pools
on the ground around
my golden elm tree
sunrise and sets
of gold who is
as rich
as lucky me
it
to be me
always looking
to infinity
to
provide
the
girl
you
thought
was
she
?
youneverwantedittobeme
it
to be me
always looking
to infinity
to
provide
the
girl
you
thought
was
she
?
you
never
wanted
it
to
be
me
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.......
my dreams
in life
a frog
you really are
a
bane
the prince
a
frog
like other frogs
all
the
bleeding
same
fell
in love
of that
i'm sure
but
with
himself!
i'm out the door
whittled away so much of
me
to get
the shape you wanted
now cry
at the pieces
cast
down
on
the floor
you
got what you wanted not less but
can never title a piece of writing somehow it doesn't seem to fit what i write whatever that is ;o)
(ed. older poem, new spacing)
you sneaky bitch
cold
as the stars
warm as the sun
no longer rescues
me and the full moon
mock
out her existance
on
fake
faces
given to
the
hunch
back
the infirm
and
the
really
quite
battered
hung out to dry
rain
falls
from a sour sky
grey g a u z e
pierced by dark green
face i want to wedge into
the eye socket gaze
out to sea forever
become
weathered
like the rock
sparse lawns
unhappy looking
flowers end
fleeing the storm they bring
lightening shimmers
distant thunder cracks
dollar sized drops smack
cement wet smells
to break us
out
of
madness
we will run through it's halls
like children
watched over
by
ourselves
Lol written when thinking about ur net life and my feeling about that
and how we are both mad....
funny when i wrote it i saw us as kids running thro the halls of some big english mansion
don't know y it was very strong image
andrews comment
i think the watched over by ourselves is a good line because madness is really like that, a matter of definition almost !
than
guess
let
a
conclusion
form
and
then
test? !
do
you
let
a
conclusion
form
if
you
don't
have
any
opinions
???
isn't it weird
how people
and things
can be SO important to us
yet at the same time
mean nothing
my window is filled
with the night
the moon is distant
small
bone white
physically
attractive
people
are
perceived
to
be
special
fleeing the storm they bring
lightening shimmers
distant thunder cracks
dollar sized drops smack
cement wet smells
g a u z e
there is so much beauty
in
a
bee
sting
on the birds wing
does
a
leaf
sing
what the ocean brings
in
a
bee
sting
on the birds wing
does
a
leaf
sing
what the ocean brings
may take place
at crises in a marriage
but
it's often ephemeral
how to think?
but it's broad spectrum LIVING
that teaches you
about life
languid butterflies drift, my eyes do please
creamy roses nod their heads
oh to sleep in their petal strewn bed
deep blue
sky
deep blue
sky
to compare with our own
see the dangers
on either side
to brutalize
the
ones
you
love
funny combination of
funny combination of
a
funny combination of
pain (billious green)
pride (in glowing gold)
fear (midnight blue)
and
denial (soft pink)
summer heat
sparse lawns
unhappy looking
flowers end
battered
hung out to dry
rain
falls
from a sour sky
the warmth has gone with the storms
leaving a cloud splashed sky
as a puppet
to portray what men want to see
unconcerned
with
others
doings
eye
sight
given
to
the
hunch
back
the
infirm
and
the
really
quite
insane
she
uses
her mouth and eyes
as
well
as
any prostitute
altho
she
touches not
the
men
that
fall
beneath her gaze
she
spends
her
life
painting
out
her
existance
on
fake
faces
i see my reflection in the window
struck dumb
SEEDED!
all
your
big
dreams
have
fallen
into
dust
why
trash
all
the
little
ones
as
well
moon
a
pearl
on
deep
velvet
blue
a
woman
is
not
unaware
of
her
self
sacrifice
more
helpless
in
the
face
of
it
in
side
out
no longer
rescues
me
and
the
full moon
mocks
you
can
stay
in one place
and still
find ways
to leave
people
when
you
say
love
you ”
there
is
a
silent
you
say
love
you ”
there
is
a
silent
in
to
the
mire
of
your
madness
why
does
making
eating
more
simple
for
people
make
it
more
difficult
there's
a
wrong
kind
of
buzz
buzzing
under
my
skin
i'm
jumping
out
of
it's
moved
in
we
fed
into
each
others
idiosyncrasies
appreciated
each
others
minds
trapped
in
a
body
that
moves
slower
than
thought
some
thing
is
happening
i
can
see
is
it
insanity ?
thing
is
happening
i
can
see
is
it
clearer
insanity
i
gather
too
many
empty
things
around
me
to
give
me
shape
altho
i
don't
have
one
often
feels
like
forcing
my
thoughts
in
to
the
wrong
words
he
runs
behind
him
self
in
a
vision
saw
our
parting
the
directions
we
did
go
saw
our
meeting
up
again
from
a
place
of
ice
and
snow
i
would
rather
be
high
and
dry
than
dry
not
high
you
have
to
see
people
for
what
they
are
and
let
them
be
almost reptilian
in her observation
of people
as she sank back languid
in her chair
no one
who are you
no one
so shut up
to try hard to be......not sure what
kind
open
free
i fail
to try hard to be......not sure what
kind
open
free
i fail
need
to
be
in
touch
with
your
animal
it's
no
use
denying
him
find
so
many
ways
to
punish
me
for
not
being
the
one
you
thought
owed
by
infinity
so
many
activities
we
undertake
are
ego
driven
how
to
see
thro
that
am
giving
up
desire
to
break
us
out
of
madness
we
will
run
thro
it's
halls
like
children
watched
over
by
ourselves
giving
up
desire
to
break
us
out
of
madness
you
will
run
thro
it's
halls
like
a
child
watched
over
there
is
no
one
size
fits
all
i'm
going
to
become
more
myself
even
tho
there
is
no
me
;o)
people
seek
from
zen
etc
an
unentanglement
from
madness
only
to
become
intrenched
in
an
even
more
insane
perspective
invested
interest
gets
the
better
of
most
of
us
you
do
see
it
don't
you
out
of
the
corner
of
your
eye
that
madness
that
looms
so
large
yet
looks
so
small
zen
buddism
adviata
insane
structures
constructed
by
the
insane
trying
to
deny
desire
to
construct
jade
coast
you
cast
a
spell
your
secrets
i
will
never
tell
you
didn't
answer
me
because
chance
would
be
a
fine
thing
you
seem
to
see
the
jagged
side
of
me
caught
on
my
rocks
enchained
in
stocks
will
i
ever
let
you
be
the
men
i
collect
tho
of
consequence
to
me
i
often
reject
cos
I'd
rather
run
free
there
are
emotions
not
intellectually
in-consequential
although
men
often
dissmiss
them
as
such
often
without
even
being
in
touch
love
you
appalling
creature
know
not
what
you
do
dear
cupid
your
arrow
erred
thro
from
your
bow
it
was
spurred
my
heart
indeed
most
sorely
smote
strike
me
again
but
with
antidote
i'm
not
really
that
interested
in
i'd
rather
look
at
other
things
here
among
the
stars
the
scariest
thing
about
you
is
your
belief
in
your
own
self
image
infinity
has
appointed
us
each
others
guardians
it
has
come
late
but
not
too
late
sometimes
infinity
will
join
two
souls
neither
age
nor
centuries
divide
them
god
wear
deodorant?
sometimes
we're
like
children
clinging
together
more
often
parent
child
we're
both
going
backwards
but
we've
gone
forward
so
far
we
cannot
go
back
we
set
sail
in
a
tree
several
birds
and
me
oh
the
sights
i
did
see
wind
through
my
hair
feathers
and
leaves
sail
across
the
sky
in
a
wind
blown
tree
top
galleon
clouds
sailing
companions
birds
aboard
the
lofty
boughs
i
walk
a
coastal
cliff
face
i
want
to
wedge
into
the
eye
socket
gaze
out
to
sea
forever
become
weathered
like
the
rock
when
some
one
is
emotion
is
trees
on
sunset
skies
green
flecked
gold
in
your
eyes
leaves
snow
rain
sunshine
rainbows
birds
leaves
snow
rain
sunshine
rainbows
birds
so
un
like
you
after
all
it
helps
me
realize
you
more
so
late
too
late
anyway
did
i
even
have
a
say
and
twisted
rootstock
though
you
keep
me
alive
you
the
schemer
me
the
dreamer
how
do
we
survive
gnarled
and
twisted
rootstock
though
you
keep
me
alive
you
the
schemer
me
the
dreamer
how
we
do
survive
and
twisted
rootstock
i
am
keeping
you
alive
you
the
dreamer
me
the
schemer
how
we
do
survive
knarled
and
twisted
rootstock
i
am
keeping
you
alive
you
the
dreamer
me
the
schemer
how
we
do
survive
i
can't
be
bothered
with
any
thing
my
bells
won't
blow
nor
my
whistles
ring
so
love
has
come
and
love
has
gone
so
fucking
what
of
my
dreams
in
life
a
frog
you
really
are
a
bane
the
prince
a
frog
like
other
frogs
all
the
bleeding
same
love's
lost
it's
lustre
look
and
see
if
can
you
find
it
for
me
please
i
feel
like
i'm
playing
with
choice
like
a
child
without
companion
oh
no!
i
think
it's
time
to
go
i'm
out
that
door
can't
take
no
more
i
really
just
might
blow
fell
in
love
that
i'm
sure
with
himself
out
the
door
will
you
being
so
fascinated
by
yourself
while
love
might
bring
people
together
it
also
forces
them
apart
you
can't
wait
you
can
close
your
eyes
hold
your
breath
stay
in
one
place
you're
still
moving
can't
wait
you
can
close
your
eyes
hold
your
breath
stay
in
one
place
your
still
moving
do
you
know
which
parts
are
zen
and
which
parts
are
you
how
do
you
separate
them
out
will
you
de
program
your
self
from
your
self
what
is
self
what
is
programmed
what
is
programmed
by
self
talking
he
said
i
want
to
fuck
you
instead
the
night
turned
sour
sex
raised
it's
ugly
head
held
me
captive
in
it's
power
till
i
went
off
to
bed
wants
to
free
wheel
through
space
like
a
falling
star
not
a
nice
person ”
isn't
being
a
nice
person
a
bit
of
a
fiction?
likeable, I AM
likeable ”
what
is
is
it
like
being
a
nice
person
?
I'M
not
likeable
one
could
argue
a
swift
death
is
better
than
a
lifetime's
imprisonment
i
want
to
whirl
like
a
dervish
dance
like
a
breeze
levitate
high
above
the
trees
sing
like
rapture
swim
through
the
stars
show
the
whole
world
this
love
of
our's
what
does
to
being
friends
?
we
haven't
left
the
state
what
does
being
friends ”
mean
?
we
haven't
left
the
state
you
whittled
away
so
much
of
me
to
get
the
shape
you
wanted
now
cry
at
the
pieces
cast
down
on
the
floor
you
got
what
you
wanted
not
less
but
a
sword
wrapped
in
cloth
still
cuts
kid gloves don't soften sort of thing
a
sword
wrapped
in
cloth
still
cuts
英 語
a
sword
wrapped
still
cuts
英 語
a
sword
wrapped
still
cuts
you
could
say
love
is
more
than
a
deeper
love
do
i
make
of
that
you
could
say
unreal
love
is
more
than
a
deeper
love
what
do
i
make
of
that
be
inside
my
body
know
my
brain
in
side
out
and
yet
not
know
me
feels
a
violation
strange
and
timeless
this
grey
hour
between
night
and
dawn
the
body
slow
the
mind
disorientated
can
share
a
history
with
someone
and
as
distant
as
strangers
days
of
being
with
me
are
gone
i
have
to
retrieve
you
now
does
passion
betray
common
sense
betrayal
is
an
art
is
he
an
artiste
somnolent
schizophrenic
securely
skewered
shards
shit!
somnolent
schizophrenic
securely
skewered
shards
never
met
a
man
so
entertained
by
his
own
awaking
when
you
blood run
damned
emotions
wash
away
how
much
i
chip
away
at
myself
oh
hold
me
tight
love!
for
as
surely
as
i'm
blooming
i'm
fading
still
he
looks
and
fails
to
see
me
in
all
my
brilliancy
he'd
rather
it
her
or
any
other
SHE
though
my
common
sense
IS
a
savancy
ambassadors
of
god
they
show
the
world
their
smiley
faces
i
can't
take
you
with
me
when
i
go
to
bed
just
your
smell
on
my
skin
and
your
voice
in
my
head
does
my
lover
know
me
not?
beneath
this
skull
what
i
have
got
is
a
good
brain
it's
quite
a
strain
to
re
inform
him
such
a
lot
why
do
you
have
to
be
any
thing
why
can't
you
just
be