Busy body

Chug a coffee Keep it solid Strong and stable Stripes and fables Lines in sand Rows of grave holes Life’s Las Vegas No hours contract No hours contact Times held back Behind cash stacks Behind fat cats Thrice blind rats Stay the course Fight the tide Run the mill Read my lines Read on Or read over Never between Every defeat Cleverly seen As flaw or crack Stacks all packed In your subordinates Like insecurities Similar to injury It’s not me it’s you It’s not fair it’s true If we change anew Thoughts enough Swallow the juice Gas the bees Gotta make honey Sweet dreams

ire

Rain down you ashy titan
a heavy chain of heated ions
tied on throats of weeping lions
the sea of Egypt red and rising
solitude to isolation
glossy eyes with gripping vessels
but the grip of canines causes rising tension
explanation:
Perplexed
enraged
the delivery that never came
the lie dissolved upon re-entry
the loss of love
death of many
Angry sad
the hopeless lad
swelled with pain
stitched up mouth

Expectations

I think I might die.
I hope that's okay,
I don't know if you loved me,
if you did you might cry.

I miss all the living.
I'm left with a life,
if a verb has no feeling,
its a noun deep inside.

But my words have no meaning.
Without action racing behind,
like that frayed and tethered cord,
plunging to its final snap.

Yet if my skin turns palid.
Just like festering maggots,
then the flies on my corpse,
gain more purpose than I did.

I don't want my life.
I hope it's not bitter,
but even if I fail to use my gifts,
MAMA DIDNT RAISE NO QUITTER!

So every sitting shower,
with every beer I've downed,
crowding all around me,
the choir announcing,
that I will fail,
"how astounding".

I wasn't born to stick the landing.
I don't cry because I'm failing,
I am not lost but simply floundering,
When I rise tomorrow,
I will smile again.

whole words

Love
over the years we lose
vying for what we want
even if it ends

Hate
anyone who grips your pretty ankles
taunting at your hope
even if you're wrong

Trust
revel in those who earn it
understand it will be lost
stand against the storm
till you break and fall

Stop
tell me the facts are lying
obey my desperate wish
please me when I'm wrong

Go
only two letters make me one again

Self satiety

Do you have a passion

or are you just abjectly

walking through glass house's

fixated on what's watching 

the focus of white watchers

while thinking of which want

will impress your onlookers

what makes you inferior

shirts or interior 

the fiery soul ripped

out a defrosted freezer

dream to be neon

don't last for eons

brightly burn out

or be shattered in fear

of the bold and the bright

there's no colour in light

but bleed on a bulb

if red is all you want.

Trust me

I've never felt healthy While bad men are wealthy With fancy whips Wristwatches and jewelry Girlfriends kept cruelly Close to the bedroom While others creep in Ain’t it slick How they slip Out of girls who aren’t her Never admit Never Quit Keep spluttering Muttering virile shit Then smiles for the gram While she cries behind him Friends won’t deny him Cause silver tounges Spray redemption And apologetic half confessionals Shame about her Sucking devil dick Tastes better than honesty If only the charm he had modestly Reduced like his moral reach While the meandering and pandering Lands into a final straight Why are you a shitty friend?

Veg stock

take a little bit of sadness

throw it deep inside the pot

don't tell anyone about it

we want emotions to be lost

now leave the pot in a corner

feverish but out of sight

check on it late at night

scream bloody murder inside

cut yourself and let the blood run in

take the hate you have and add it in

over time the pile will grow

with fetid greens and moldy fuzz

seeping juice and virile gasses

the mass inside the pot should be dense

mucus clinging with depressing strength

more than you've got 

less rot than your heart

or broken parts

matter of fact this pot of filth is worthwhile

but your not 

so piss off

crawl into your own pot 

shrivel into something useful 

like veg stock

but even your the worst of the lot 

I love veg stock

versatile and cheap

compared to meat

better still 

while being flavour filled

cures the sad and ill

without the need to be distilled

I love the broth it coats my lips

sticks to my ribs and fills my hips

it's deep and rich an hot as fuck

it's overlooked that kind of sucks