Just to keep to its name sake

To turn off the warm and be inhumane, lean against nothing and feel the same

Nope, not gonna do it, though electric sends me lies

Undernourished with to much labor and no soft handling

Mastering every kick to corner, judge with a smile not just over the counter

So take me softly, gently

Guide me to summer beds

Center my chest, outlaw my brain

Take me from myself but leave me the same

No easy way to send

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No different colours

A wren shackled to dusk

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I wonder how we got this far

With movement sung

Undone to the point of self service

Torched partys

Morning glorys

Times the price of admission

Conversation dwells on the new Argos spring/summer catalog collection.

Can we get past these sweet dreams with razor blade smiles.

Sharp coughs, low voices, salt and shake bags get crumpled into submission.

Four walls feel lonely with no decoration

Still if they could talk it would be more then welcome.

But we neglect and stick to our tables.

Use chitta chatta to mock those who have the decency to think better.

All of the worlds problems get solved here, as the wind howls it brings shelter from todays never changing spoken pride supplied by the daily newspaper.

We’re worse then human, nothing but the day eaters, cold soup, sullen faces just waiting for the day to brake.

the street where i live

This Thumbnail is my JOB!!!!

I only like music that’s been shoved down my throat, so far down that it turns my insides black with repetitive dry heaving brought on by lackluster hope, but i believe I’m right. I’ll take that to the grave, no matter how much you question the evidence that gets displayed.

As we all know times change i guess you deserve a story to why my musical taste is wrapped in nothing but self hung glory, I’ll start from the middle because speaking out loud does more then destroy me, plus the real me is a little on the shy side, i like to hide behind sharp rocks and only let it out on low tide, as we all know our talk is cheap with whats really happening with cloned skills herding the sheep wildly into wolfs clothing.

Task one and the only part of the mission, find a girl who likes me for me, i can’t wait to get my wish, because there a dime a dozen and women, will never understand me so I’ll just play they game what god intended it to be. Cutting holes in paper faces, wishing for the day when they can be replaced with children,insects and dry- heaving.

The clocks ticking, and it says’s its almost, so I’ll put on my favorite drain pipes and hope my conscious doesn’t leak, I’m gushing for loving. my loins are aching with the same unique Achilles heel, my minds axis can’t be straight when i find the one, i can’t ignore it. The damns burst with lust and carnage, she’s gotta be a nothing with clipped wings and missing her jugular no voice to sing.

I’m going leave my nest tonight, looking for my bird, bodys pulsing to the dirty rhythm of my names sake, they wear mascara so thick its absurd, but girls don’t and that’s all what matters, we never speak to each other but are always heard, eye liners so dark it blurs my vision, clouded , so i get attracted to bright lights as i lean in and kiss them, all the while never really listen to what they have to say but i get the feeling they feel the same about it anyway.

Like normal, i couldn’t find my silent queen, she was to busy looking for acceptance  in all the wrong places  only the drones what inhabit all sticky dark places, enticed the the low rumble of melodic bass and jagged groans, there faces all match, the conversations the same, as we get home, all frantic in cased in sweat, the bubble over her head only serves to increase the pain, of emptiness, defeat of my self worth, pity in my shame, what i tuck down inside of me and stick to the game, waiting for a new day.

My life used to be good before i started to think and when i grow up I’m gonna be something I’m not. At least, that’s what my friends say, and mummy knows best, so don’t jinx me as i roll through life and place my bets, life’s a high stake game even tough i would never dream to gamble it

So as play the 5 stringed friendship board in drop dead, a romancer of dirt if you will and in a vain effort to get people to like me, I’ll get a job working the post offices like Mr Charles Bukowski, because i know somethings not right in this world, i want to share it, show to the whole world i want to let the masses know of this bug infested planet, at the same time I’m never going to quit playing the game, never skipping the beat of the female frame

Please, I’ll spare you the thousand apologies and the million sorrys, i feel bad enough for myself living the walking lie while i know it

A Bear and a Wolf go deep into the woods to fight, the Bears brute strength negates the Wolfs cunning and speed, the war rages as the battle intensify, draws spectators from all of the woodlands areas. Teeth smash, chunks of flesh and fur fly, still white from unknowing blood cells until there both running on pure animal instinct alone. Covered in dirt and blood as the sky’s open up and finally as if on cue, like its been anticipating this moment for all its being, like an age has past and finally it can shed some of its long held wisdom which is to intense too bottle and sell. It rains, it rains so softly, enough to shake off all anger, all sharp jagged points to prove and more then this, it draws silence.

Now dark and alone no feelings apart from survival is pumping through there vain’s. Its at the very moment the purity the cold sad tears of life grazes there faces, trying to remind them theres no sense to there hate. They don’t need gorge from each other, nor do they need each other to live. But still they go at it anyway, the wolf just had too and the bear never backs down.

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Normally i wouldn’t wish death on anything. But this was a special circumstance.

Not wanting to kill just trying to control it.

So i indulge myself.

Face turns to black.

As i place my shower cap on and turn it front to back.

‘Could you spare a moment?’

I hear the wind whistle.

But my clocks on empty and theres nothing for it to share with me.

An epiphany?

Not very likely, besides what can something invisible tell what i don’t already know about me.

So, caked in shadow.

Of  handfuls let go.

I turn my mind and face it forward back to this hell hole.

It ain’t much but hay, i call it home and its got everything.

Including a kitchen sink.

But when i twiddle my taps on they do nothing but make me think to a beat drip.

Pounding like a blood pump.

Ready to burst, but not ready to commit.

and i only know a few special moves

and the feeling feels just right.

I feel no need for animosity

for all my anger and my spite

Instead i just feel dormant, forever comfortably numb

I have a warmness the swells inside which can only be compared to mum

Eyes twinkle, visions shatter, lenses get tipped, left behind the shutter

Water flows without indifference, a in this instance a shawl over every rock with a diamond cutter.

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In the warm place is where you find me

Abstain from my Styrofoam love poem

take away my dirty dream