When you love someone so deep inside,
It seems like it's so easy to hide.
You've loved her for so very long,
You would think she could do no wrong.

Every day you would hope and pray,
That she would always stay this way.
She treated you like you should be treated,
You thought your life was finally completed.

You thought your love was growing true,
And then one day it was all so blue.
She started putting you down and it hurt,
You thought all you were to her was dirt.

She started ignoring you and you wondered why,
All you wanted to do was curl up and die.
You thought your relationship would never end,
But that was all so fake and pretend.

One night she was so sweet to you,
You thought all those things were maybe untrue,
Two days later she was back the same,
You thought you were the one to blame.

She thought the relationship was getting too serious
And that you had become a little too curious.
By this time you knew it wouldn't last,
All the nice things she said were in the past.

You thought that you would marry her some day,
But this time God wanted to get her way.
You wanted things back how they were before,
But you knew this couldn't happen anymore.

It was a Saturday night about ten o'clock,
You heard the news and it wasn't a shock.
You knew this was going to happen soon,
As you laid there and cried in the pale lit moon.

There a feeling in every human being
A feeling for peace, and understanding
That's the human dream. There a feeling
that follow every human being
Around. it's a feeling that's human life
so profound.


There a beat that every heart feels,
It taps in your chest, and say I'm for
real. There a thought that runs
though every mind that says
death is just and matter of time.


Just as sure as you were born,
the day is coming that you will
be gone. There is a reason for every
life it live between day and night
it hopes that morning bring new light.
that show wrong what is right .



There a truth deep inside. No matter
how you live it won't lie.
There is a road of right and wrong
You chose the road that you live on.

Make no mistake about who you are
Your soul comes from the love of stars
Your life was made to change wrong
to right. Who are you? You are
the love of the holy light.

when i gaze out across the sea
the waves so softly breaking
i feel a calm steal over me
such pleasure in the making

my heart it soars up in the clouds
my mind and body floating
faraway from fuss and crowds
just occasional people boating

for hours at the sea i sit and stare
the peace within me growing
im all alone but i dont care
as i watch the water flowing

so leave me in this world of mine
keep all your strife and sorrow
at one with the sea i always find
the sea is my tomorrow

Ask your mother why she hates your dad
believe what you hear kid and you've been had.
Going down the football, to the club
with the lads, or up the pub
anyhow or way he knew
to distance from an untamed shrew
from a life of love, he's chained to
for a long, long time.
Oh the missus wants to die
the missus wants to die
who ate all the pies-don't know
but the missus wants to die.

His bleeding head, his crying shame
find anything to brunt the blame
use anything to blunt the pain
and cigarette burns up his harm
oh look at what he did
shows how tough he is, oh what a clever kid
said que sera, threw inhibiton to the sky
singing it's always going to be
someones turn to die.
Oh the missus wants to die
the missus wants to die
who ate all the pies-don't know
but the missus wants to die.

And the world goes spinning round and round
so the lights can turn on and off
and so a new day breaks
and a new heart aches
for to live the life they haven't got
Oh the missus wants to die
the missus wants to die
who ate all the pies-god knows
but the missus wants to die

Thump thump thump
Hooves fall to beats of three
Thump thump thump
Count out loud
One, two, three
Metal stirrups clacking
Against the moving buckles
Screetching instructions
Provided by a strict teacher
Pounding, pulsing, pushing legs
Loud breath and snorts follow every sound
Eventually the thuds slow
Transforming into a rhythm of two
Heavy breathing still remains
But the world becomes slower and quieter
The lesson is over

I dont have a poem to write
but I have somwhere to be
I dont have anything suitable
to wear

Spike and gel my hair,
why should someone charasmaic care
still I search my wardrobe like a tj max rail

My tight fitting black jumper, my saviour
A little apetetif and I should be on my best behaviour

Turn the cd of the week on,
not quite full ,dont want to annoy the neighbours too much
repeat the song roughly about 5 times the one i like most

Splash on the colonge
and dont lock up your daughters
cause I'LL STILL GET THEM

As the enchanted night sweeps over me,
Blessed with the esteemed presence
Of a starry illuminated sky,
I step uncertainly into the widening pupil
Of my one and only mind’s eye

Upon a Himalayan mountain top I stand
With snowy peaks glistening strikingly around me
Like gem stones bowing their heads in prayer
Before the mighty setting sun

A wise man’s gaze passes over me,
His peaceful aura enveloping my inner self
And I rise above the ground in euphoric levitation
As if a young reindeer taking off
On its first Christmas Eve quest

The scent of re-birth,
Is rife within this crisp air
It’s rife within the company I keep,
His holiness, the Dalai Lama

I whistle a melody into the scenic distance
And together we listen
To my rejuvenated voice,
Echo across the serene hilltops
Of my own mind’s Dharamsala

lalalalalala

Tonight I’m the werewolf,
Who dissected the moon.

It's comical, how we evade
eachother, like awry ant armies
all marching to the enemy
mound - spines twinging
under the dirt we heave
to build nests with, to house
our biggest fear -
to be gotten by another
before we get ourselves.

bones of fish strewn amonst black sand beaches
an elephants miscarriage bleeds into the river
bumblebees rubbing against the eyelashes of a sleeping child


and i can feel the emperors beheading
the princes castration
the queens last bath


a pregnant woman eats ice cream in the rain
a raven dines on an expected suicide
an old man smokes his last cigar


and i can feel the beating of hearts
the rushing of blood
the silence of war


a masochist tends orchids
bulls collapse in a valley of drought
a cathedral is set to flames


and i can feel god beg for salvation
the screams of the ordinary
and i can feel my final breath escape into air

A single ray of pale sunlight
Finds its way through the breathing night

Breathless he is filled with air
Happily surprised the sun would share

Peaceful, the suns beams shine through
And awaken the sky from gray to blue

His upturned face accepts this gift
A sense of ecstasy obtained from a lift

No the sky is illuminated throughout
And the air is free from any doubts

An ancient boy changes from silver to gray
Elated he’ll eventually fade away

Because no clouds decided to float by on a whim
Water-colored sky is the blue in which you swim

With no reason to be bitter any longer
His body grows weaker and his soul grows stronger

Bird song permeates the resulting silence
For this is a place that knows no violence

An empty bench sits quaint and solemn
A resting place for he the light had at last callen

But this proud structure could not deny
That a great good still lingered nigh
If given a voice it would surely say
A great battle has been won this day

And if the sun could speak its mind
It would have a lot to say, you’d find
It’d tell a story of a great evil righted
A tale of a deserving soul mo longer blighted

Mr. Sun would gladly take credit
While Mr. Bench would say, “not slain,
This man, this creature was, rather, set free
For acceptance is evil’s true bane”

He ate of my peach, and he made me sigh, he licked all it's juices from my smooth thigh... he kissed it's pink flesh and all alone, he sucked it's sweetness 'n he made me moan...he told me that he would love it so well,and i told him yes, yes, i could tell.... his tongue dug into it's deep nectar well, his licking and prodding it all made it swell, it's honey and sugar flavored drips,
filled up his tongue and covered his lips...i writhed and i twisted under his touch, one of the reasons i craved him so much, my eyes on his face as he glanced up at me, i could see his sweet grin as he dove back with glee, to taste of my fruit so silky
and wet, he's not a man i would ever forget...those peach fuzzy lips of mine quivered and tightened, with his mouth and his passion my senses he heightened...the spasms began and my thighs gripped his head, the sheets were all nearly pulled off the bed, i pushed him in closer to my peach as i shuddered, my eyes were half closed and my eyelashes fluttered... the climax was fierce and my cries filled the room, he lapped and he drank and he tried to consume, all the love he brought out of my peach so devinely,
i shook and i trembled and moaned and then finally, i released his sweet head and i pulled it to me, kissed his wet lips and i said he would be, the love of my life and my reason for smiling , his eyes were like starlight, his smirk so beguiling...he
whispered to me as he winked kinda stealthy, i want to stay strong and fruit keeps me healthy

There's not a perfect memory
that I choose to run from,
I'm still afraid cause I can see
where I used to come from.
It's not a perfect memory
O that I'm lookin for,
I just wish that I could see
what was really there before.

I'm changin what I truly see
when it doesn't appeal to me,
Just because society
says it's not the way to be.
It's not a perfect action
I'm not a perfect man,
Just waitin on that main attraction
that I'll never get to see again.

I'm changin what I believe
just to make a friend,
But who will be the one to leave
a lier in the end?
I'm makin my confession now
and I don't know how to say,
That I can't blame society
for makin me this way.

I chose to run away
from everything I did,
Even though only yesterday
I was just a kid.
Why think with what we're given
that there's so much more than this?-
when everything we're livin with
is just perfect as it is.

as i start to write,
my pen seems to come to alive,
people say to me,
my poems and paintings are a hidden gift.

but why stay hidden in my head so long?
is this fate talking?
if so, he's a bit late with his gift,
does it hold a purpose?
do folk really want to read my writings?

there are people who write poetry,
miles better than mine!
on a certain little poetry website,
they deserve to be noticed for their talent more than me!

someone tell me which way to go,
with this so-called 'gift'
i write about what i think and see,
in this life, on this planet

wait,
must go,
my notepad and pen are calling again,
they need to make contact with my brain,
again!

Dawn is coming, biting all the chocolate of the night
I feel I'm so sick of dreaming, dreams just rain on me and dry
Every night instead of sleeping I'll reach out and touch the sky
I'll leave fingerprints all over every cloud, I'll make them mine

Still untouched by me, this foam of clouds keeps swallowing the stars,
Traps them tangled up in smoke like they're giant sky cigars,
I could be a star myself, one of the brightest on display
But I have always been too shy to pierce the dark with my own rays

Well, in fact, I think you always had a lot more light than me
See, I've got my own small candle but it's just for you to see
Could you take the form of vapour, that would be the air I need
If you melted, I would mix you with my blood and never bleed

I will leave the curtains cracked so you can see my window's light,
Realize I'm not asleep and maybe then you'd wonder why,
You'll come round and ask a question, "Do you want a lullaby?"
And I'll sigh, "I'm sick of dreaming!...I want something REAL this time".

that wonderful singing angel
who goes by the name
of Israfel.

he leads a choir of angels
oh what a wonderful choir
because there led by Israfel.

he's voice i like a bell
so pure and chiming
oh Israfel.

some say he's God's special angel
the voice you hear is his.
that sweet voice...of Israfel.

no one will know & no one can tell,
till we get to Heaven & see,
sweet Israfel.

Eighteen children in a caravan,
Cars all headed east;
Primed and ready to take on the challenge
Of the Science Olympiad quest.

Two team coaches who are filled with hope,
That this will be our year
To bring home medals of championship-
An accomplishment so dear.

Eight long months of toil and study
Have brought us to this time;
And hopefully things will all play out
And winning will feel sublime.

We’ll soon be on our adventure
To NC State we’ll go,
And if we win or if we don’t,
I still will let you know.


We did bring home medals!

Sheepishly clutching his baby
like a prize, the man opposite
stared straight at me, oblivious
to his missus spewing
verbal into his right ear,
perhaps as a distraction,
perhaps in excitement
of their new bundle of wriggles.
I dizzied myself, boring
my eyes into the sickly pink
and green geometric carpet.
After asking for this piece
of printer paper and pen,
interestingly,
four eyes then landed on me.
But only two sneaked
a last glance upon exit, at the girl
who’s obviously met too many
hedges, now a scribbling maniac
amidst the waiting-
room’s morning influx.

A love so deep
As deep as love can go
Nurtured so sweet
Allowed to blossom and grow

As we etched our initials
That day on that old oak
I thought we'd be forever
Oh, I was just stoked!

You looked me in the eye
You spoke so softly that day,
"I will save your life," you said,
"In many different ways."

Oh how my heart pounded
A smile spread across my face
That day I chose to trust you
In my heart you'd found a place

But life goes on
As it always will
Although you soon left me
I think of you still

And for time and time upon itself
I waited for those many ways
I thought the only way you could've saved me
Was if you'd chosen to stay

I carried on my life alone
Isolation - my cross to bear
Knowing that if you'd really meant it
You would still be there

So with a rope in my hand
Tears in my eyes
I intended to end
This life of mine

I leaped from the oak
Rope bound about my neck
Ready to leave this world
Not to have another wreck

The branch, it snapped
And on the ground I lie
Staring at the oak
I began to cry

Our initials remained
Etched into the bark
Only mine was hardly visible
Yours was much more stark

I wasn't on the tree that day
With you right by my side
My initials had faded away
Just as you had from my life

My life wasn't built of you
Perhaps alone I'd be okay
And this is how you saved my life,
In many different ways.

An angel sent from above...
A dove fluttering across the sky...
The light shining in my heart...
A card always saying i love you...
One true romantic...

Turns to...

...the devil showing colors.
...a crow screeching in the night.
...a cold, empty hole.
...the phone call saying I'm through.
...and, the sinking titanic.

Love can last a lifetime,
but only if you let it.
And this may not exactly rhyme,
but I'll tell it like it is.

The sun fires up the haze, igniting
my contemplation into overkill. I sink
deeper into folds of memory
like the marsh flower, caught
in an April shower. There you are,
hanging on last summers notice-
board, of ‘things to do’
like a frayed, ochre photo
out of its pocket, drying with neglect.

There is still a sense of the March
hare in your eyes and I know
you are just following instinct,
like the scattered rabbits, never knowing
for sure, what made that crunch
in the thicket. I do not fear time
this summer because summer
always revolves, comes again.
Nor do I fear the dust
that may choke my face
from your mind,
it will fall, I will
let it fall
and be still
as the line
where sun meets sea.

My sleep is more important then your life,
Fly!
With precision your business will halt...
Die!

Dead is what the source
Of your buzzing will become;
If it wasn't for the first line of this verse,
You would already be gone!

But ill keep you around
For the next few lines,
And Offer a memoir,
To the life that died:

He never loved,
but annoyed!

And now,
Through the boundless eternity,
of unmarked lines,
To limitless nothingness,
Your being will lie!
Bye, Bye, Fly.

The sun carves up the remnants
of spring, I drink the glow
on the gnarled fingers, their fans
waving in a whisper of wind.
My footsteps never halt,

I’m going somewhere
I’m going somewhere,
I’m going, going, gone

over the rainbow and back again.
Willing skin to peel, layers of winter
crumbling into dust. The sky turns
its head, yet never falls on me
no matter how much I will it
into my helpless arms.

I’m going somewhere
I’m going somewhere

and the water is silk, the clouds lace
and we dance on hills we built,
rolling like crazy horses
in the dust, the daisies,
the dry mud, the moss
and we reek of summer shamelessness.

I'm going, I'm going.

fish 'n' chips, a british best!
something this country famous for!
cod, plaice, or skate?
straight from the chip shop,
no pasta or noodles sold here mate!
mushy peas maybe.

best eaten from the newspaper,
with a page 3 girl staring up at you,
with yesterday's news.

the freshest fish comes from lowestoft,
sold in london 5 hours later,
fresh from brighton too,
but not the best!

lowestoft fish 'n' chips rule!
i should know,
my brother in law worked on the town's fishing fleet,
our family ate the best fish in town for free!

I'll lend you my ear and I'll fix all your problems

I'll rid you of all your ghosts and your goblins

I'll darken your doorway and I'll dispel your darkness

I'll open your heart and close it's hidden compartments

I'll give you my hand I'll take yours in return

I'll carefully rebuild your every bridge that you'll burn

Our love
By piel



The manner you gaze
And the way you beam
Make me admire you at the beginning
I adore you, yes, it’s real.

Trust commence with our love
You and I promised to God,
To live for better or worst
Till death do we part?

Affection leads us to our aged
It doesn’t matter, how life is
Whatever storm, we can pass by.
As long as we’re together, my love!

Hello I am the wise aluminum machine
I am covered with a substance
Called “Neurolozenge”
Every morning prior to activation
I recite my death mantra
The death mantra balances
Difficult memories
When the sun rises
And birds begin to sing
I fall into the difficult memories
On the walls of the memories
Smiling teeth of the Holy Cow
Invite me into the liquor

Then I wake up from my
Difficult memories
And I lay on the doctors table
“My dear, how you’ve progressed” says he
“Yes” I say “I have been exercising and I eat many servings of vegetables and fruits each day because I understand the importance of healthy nutrients”
The doctor never listens
The doctor never listens
Because I am alone here
“How do you feel?” says the doctor
“Doctor, I feel excellent, the world is so beautiful today, doctor, I feel excellent” I say
But the doctor never listens
The doctor will never listen
Because when I am alone everything sinks into my pores

When I lay down my sensory functions become so fuzzy
‘I am here’ I say
When I feel the soil, I am not feeling it
I am not feeling
“Everything is fine” says the doctor
But I am outside now
The sun smells so lovely
Then the doctor puts the green beams on my eyes
And I fall back into the difficult memories
When the white walls breathe
I hear the handmasked say
“When I put my map inside your pocket
You will see my numbers
Feed my numbers
Let them feed themselves to your pocket”
When I wake up
The doctor feels my pulse
But I have no pulse
“Doctor are you here to make me feel? Can I call you my brother or father?”
“How do you feel?” asks the doctor
“Am I alone here?”
The white walls breathe
Biology … it’s leaking from the center
“We will feel” says the doctor
I fall into the difficult memories
And my father is hugging me
And saying “you are alone”
My father is hugging me
You will my numbers

You were the crab with your hard shell
Slowly making your way to the sea
I was the twins, double the fun
But double the complexity
I had thoughts and ridiculous ideas
That you could not understand
I wanted to dance in the streets with you
You just wanted to hold my hand
You wanted the ocean, a smooth calm life,
And had a heart you were willing to share
I wanted adventure, drama and noise
A life with no second to spare
You were consistent, the same person always
My character changed like the weather
You were steady and grounded on Earth
I was as light as a feather
You were mature and thought things through
Taking time and getting things right
I was childish, and followed my dreams
And saw things in black and white
I spoke loudly of frivolous things
You spoke of only what mattered
I would be lively all through the night
By midnight you would be shattered
You liked nights in staying at home
I partied and put on a show
For me the night was just beginning
While you were ready to go
You were quiet and reflective
Your still waters ran deep
I’d still be talking nonsense
When you were fast asleep
I needed life and soul and fire
Enough for both of me
You needed gentle love and care
I had to set you free
And although I love you, it’s clear to see
We wouldn’t work, you and I
You’re the Cancer, you need more
And I’m just a Gemini

We set goals
So I’m a good kid
I put the “tool shed”
In RA‘N’TS
Oh what a rad-ass brand of cancer
Eek
I swallowed sand paper.
Don’t do heroin
-seriously-
Punk rock show
(I hate punk rock)
Listen to me, damn it!
You drink and smoke
Just be there.
You don’t have to listen.
Desert on a turtles back
Throwing our goals down
The Mohawk colored
Insulation.
We’re orphans who fear
(an loath)
Adulthood.

I waste away,
Each single day,
Dreaming of home
In the unknown

Where –

The grass is bright,
With the suns light.
The trees are tall,
Next to a pool.
Laughter floating,
Mothers doting
Fathers boating.

Where –

Children do roam,
Relatives phone,
Clouds floating past,
Time passing fast.
You and me,
By the tree,
Living free,
There I’ll be.


*This is old but quite different from the rest of mine, i was trying something new*

i love you
and you love me too
give me a chance
let us dance
you said you loved me
now show me
for i will rondez-vou
only with you
treat me kind
and control my mind
but be easy
love me tenderly