A wang-wang-pede rose from 'neath the seaAnd sclobbered towards the beachOn seven and twenty tenticlawsWith a retching craw-craw screechHe flared his squinty nostrilsThen snapped his clack-clack beakHis tenticlaws grabbed man and childAnd he slapped his glob-glob cheeksSoldiers came with their woof-woof gunsFired shots to schlump him deadBut they should have shot his flub-flub gutNot his hardy thick-boned headBescreeching...

As I sit upon the ancient sandWith the faithful sun aboveMy eyes relax in hypnotic calmAs the sea laps with eternal loveSwashing waves of tendernessPush up the satin shoreGentle hands of massageWhich glide down again once moreComfort's sigh infusesAs the sea does glint and danceWith salt-air in my nostrilsI merge into a tranceNo reflection of past or futureIntrudes my supine mindI am there with the watersWe ebb and flow c...

Entangled withinYour spiders webNo Escape Entranced by your eyesConsuming myLost Innocence Writhing upon my bare skinThe succubus of yourNaked body Your lips close to my ownStealing my lastBreathe You caught meBoth heart and soulForever yours  

ScootOr you'll get the bootOr maybe the knifeOr maybe the noosePerhaps we'll just cut out your lifeOr throw you off the cabooseSome people take forever to decideBetween all the choices we give themSo by the time they choose, they've diedAnd we've turned their skin into an item...Tick tockWatch the clockWhat will you doNow that we've caught you?Call us crazy,Call us gone,But one thing's for certain -We've all the time in f...

My dad fought in World War IIJoined up at nineteen, fresh out of school.From the ranks of the ROTCAnd into the Royal Artillery.His dad before him had been a gunnerSo selecting that military branch was no stunner. He fought in Africa, Sicily, Italy, France and suchBut never talked about it very much.He had a big scar on his shin.His 'war wound' he'd call it, with a grin.It was not the result of enemy action.He fell off a m...

My hands are large, and yours are small I forget sometimes, how unsure they are In a home for adults, you make your way There are times I get angry, when you spill drink on the floor Sometimes I’m impatient, when your strides don’t match mine Hurry up, don’t spill that, are words I often say Then I remember, you’re trying your best You find wonder in the strangest things You remind me to look through eyes of a child Butte...

Let your mind wander, let my mind go too, Together our heads, simply make two. Two little thoughts, drift in the wind, Like a couple of leaves, carrying currents run thin. A momentary look, a rustle here and there, Browning and wearing, who saw… who cared? Slowly decomposing, now beginning to rot, Back into the soil, food for the plot. From the earth to the heavens, the story still stands, If you think far further, beyond...

Do you hear her scratching? As you rest upon your bed?Do you hear her whining?As your nightly dreams descend? She rises on her hind legs, Pawing at your door.Lonely and forgotten, Unknowing why she is ignored. Did you throw her ball today?Or did you watch the set?She loves you all the same, you know,So why do you neglect? She is just dog, you say,She will be just fine.What matter does it make, tonight? If she must sit and...

Like Fire Flies dancing in the night, Desperate lovers flit about,  finding each other in random glory.    Two become one, merging their luminescence Into a brilliant flash of radiant bliss,  Bravo, to them I say,  filled with joy that they've found their mate.   But all too soon their lightning dims  and they part again,  Dancing in the dark until a new pair  meet and glow anew.   I wonder, staring at those glowing flick...

When shall we wake?  Shall we wait, wringing our hands,Until our last child smiles no more?Shall we wait until he’s gone to war? Shall we wait, with a self-righteous tear, as last he feels his mother's love,And ends his life in the streets of our City’s empty heart? When shall we wake? Shall we wait, clicking our tongues as the newsman tells of the old womanwho suffered in the cold and gave up her will beneath the weight...

The love we let subside, the fear we try to so hard to hide, the hopes we dare not speak, and the nightmares we keep alive   Whether it's depression's blight, jealousy's sabotaging bite, or simple resentment and spite, all act as condemnations for the self   A host of symptoms that serve to bind, we give into loneliness and despair, pop the pills we are prescribed, or simply pretend that we're alright   We cower behind wh...

Red and oh so opulent. Petals against your skin likeexquisite satin,soft and oh so beautiful.

I know what it means to stand alone,to be of the faceless and unknown,one of the unwanted and unloved,the condemned and shunned To stand on the precipice of your own demise,with nothing to hold but your own hopeful lies,a disease or your ruin or your own mental maul,whatever it is that promises your fall In a world that can be cold and cruel,you lie between the hammer and anvil,at the mercy of the oncoming blow,a slave to...

With all our chasing here and there,we get so busy with life’s chores,we barely have time for air,while we constantly seek moreStop for just a moment,leave behind the daily grind,all the worries and torment,the thoughts on your mindClose your weary eyes,and let yourself see,take a breath, release a sigh,just let yourself merely beThe Sun’s warmth on your face,a quiet moment under the night sky,the thrill of adrenaline’s r...

 I have come to see.That time its self is bound between you and me.All the night I am not free.In the day you go away.Tomorrow comes, again and again, a memory yet to be.All this sorrow all this pain are the fertile ground on which we lay seed.We the destiny of passions crop.But what of destiny?What of the deed?When come the reaper's scythe?Is such a thing legion or myth.Or is it the game of time, and the seconds rip.Who...