Cimmerian Shadow

I see me, I see her
I’m not there, nor is she
Genders pendulum swings an uneven destructive arc
Perpetual motion anxiety
World peace? How about inner peace
A snowballs future in greenhouse world’s for either

You’ve got your health, so they say
Poor cousin Mental,
Perceptions unwashed hands, bone saws and prayers
A perfect storm only there’s no wind,
Silent isolated thoughts a drifting maelstrom
Safe harbors closed for the winters reign

A Gothic fascination
So dark, comfortingly so
Not dreadlocks, cheap PVC & EBAY trinkets
Self expressions muse,
A soul’s reflection in Google's finest art
How perfect it can be

Fallen Rose

Torn broken tattered
Wilting aimlessly
Stem cut scars
Bleeding zest and passion

Petals burning darkness
Roses are black violets are dead
The forest forgets its grandeur
Under crushing footfalls of time

There’s no peace for nature’s pariahs
Climb aboard the nowhere express
Strangers throw cindered Petals on the path
Oblivious to their scented ashes
Vanishing in the wind

Out There

Escape the world
Galaxies and voids in mind and soul
Destiny’s distance is just enough
A random new start devoid of sickening baggage
An appealing thought
String theory pastimes are nice
Though complex life precludes fictions attractions
45 Minutes of relief
I’m sure tales spun stories through the ages
The minions suffering songs
To no one in particular
Just a million lost stories
Aiding & abetting an impure abdication from reality

Elusive Slumber

Unplanned slumbers sudden awakening
That sinking foreboding feeling for no reason
An E down without tainted blood
Such talent achieving chemical free

Lethargy replaces zest
The perfect melancholy song
You know you can find it
Ask the You Tube genie

Those sandstorms in your eyes
Conflict repose eroding your soul
Don’t wakeup your nightmare
Miss insomnias awaiting her share
A thief in sandman’s paradise
Fearless of the subconscious phantasm
Langolier’s come at night if your lucky

Sunflowers

Why won’t it leave my head
I want it to, I need it to
I think
I feel, I want to unfeel
I see, I want to unsee
Some memories still scream
Burnt to disc
c:/format immortally encrypted

Long stares into my eyes
Long stares into my eyes
Retinal memory emulsion
Waiting in temporal’s queue to fade away
When sunflowers forget the sun

Darkness Falling

Midnight is no escape
Life’s reflection leaks to consciousness
A relentless flow of darkness
Where’s the light gone?
Supposedly peaceful pre sleep
Is an anxiety petrii dish
Tortured hours or Alprazolam

Financial calamity
Deceitful blonde nightmares
Costume Swindles & disappointments
A life steeped in nothingness
A deep hole for a trapped life
Headlines
“Personal failures redouble digging efforts”

Trying so hard to please, everyone
Taken for granted
Enhancements are difficult to find
And never free, why are they assumed to be?
One should not expect anything in return for time and love
Occasionally it would be nice, perhaps I’m just malnourished
Though few and far between, personal touches count the most
No one can be bothered these days
So it’s empty words and few actions
Life is a mountain or a chasm
K2’s western face looks inviting

Destination Unknown

Destination is the key
I’ve found the lock with no keyhole
Are you ok day
The phone lies in deathly silence, as expected
My ears ring more life than sciences cables can muster
Or is that monster, the monsters in my dreams

My daily makeup is invisible, yet a mask of iron
My weekend makeup is a layered masterpiece
An hour’s labour can’t hide the soul
Both disguises are showing fatigue
A holiday’s remorse
It should have been more than it was
All that was possible is merely shadows of times past

They say I need to smile more, I should smile more
I smile occasionally, believe me that’s a miracle
The miracle of temporary amnesia
Forget every fucking thing & perhaps you can smile, for a while
My timing is terrible I was told once
It hasn’t improved

Cupids Arrow

The long bows feathered missile buried deeply
Soft, ripe virginal tissue is always waiting for barb razors strike
This cupids arrowheads are forever talons
Eternity was assured before the bowstrings draw

Indiscriminate archers should stay they’re bows
If the queen’s heart is absent, there is no point
Fatigued wooden splinters litter times marched path
Each fracture a memory shock therapy

Shaft worn now to an immortal stub
Immune now to weathers grinding grasp
Still catches snags from time to time
Linked to kinetic sluice gates
On fantasies primordial sea

Some bullets can never be removed, inoperable
I guess there’s room for another
After all, Robin split the arrow with the one in a thousand shot
Or was that one in a million

Cocaine and Cosmo’s

Cocaine’s bitter greeting
A numbing tracheotomy
Eyes sparkle with confidence
Nature’s circuitry enhanced

Salt tinged Cosmopolitan’s soothing touch
A crimson quenched delight
Lipstick smears staining crystal
Her sugar plum claws moist in cocktail dew

While Cocaethylene’s new twist germinates
Thoughts drift in eddies of time
Through invisible tears and bittersweet smiles

Essex Calling

Nature’s cloudscape spectacle fills my eyes
Another perfect sky now the summer’s storms have broken
I laugh inside a Facebook messages relief
Fuck Off, how funny is that!
Classless confirmation of what I already knew

With deceit flowing like shadows hiding from the sun
Criminal assault convictions there’s always reasons
Selfish sunrises steal light from honest souls
Professional skills on display to all
Mouth overflowing with employment
Hi mum, aren’t you proud?
The internet never forgets

Undeveloped synapses forever nineteen
Remorseless time catching fantasies horizon
An ugly sight in shallow Hal’s special vision
Torture Garden Chav
A rare breed indeed

Withered Rose

Polished trash
So much different, so much the same
Ankle or back, Ibiza or Blackpool
What’s the difference?
Know what I mean is intonation only

A web of deception
Schizophrenic tales depending who’s ear listens
Just another punter to exploit
Save your modelling pennies
A twisted lady Di version
No tears over this one Elton

Porn, Spain and cocaine
Not my recipe
I miss the most entertaining thing
She’s never read

Melancholy Eyes

Beautiful Hetro Tranny
Death sentence for happiness
The gift of worthless talent
Mere flotsam in material society
Closeted subculture thrift shop mentality
Sad eyes hidden vaguely in masks of fetish wonder
Some see the truth despite polished efforts at deception
Another failed enterprise shouldn’t surprise
Attractive damaged merchandise
Draws the eye though lays untouched
Discounts ineffective
Dual existence burden breaking point
Resolution only delusion in imaginations dream