The lies of love and hope… 

In my despair or disrepair

I trundle on this path
I never cared for sweeter air

I just cannot be arsed
I sit I wait I hesitate

And nothing happens still
The same old vibe I recreate

Until my mind is ill
A cigarette perhaps a book

I turn another page
I can’t forget I once mistook

It for a bright new age
Although I’ve tried and cried again

I still somehow will cope 
My mind all fried no compromise

The lies of love and hope

Wisdom…

In times of lonely solitude

My thoughts will float away 
I try in somber attitude

To lift my mood from grey
A tear may fall, well here and there

The cycles of the moon?
As fears are tall they call despair

To come to dance with gloom
So spare me love and dare to breathe

And fall for someone else
I rarely try now to deceive

I’m ill inside myself
Another hair falls from my head

The Years can pass so quick
I’ve come to learn to stay in bed

As wisdom ‘comes my gift

Tick tock…

The night is terrifying

Her calm claws crept along my skin so silently 

My spine shuddering to the ice cold bite of the frosty air 
As I look inside myself I can see clearly the calamity of loss

Not just death but also how they run away when you scream
Like thousands of baby spiders from a broken belly of a mother about to face an uncertain future
How I wept once

But my tears are dry for I wept too much as a boy
Dry like a mother who has long since been one and escaped the cycles of bloodshed only to face the threat of cancer and fragile bones 
Snapping like twigs under the feet of monsters who turn the light to darkness and run through the hands of the clock twitching and turning in their sleep waiting for another hit
Tick tock

goes the clock

always moving 

Never stops

Good morning…

if all is to be love once more
as fools will seek the truth
my calling will be to adore

the core I lost in youth
always I want so much the whore

as she is floating passed
the haze I live in will deplore

my heart to her sweet ass
and she will never see me now

i do not have the cash
and I will be ok somehow

alone unknown to crash
in bed at night to early light

surpass my nights alone
my eyes so wide and so to spite 

the morning how I moan…

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

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