A corpse’s life 

the best laid plans all gone to waste my pace is resting still

of lifes demands my fate disgraced

of days so many ill
I should be glad I’ve had my fill

of food and love and play

although I’ll go another place

and never find the thrill
I’ve lost the cause I’ve honed my grave

with vice so nice to chill

but twice the rotton corpse charades 

as when the darkness killed
all of my love I was betrayed

by bohemian will

and status lost and at a cost

and you all pay the bill

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Woman Stalker Ballard 

the consequence not heaven sent the phone it goes again

this wench is bent she cant forget

i wish it was pretend 
she calls and calls

sends numerous texts

which I ignore each time

I try to form

a strategy

there goes the doorbell chime
she posts a card

thats not filled in

a faded photograph

I tell my friends

of all these things

so we can have a laugh
although its sad

and makes me mad

she cant forget my smell
why cant she just

be fucking glad

and fuck off back to hell

Love is not here…

her touch is tainted she will tell no truth
her love has faded far beyond the skies

she has no barings now shes lost in youth

it may well take her life to realise 
her skin is broken telling tales of woe

she smokes and takes amphetamines with death

begin to free me from her crippled lows

I pray to god she’ll go to him instead
and left for me a gift of tainted shame

I have no means to say to other fems

I need to breath I need to clearly reign

my truth my space I need to find again
and lost is love over the rainbows end

the cost to shove my dreams out to descend 

Prosecco…

The sky and everything beneath it was pitch black, except for the stars.

Offering millions of tiny distant glimmers of hope, or so it would seem.

This was a place where all would be blind to their surroundings.

The dim yet full moon was smothered in thick black clouds.

I was looking all around me in strickened panic.

Normally you would expect to hear the howling of wolves but even they must have been frightened.

The distant roar of the thunder was echoing through the meadows and each time the sound erupted it became a little bit louder.

As too my heart beat became faster and harder and faster and harder.

The tiny stars became coated in the dark clouds so were barely even visible now.

A drop of sweat came down from my forehead, and another.

Then the lightening came. Bright forks lit up the skies like a calling from god.

I took a step forwards along the path to what could be the end of my destiny and the rain began to fall heavily upon me from above.

It seemed I was deep in the shit of the heavens when suddenly the forceful winds came in to join in these harsh dances of mother earth.

And then the biting cold came too and it seemed it could freeze the center of the sun.

And the rains became hail.

And the full force of the winds spewed the icy hail into my face; cold, stinging and sore.

My body was shivering and my teeth where chattering. I continued to walk towards my uncertain fate

My mind in heightened awareness of an already vivid scene, I felt trapped outside like something was keeping me here.

I was dreaming of home and sunshine and days at the beach drinking prosecco with strawberries in the glass underneath a clear blue sky; the sand between my toes…

But I had to stay focused. I continued again to walk on, the muscles in my calf’s straining, my clothes wet and the lightening coming closer still.

After the sky was once again illuminated by lightening I could hear the loud crack and thud of a tree falling not all that far away from me.

The thunder roared even louder than before and I thought my heart would jump right out of my chest and onto the floor.

I fell to my knees and screamed at the sky and prayed for god to save me from this treacherous disaster.

Another fork of lightening came and another crack. A tree was falling above me from beside the path.

I was out cold…

And then…

I awakened, I slowly opened my eyes but all was a blur, I screamed with all my might.

A blurred woman in blue came and told me “everything will be ok”

I was in a hospital. I layed back and tried to overcome the aftermath of what had happened.

I tried to relax and looked out the window.

There was a storm outside…

Shattered hearts…

As shattered hearts will fall apart no matter who you are

so many battered souls in this world will show the scars

why are we all so cold the goal was different at the start

the fascinating misery will issue thee a card

 

it seems so hard to hold a dream if deemed a difficult mind

the gleaming light of distant streams replenish all the signs

to quench the thirst of desperate hope if I could be refined

I’d mention love to be reality to be too kind

Little words…

As all the little words will come in ease to cleanse the mind

I find my mind is quite at loss I believe my peace I’ll find

I’m cross still me I’ve paid my dues in ways to pave the lies

To come anew and lose my blues and truly come refined

 

As dominoes will fall in wavy lines my fate aligns

To find a bride perhaps to get my shit to come in time

My love is lost at quite a cost across my life I’ve tried

To fail and never get the girl oh why am I denied…

Bus stop…

The smell of petrol fumes in the air masked my aftershave. The time was quarter passed two in the afternoon.

Over on the other side of the road was another bus stop. Cars, bikes and motorcycles were continuously zooming passed and even though I had been waiting for nearly half an hour now, it appeared that any bus was yet to come.

After all it was a Sunday.

The creeping threat of rain and the cold wind kept me in a petulant suspense.

The (dare I say) younger of the two ladies on the other side of the road kept standing up and sitting down as if she was playing a rather stagnant game of musical chairs. And no matter how many times she stood up and looked to the right again she could not summon the bus anymore quickly.

The older girl seemed keen to chat to her but she was seemingly and deliberately sat further down the stop as to avoid all the small talk and chitter chatter.

To be honest I felt sympathetic towards the older girl as she must have been lonely. Perhaps her husband had died. I pondered on this and soon began to question the solidarity of my own mortality.

I was soon distracted as my bus had finally arrived. I stood up and stuck out my hand. I was very much looking forwards to a cup off hot coffee and some chocolate biscuits.

After all there is no place like home…