it's

what

everybody

wants

mindless

existance

because

they

can't

stand

the

mindlessness

of

existance

will

i

ever

stop

wanting

what's

around

the

corner

and

over

the

next

hill

he

stares

freely

at

my

body

without

knowing

who

i

am

it

will

come

as

a

bit

of

a

shock

i

know

but

out

of

your

arse

the

sun

does

not

glow

you

can

labour

the

point

till

i

get

up

and

go

but

arguing

never

made

anything

so

cold

ash

in

the

morning

mocks

me

with

it's

symbolism

cold

ash

in

the

morning

mocks

me

with

symbolism

death

brutally

lays

bare

the

petty

contrivances

of

life

starlings

and

sparrows

blackbirds

and

rabbits

all

come

right

up

to

the

house

woodlice

and

bandicoots

fieldmice

and

climbing

shoots

with

this

company

who

needs

a

spouse

 ; o )

old

man

merely

a

set

of

bones

loosely

enclosed

in

dry

suede

a

rain

washed

sky

delicately

laced

with

the

bare

bough

of

silver

birch

oh

golden

elm

a

sight

to

see

against

the

sky

weaves

a

tapestry

of

green

and

gold

and

azure

blue

i

think

of

it

and

think

of

you

if

you

want

to

rid

yourself

of

any

male

suitor

talk

of

ill

health

your

own

of

course

if

you

want

to

keep

him

talk

of

his

Men!

as

precious

to

themselves

as

children

are

to

women

women

want

something

visually

beautiful

because

god

knows

life

love

and

child

bearing

isn't

how

to

be

a

perfect

man

don't

talk

just

smile

a

lot

and

kiss !

words

of

advice

from

a

man -

hater !

i

brought

my

love

the

skin

i'm

in

with

all

it's

musky

smells

instead

of

giving

him

a

high

he

washed

me

in

dettol

and

hung

me

to

dry

bukowski

used

jane

she

gave

him

an

in

sight

men

look

in

all

the

wrong

places

to

find

themselves

they

go

within

and

not

without

if

you

want

to

touch

infinity

don't

look

to

human

philosophy

or

religion

look

at

ants

or

lions

and

the

moon

and

stars

some

of

the

ugliest

things

can

look

so

urbane

even

tho

it's

just

to

breed

theres

something

MAGIC

(I'd like the word "magic" to be highlighted by very bright colours and differant font, something bold? also is it possible to do each letter a differant colour without a lot of trouble? colourwheel )

in

a

seed

don't

look

to

other

gods

for

guidance

realize

your

own

a

constant

state

of

discontent

with

what

life

really

is

slowly

poisons

all

woman

is

more

accepting

of

what

human

is

man

however

often

searches

for

proof

that

he

is

more

though

man

professes

to

adore

woman

he'd

rather

worship

himself

what

is

writing

but

the

same

self

worship

when

you

live

within

society

you

have

to

pretend

to

care

a

fallen

angel

scorches

the

sky

man

can

only

look

on

and

 sigh 

cry

-----------------------------------

a

woman

is

the

falling

star

all

men

hope

to

catch

people

live

by

cliché

or

do

their

lives

give

rise

to

them

altho

the

air

of

lofty

superiority

feels

good

it's

too

expensive

to

live

there

you'd

lust

my

drunk

she'd

dazzle

you

all

flashing

eyes

and

tongue

aflame

with

scorching

words

that

drive

men

insane

poetry

the

brains

home

gym

;o)

some

encounters

be

they

but

5

minutes

long

stay

for

the

rest

of

your

life

i've

lived

a

lot

of

my

lives

to

the

full

there

are

a

few

i

still

haven't

lived

out

yet

being

subtle

of

mind

does

not

make

for

being

subtle

in

action

you

will

always

be

the

full

moon

in

my

life

men

like

me

with

my

extra

meat

they

think

i'm

such

a

tasty

treat

i

love

the

birds

so

trim

and

neat

perched

upon

my

garden

seat

wrens

with

legs

as

thin

as

hatpins

using

flowerpots

as

beak

wiper

napkins

splashing

about

in

the

bird

bath

reducing

water

to

less

than

half

those

crystalline

moments

under

oceans

of

stars

when

all

becomes

transparent

the

stars

start

to

sing

my

aims

become

winged

my

purposelessness

plainly

apparent

the

male

of

the

species

can

give

a

fuck

without

giving

a

fuck

i

bludgeon

you

with

my

dissatisfactions

but

you've

already

walked

away

ah

love

how

sweet

it

is

NOT!

full

of

dissatisfaction

at

what

it

hasn't

got

i

let

you

buy

my

silence

we

both

pay

too

much

taking

a

husband

is

like

taking

to

religion

life

becomes

full

of

suppression

and

bullshit

relationships

become

like

old

dogs

friendly

comforting

and

with

large

areas

of

grey

some

die

slow

natural

deaths

some

get

put

down

some

things

are

meant

to

be

does

not

mean

there

is

no

effort

required

infinity

won't

do

it

all

for

you

relationships

are

many

things

indefinable

is

one

of

them

the

loudest

statement

is

often

silence

-----------------------------------

sometimes

more

is

said

with

silence

human

could

there

be

any

more

bizarre

unicorns

may

well

exist

can

we

choose

to

live

across

space

and

time

some

people

try

to

chairs

chairs

i

Love

wooden

chairs

and

carved

curling

balustrade

that

calls

me

upstairs

i'm

still

in

love

still

in

love

still

in

love

with

you

how

peachy

with

more

interest

shown

from

my

garden

snails

while

you

don't

try

to

reach

me

sometimes

i

want

to

be

at

the

beginning

with

you

as

if

anything

could

change

actually

believe

it

or

not

i

miss

the

ocean

more

than

i

miss

you

my

love

finally

peace

has

come

i

want

the

ocean

i

want

the

ocean

i

want

the

ocean

not

this

wind

on

wheat

i

want

to

rub

it

all

out

like

chalk

on

a

board

so

i

don't

look

back

yes

this

is

one

that's

going

to

fit

this

is

it

this

is

it

i'm

just

something

the

words

pass

thro

why

is

it

some

things

are

ridiculous

and

sublime....

both

at

the

same

time

vagabond

pauper

begger

thief

i

am

all

without

relief

there

can

be

no

judgement

about

human

coupling

we

are

merely

salmon

swimming

against

the

stream

men

will

judge

and

dismiss

a

woman

based

on

the

ravages

time

has

wrought

on

her

appearance

without

thought

to

his

own

we

engaged

in

a

dance

of

expiation

and

punishment

till

our

steps

grew

exhausted

and

we

could

dance

no

more

fine

feelings

in

tatters

we've

sunk

to

the

floor

don't

feel

sorry

for

button

eyed

hank

he

was

such

a

wank

he

got

everything

he

didn't

value

and

more

even

tho

he

knew

the

score

don't

feel

sad

for

button

eyed

hank

who

turned

into

such

a

wank

got

everything

he

wanted

even

more

and

still

complained

tho

he

knew

the

score

he

was

making

a

case

out

of

dust

motes

and

lint

minute

mirrors

tinkle

clink

against

the

window

above

my

sink

frozen

rain

destined

to

shatter

non

of

this

will

ever

matter

let

them

make

their

own

mistakes

it's

all

you

can

do

----------------------------

let

them

make

their

own

mis

takes

it's

all

you

can

do

fantasy

never

disappoints

i

showed

him

my

true

colours

he

showed

me

his

our

pantomime

has

ended

and

we've

both

gone

home

a

dead

spider

in

the

sink

if

that

spider

must

die

then

why

shouldn't

i

will

we

become

one

under

this

sun

that

spider

and

i

when

we

both

shall

die

molten

orange

from

the

sun

flows

down

into

the

trees

they

flame

burn

bright

consume

themselves

then

all

turns

charcoal

black

will

the

moon

appear

tonight

accompanied

by

bright

starlight

or

will

she

flit

across

the

sky

cloaked

in

mist

hidden

from

eye

a

triangle

are

we

you

him

me

i

love

you

he

loves

me

who

you

love

no

one

can

see

a

tri

angle

we

need

you

him

me...

inside

the

whorl

of

a

broken

shell

there

is

a

perfect

still

bruised

by

the

losing

but

not

the

loss

stopped

in

my

tracks

by

the

heavans

above

one

star

sliver

of

moon

black

tree

tops

against

cerulean

sky

umber

glow

swirl

of

mist

glitter

of

frost

my

toes

that poem was about looking up at the sky and then drawing a line straight down to my feet and all the things that were in that line of vision starting from the top

i tried to think of a one word title that would make the reader understand it was a line from heavan to earth but couldn't come up with one

was that magic transition time at dawn

sun coming up and moon still high and bright

star out

know wot i mean

i'm

happy

to

have

no

man

feel

sure

in

my

home