mer de l'amour
Tuesday 1 March 2011
Monday 8 June 2009
creamy dreams of green
you homebound child.
im trying very hard
aaaooow
grabbing your hands
my grin flowing out
of your bedroom window
kites, red and black!
your hands are getting sweaty as
i march you up the hill
i turn your head
with a twist
to look at your life.
the same world as i live in
occasionally.
im trying very hard
you have your eyes shut.
i drag you through the pub
call a pint in and
pour it down your shirt.
i leaned in to a man
another man
and your eyes shut tighter.
you have so much love
coming in from places everywhere.
i get you up
we walk to the canal
your on your knees
using my gun i hit your arse
in you go.
setting fire to the bridge.
cars catch the flames
it looks pretty you know darling.
you look dead
floating away.
i want you back
wading, coming up fast.
i hold you
still you sleep.
hoping you'll wake
i leave you
creamy dreams of green.
you may understand.
but i have my doubts.
my love.
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as we look right up
were not seeing blue
it is lemony sweet
and purple haze.
i cannot breathe
you cannot breathe
i love you
i love you
i love you
with all my senses
opened up.
your a bright bright man
like a little child
with his machines.
i love to keep you in my warm ocean.
i love to set my eyes on yours.
it hurts becasue i cannot tell you with words
i could fly
with my energy
i love you
i want you
can you take my love
can i take yours
its so powerful
i hope the world can see.
work is nothing.
i love you
Sunday 7 June 2009
Time is change
Change is time.
Sleep is long
Long is love
The hurt and pain
The wait in vain
The lust of your date
The filthy weight.
Before I knew you existed
I new you would make me happy
I hadn’t met you
You hadn’t met me
And all the time
All I was waiting for
was a dreamOf the 8th line.
One I thought would never come.
I never thought id find anything else here.
But oh how I have felt.
You have found a pearl.
And I have found life.
i can time travel
Saturday 6 June 2009
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THE WORLD ON A BOY
one day he felt low, he loved this girl but she was so out of reach.the saddest thing was she was standing right inforn of him. that day the weather was breezy, overcast and the mood it brought was that of being lost. he made his way into school, checking his hair in a window reflection, and breathing deeply. his father was so stressed out, it was as though at times almost posessed. as he left his fathers car that morning, he felt so tearfull, the walls of his world began uncontrollably melting. sometime in that long day he got out his tin. he sat amoungst the earth and drew a deep breath, the aroma rose as his senses heightened. he picked himself up hoping to feel euphoric and relaxed. as he walked into the school his body began to morph, the faces of the people were the tinniest bricks in the wall as he shot of into space through light years.later that day talking to the lady he loved became hard as he found it no easier, he struggled on and grew tired, tripping with his paint. he let it slosh about. his lady noticed him only a little for reasons not of any importance to him.again that day he checked his eyes in a mirror the panick set in, they were bludshot, golfballs splattered in red paint. and were thoses eyes his? was this life a joke? was this the trueman show? and those deeper thoughts got too deep, they dug and dug and dug until he was left alone shaking in his bed. his heart raced that night, he thought of the future and the dread began to spread over his slender body......