Dont squander the gifts
Given to you,
You are more
Than what you have become!

Try to hit me
Your fist will pass
Right through my body.
I dont exist.
I am part of a dream.
Nothing is real,
The emotions you feel
Arent really there.

Try not to see
I am last
Behind no body.
Clench your fist,
It aint what it seems
The hand you deal
The hurt you feel
Isn't real.

Push down the keys
To make the special melody.
Making a blanket of sound
To cover the silence.

Move your hands
Press down lightly, and again.
Harmony sweetly sings
It's special song
Written just for you.

Blanket of notes
Swells, quietly bubbling
Through slim fingers,
Then suddenly stops
As the lid shuts,
Only to flow again
Next time.

Move with the grace of a drunk rhino
The elegance of a sledge hammer
The speed of a drugged sloth
The beauty of a dagged sheep
The subtlety of a T-rex,
And wish, oh wish for the end
Of this flaming dance!

The eye of sinful man
Thy glory may not see...

Pebbles hiss softly
At the running water.

Waves lap gently
At your bare feet
Caressing the sand
They spill, then retreat
Back to the deep.
They dip low
Then burst high
Extending watery tips.

Only to be swallowed
Assimilated into the sea.

The water that takes
The edge off the rocks
Flows over the broken heart
To fill in the cracks
And bring back the smile.

Board the new 'exciting' plane
Everything so new, so clean
Furiously things fairly gleam!

Your so happy, so excited
That you dont seem to notice or care,
That things dont add up.

Then it hits you, everyone lookes the same.
Everyone smiles the same smile
And laughs the same laugh.

The gleam is not from the plane,
But the sun outside pushing through the dark window
The only true light.

Find the door outside to the light.
I am still looking for the only way
Without hijacking what I have.

Clouds must be wearing mascara
Because they leave black marks
Where the Rain falls.

Smile to the new day
Things are looking up.
Today will be good.
It's all good,
Your life is going up,
So smile.

He drinks
She drinks.
They drink,
But not together.

My Job.

Quivers and droops
On the sterilised table.
Poor thing in abject misery.

It's truck smashed ribcage
Falls and rises shallowly
Beneath your sweaty hands.

Snip away that patch of hair.
Sad eyes meet yours, look away.
Push the needle beneath the skin.

Push the plunger to end misery.
Small cry as legs buckle, sinks
Onto the table top, eyes glazed.

Upset at the death my hand has caused.
But I have to do this many more times.
Ahh well, life goes on...

For me.

MindMaker

I can't make up my mind. I made another blog, but I don't know what to do with it. It's not an easy choice for me. I made another one to stop the people I know from reading it. It was a thingy to sort of protect myself from others opinions, and to stop people from knowing more about me personally I suppose. My blog has done good in the two odd months I've had it, but it has also done a few, er, not so good stuff. My poetry was exclusively personal, and maybe I should return to that.
This new blog. Deleted. All or nothing, and I picked nothing.

Thoughts Today

Back away
Leave it lay.

Take the Rain.
It is your name.

Use it well,
Or it will be stolen.

Exausted and tired
This blog is expired.