My grandmother tried to kill me in my crib when I was two months old. She’s dead now. Did I kill her? I don’t know. It’s not a simple question, and there are no simple answers. All I remember is being covered in blood, her blood, as I lay in my crib. # I never met my father. He was a passing fancy, my mother told me. Someone to keep her loneliness at bay. I never met him, but I’ve seen him, swimming in my underwater dream...
There’s a man with an ostrich,he’s got it on a lead;he’s taking it for a walk!I shouldn’t gawk. Now there’s a hawkand he’s going “squawk, squawk!”He coming at me.Woop, there goes my knee! The man with an ostrich,he’s got a cannon now.Ka-pow! Ka-pow!Ooft, fuck, shit, OW! For fuck’s sake,now there’s an owl!“Have you seen the news?”Then he goes for a snooze. We’re in a blender.Life over.Return to sender.I’m a clover!
He just moves, walks and smiles, goes about chores and many tasks, he eats so well at such fine sites, leads a handsome life, wears fine clothes, walks in great shoes, he is a god in bed, no doubt about that. But...do not make the fatal mistake of thinking he cares... he cares for no one, he just performs well, he is a cardboard man. There are no feelings in that cold, icy heart, it only pumps blood. He is just a nice fig...
The jungle slept fitfully at night. It dreamt dreams of hunger and satiation, crawling around on its belly, running swiftly on its bare feet, and flying through the moist warm air blindly with only its sensitive hearing to guide it. Under the gibbous moon, the jungle hooted and cawed in its sleep. Ever so little by little the dome of sky would lighten over the sleeping jungle until the sun would burn a hole through the dr...
Our lives were perfectWe lived a normal lifeI was happy when we metI enjoyed being your wifeWe loved each other alwaysEnjoyed living our livesEverything changed one dayThat night when we diedWe went out to an affairEverything was alrightThe evening turned to a nightmareWe were both filled with frightChaos and screams heardPeople running for coverOur minds were blurredI just held my loverShots were fired thereNobody had a...
He sits and screams at nightVisions consume his dreamsFighting with no lightHe remembers all the screamsDeath all around Shells of bullets thereBodies on the groundEverybody saying prayersFear is all that's feltFighting all through the nightTakes his canteen from his beltHe's consumed with just frightHe lived and most friends diedDuring the Vietnam WarPain that makes him cryHe cannot take any moreBeen back for yearsHis ni...
Have you ever met the manBorn with a universe deep within.A home to stars and galaxiesWrapped in human skin.He can be still and quietA space devoid of noiseReminding you that silenceIs still eternity’s voice.When he does talk, it seemsAs if time chooses to pause,Basking in his brilliance,Before it chimes an applause.He loves with the passion,Of a million suns colliding.And he knows how a star,Shines bright when it’s dying...
Drink Of The Fruit Outside the city where the pomegranates grow, In the fields of the everlasting mind. Shines the rays of enlightened warmth I seek, And the hopes of a new mankind. To taste the fruit of Gods and men, Is to embrace the immortal soul. Within the thoughts of modern men, Like the theory of the Monopole. From science to God and back again, From whence we drink of the fruit. The truth is I am but one man And I...
The old man sat on the steps With his head in his hands So much in thought as he sat His eyes in a far away time When the old woman Came to her man His eyes lit up like the sun He held out his hand and she took it He kissed her palm And put her hand next to his heart No words needed to be spoken The love in her eyes reflected his For many of years these two have loved Have went down the road together They raised their ch...
My mind is like a giant wool ball. Every time I make the effort of unravelling it, I end up with a few persistent knots I never seem able to undo. I am quite stubborn myself and I can’t help overanalysing situations when something specific is hovering around my head. And most of the time that ‘something’ is most certainly a ‘he’.You, Sir, have made me the most fortunate and unlucky girl in this frightening big blue marble...
Hey there stranger it's been a while Haven't seen you around latelyTalk to me I'll make you smileIt's nice to talk with you dailyLife has a way of keeping us awayIt's nice to see you hereTalking with you always made my daysA time or two you wiped away my tearsIn so many ways we're the sameJust here to share interesting thoughtsWe understand that this is just a gameKeeping it together so we don't get caughtWe both have com...
She lifted her head upwards to the blackened heavens. Her gaze fell upon the twinkling stars of the late evening. Her mind deep in troubled thoughts. As she watched the light show in the sky. She glanced away. A single tear wept from her eyes as she flickered her sight upwards once more. How could one man cause such wonderful feelings and such horrid nightmares? The stars reminded her of him but unsure why. As if ashamed...
I want to tell you, Tell you about a woman’s love, Because the world does not know enough. There are few words sufficient in nature With meanings that can cover the depth Of what she gives When she chooses To open her arms And lets you enter her heart. It is what old, lonely men wish to whisper In the ears of their sons, So that they will know And maybe save themselves From making mistakes, From losing it in...
The morning sun shone brightly through the stained glass windows. Gentle, calming and warm the rays of light shown beautifully over the wooden casket. It let everyone know everything would be all right. Their loved one was in a better place. At least that was what the pastor would say, if anyone were there. He walked in expecting the dead man's wife softly crying by the casket, the children rambling about, friends and ext...
He's a creep. Perverted mumblings,truer than you realise.The anonymity of the internet,a suitable cloak.He makes me choke.Proof, I have none,but it's clear to see. What he is, starts with "p" and ends in “e”.
