clowns.
Here’s a gesture leave this puppet to march to its own goal without making it digress.
Muppet can’t confess
Puppet forced to bake an Eaton mess
Lunatic moody spell of loneliness forced on puppet attempting to evolve into a breathing life force.
Heart in full beat .
Victorian smirks – conceal the lure of lust on heat
Dirt lies on a floor in a heap in full defeat.
bare like the day it conformed to the necessity of sucking its mama’s teat.
Shallow grave digger in demand
Take your boorish rudimentary games on a scam time shares camping holiday with your imaginary friends on reprimand.
one spoon stirrer twat from a council estate –
thinks peaches are organic when canned.
Humour lost when the smiling mug lost a handle – this unfortunate series of events was not planned.
Puppet has a grip on reality
Muppet hide or speak with integrity.
Observes the matter of the one speaking about a raw paw -urban jungle patois.
Allow a Feminist chancer to equalise the score.
Voodoo doll pinned down -preparing for a hysteria- ectomy.
Tree pines pins and needle for lost comrades hiding away in shadows when its own self belief decided to flee.
Dangled carrots have less value than the Congo natives begging on bended knee
Understimate the value of one true pulse – a sudden rush of blood to the head.
clear signal you banged egos with the puppet mans red fire
well before this species woke up naked in a carnivorous hermit crab bed.
Contradictory mixologist – king Loui Armstrong – one of a kind – mans belly not been fed.
Stop expecting organic honey from this flower – she demands respect- make up your mind – stay or lets leave it with
I’ll see you in the wind
Treason over your feudal system.
cover yourself in haze of the ghetto inhabitants blasting out
there goes another lost soul walking with
*Inspired by a chat with my hair dresser mate and ‘I wanna be like you’ Jungle book and life.
*Inspired by daily human observation*
Citizens arrest a seizure
exploding out of her chest
Detest the demise of optimism- look aT that crumpled face
Raging carnival trying to stay straight
‘Nature welcomes me’
Though not blinded by an attempt on her savage drinking spree.
Moments owned in contemplation
Detest she caught a Jack Wills scent immersed is his idealised rave nation.
How many t – issues to imbibe.
Called her his inbred so he could remain high
No mirror to attest to the beauty she finds.
searched google maps for Scalifax’s finest hearth.
Should she lay down to rest?
Wait for a sudden epiphany?
Her mind can’t take twocker ignition games from kids still wet behind the ears,
straggling their momma’s rancid pyjamas
Searching for a place to settle in between her knees.
Scrumpy Jack persona
Is she really a cut above the estate who try to convince her they have answers to all the clues?
She’s not like them.
This species are not her brethren.
English cider tasters of blood from a irrefutable provider
Knock heads against tombstones and concrete walls.
Green-eyed,Winkie slept behind a grill gate to keep out the flybys.
Vulnerable heart -veil lifted from day one.
Chinese whispers of some busy blasted scum
Common decency leaves the palm of her hand -slaps a face hard – its body turns
enthralled at the chance to appear overly occupied.
Enjoy chillled !at 6 percent
Bad move to guide to her to her own whereabouts
She paid for her own calm connotation.
Guideline on how to avoid walking into a web of sin
Tanned face betrays that her heart hasn’t felt akin.
There’s nothing of substance behind the beer goggled eyes.
smoke a roll up
take a sip of the brew that simulates a disguise of content.
She’s not one to say she’s any better than these numbed, train fare skivers
Fun when a teenager…..
Numbers on the increase –
She thinks they should at least have figured out how to suit up and boot up
Yes, use your all your ties.
Bound up in this place of besmirching death
Positive energy sniffing up the vibes
conflicted as the amish addicted to meth
Red ant crawling up her thigh
more focused than most humans she has the pleasure to relate to
One mighty jump off this stony hearth would not be
how she would want end her life
Sun in her heart
Moon never far to seduce her into a twisted cadence with
legs defiantly apart.
‘The settle’ calls her home – shrieks filled with the ego of the Saint Lies -a Spinne.
What business has she pollinating with the bees?
It’s her playground too.
She won’t let the bastards inject their humdrum existence –
unleash their quiet, unpalatable disease.
Point fingers at an indecipherable colour or sound
The ku klux clan live but one gate from the smack head who sleeps with the blood hound.
Remove these walls ineffectively
Family values, Adams apple samples the hit of threes company too
Humour her, she never preached to know every pelvic beat.
Extend a hand
that one gaze will settle reflectively
Don’t make another feel uneasy
Solely because it’s you who feels Queasy.
Smirking at them playing it cool
Do they think she is a brassic , court jester fool?
Indulge them she does.
but only because she knows the truth
They live a life that’s ambiguously impenetrable.
The difference between the simple life and herself ?
An open mind.
Sentiments branded on her – costs three lifetimes in wages to wear her kind of fashion.
Attempts at making her feel she is wrong and potentially illiterate.
It’s beyond a joke – she plays naive – she knows they are a hoax
She treads through a land full of tossers
Pity not more of them get fired off into a land of terrorist moshers.
This drink was an attempt at a pitch
It’s not her style.
brewed up to tease pacman eating jack and jills in a ditch .
Irate she saw integrity in one other smothered core.
Ineffectual – yapping up intoxicated mummies three day old pyjamas.
Think it’s an accomplishment to shove her mistrials in front of her face?
How many more fuck you’s and put up’s must to deal with?
Momma doesn’t need their drama’s?
The issue with people who stick together in stitches
is that without an audience -without a chase
they will dangle that carrot
especially when their life is on the down
squinting them into the glitch.
They need her kind more than her kind needs theirs .
Empty out the contents of a full can of scrumpy poison
One factor in blurring all boundaries.
Is it fair to intoxicate nature with man -made hootch?
She’s repulsed – she sees them all their stark naked form
such is her clarity
who to label as a warning ‘ there goes another douche’ ?
ethics, medics, system of values- it’s an appeal to their humanity.
Need to get out
Get out of this space
She can see she’s playing into this heinous fate.
She makes her rules
She breaks the rules
only because she knows them so well- lets state she knows how to present the look of
I’m off my face
Temptation heel to her command
She regrets inaction of strength she usually ordains
only this time she lacks
Fuck it , she is done with the cloud of visual mace
She’ll get hammered at a location ,
on her request,
Can she have a mirror?
Third eye awaken to the true head case.
Photocredit Francessa woodman
I’m having a nervous breakdown
No tear gas needed to see my features frown.
Give up, let go.
It doesn’t matter.
Give in , give away the words
I write from my inner chatter.
Pride may come before a fall.
This writer is mad and frenetic enough to bawl.
Sleeping alone with a furry bengal.
Live and breathing, nightmares shedding one too many a ghoul.
I live in fear of letting myself fail.
It’s more innate stubbornness that leaves my face pale.
I’m sick of over achieving. I’m jaundiced from worry.
Projectile thoughts invade my space. illegal immigrants hide in my quarry.
Work so hard and see no results.
When I see the rainbows end -I may watch the blood seep from my wrists.
The mind won’t let me have a moment off.
Fatal escapism needed
a dose fit for a carcinoid cough.
Every moment – liquid drains my lungs.
when talcum powder is blown into organs.
Mop up creativities flow.
I can’t breathe in this dungeon.
Get out of my way ,don ‘t look at me – snarl and bite a portion out of your flesh.
Vegan turn rotten, core bound up with an unnerved bile uprise.
Human machine venting for my inability to refresh.
Hold up my dignity
keep me in stents;
make sure I don’t end up in a coffin embellished with the last person buried alive.
A scene far too surreal and intense.
I’m a lunatic.
You scare me but dammed if I will roll over and play dead.
Like sand through the hour glass
blink once and the deadline is almost head over arse.
I’m scared of failure
I want to be the man to pull out exacaliber.
Merit and knighted.
how shallow glory is,
I’m far too short sighted.
Immobilized in a zombie fashion
Micheal Jackson thriller
Nearly forgot to yell ‘action’.
Take me to a planet fermenting in sushi.
I need a trip to find my very own mighty booshy.
Writing is my hoochie. 😁