The lovers

Who are we

And are we equal

I’ve seen you a few times

Is there a sequel?


A woman has cares

A women has woes

Whilst her lover

Off he goes


What began

 in Ancient Greece

That a rose

A lover needs


Do we live in Victorian times

Where the women draw the blinds

No we don’t we live on-line

Where casual sex is all very fine


The yin and yang

A concubine

A whirlpool

A waste of time


Selfish creatures

Stalking the web

What use do they have

But to bring home some bread?


Cleaning the house

And baking biscuits

Isn't it your turn

To do the dishes?


Showing off

You think you're tough

But you fit me

like a glove


Confounded man

Has got me trapped

Taking my love

And not giving it back


While I spend hours

To work off the fat

Look in the mirror

An old woman stares back


If I could kiss you

Get to know you

Because Pandoras

box is open


So you're thinking

I could give you

your desire

Because it's the way, you are wired


While my face burns

In a blush of fire

On my knees

With you up higher


Lover please now

Go away

Theres more to life

Than sugar dates


There's roads

To freedom

There's places I go

That no-one knows


So lover please now

Let me be

Where I live

In chastity


In a wood

Down by a grove

Where the graceful

Horses trode


But there my lover

Comes to me

Where we hide

Amongst the trees


And doth take me violently

Whilst my flowers scatter

In the breeze

As we women, live to please


And after  sunset

 With the moon on the rise

 He tells me he's all out of time

And leaves me with some leftover wine


Then he doesn't call me on Valentines

Surfs into my room as if everything's fine

What on earth is wrong with their minds

That they dare commit these crimes?


And if by chance out in the woods

While he's hunting for the kill

I should give him such a look

He'll come again my lover will.

White Hara

My Black soul

Nothingness

Perfectionism, conflict, ha!

Just a few moments

A few hours for me

Why couldn’t they see

What with all that ennui

That I just need peace

Like the Buddha needs the

Shade, of the holy fig tree.

Survival

Driving through the desert

In that beat up Peugeot

That had no aircon

We were patient

There was scenery rocks, shepherds

Avoiding the terrorists

Going places

Racing along quite well really

Trying to get to the Dead Sea

To the oasis

So Ori and I could show Mum

That place

And float

Have mud baths

Bath in the spring

Then going on to the red sea

Beaches, hotels

Going on to the pyramids

Camels, horses, Arabs.

The magnificent desert

With Bedouin, sparrows and leopards

Spanning Millions of years

of survival.

Rain

The word is God
But I can't manage that,
I end up sounding like
A used car salesman
(God give her a line)

Physical things
I can handle better
But I wish I hadn't
Sent that letter
(He wouldn't be my valentine)

You know, the raw stuff
A brisk walk
Laying down blinking
And sex, yes I'm good those things
(Sometimes, when the weather is fine)

But I just sit around with Con
He's my bestie
While all other peeps are at work
Talking shit about the test series
(Sometimes we talk in rhyme)

See here, it's akrasia
Words just drive me
All the crazier
Knowing best, but acting lazier
(I'm just me, and I'm fine)

God forgive me
For being a dumbass
Exploiting the World Wide Web
And talking brass
(Just give me some time)

More

Normal people have more

Of everything

Than I do

They have more mind

They get more fucks

They have more rocks

Efficient master clocks

I think I’ve had more shocks

Taken more knocks

One door opens

Another locks

You can moan and whine

or wine and dine

But all the same

You fall behind

You draw an arrow

in a bow

and aim and fire

at the enemy below

But they come

And they come

And they come

The blows of time, the tears of sorrow

So woe, I just don’t know

what to do sometimes

I’m just aware

It cost a dime

To read my chart

That spoke, only of, a broken heart.

Haha

How did it go
these middle of the night poems
all about angst and lust
I like the things you do
I like it when you belt my bum all blue
Octs I can't remember
it all used to rhyme
It all made sense
And was all about you
And being cool
All about needing
Your wonderful tool
Don't go to far
But we might be in love
Unless you mess with my heart
Get it together let's make a start
I think we click
I just love sucking
Your beautiful dick
I love Mcdonalds
Cars and sweats
Don't want anything else
Cause you're the best in bed

Hard Times

Delirium Tremens

Men

Menstruation

Menacing dreams

Nausea

Nightmare fag addiction

Dereliction

Delinquency

Shells at the store

Aren't sea shells anymore

Jesus be my Shepard

Our spirits restore

We ever lack

We often just want more

Help us be content

Hear the Lions roar.

I like the moon.

I believe in faeries doing mischief in the woods
I believe that one day I'll end up where I should
You should find some change under you pillow
for when you lose a tooth
And when the moon turns round and yellow
Beware of the werewolf
When the stars come out to play
Make a truthful wish
And when you find a penny in your pudding
Don't forget to thank your Mum for the dish
When you lose at wishing bone
make sure you're happy for the winner
And when you find some nuggets of gold
Be grateful to the spinner
When you're off out to play
Be sure to be home in time for dinner
And remeber Jesus words so wise to
Forgive the sinner.

Traveller

Traveling man
He's a hippy
Sailing 'round the world
Going to dance parties
And sleeping around.

Traveling man
He's a magic man
A black magic man
Cooks his breakfast
In a frying pan

Traveling man
Where is he now
He loved me once
But he's forgotten how
And the world comes
Tumbling down.

Traveling man mustn't miss me
Compared to all those sights and sounds
I only want it
With the lights turned down

Traveling man
Free to be me
Jet setting
With all the other crazies
First he's manic
Then he's lazy

Traveling man
Don't look down on me
I'm doing my own thing
I don't need criticism
or anything mean

Traveling man
With all his plans
A famous DJ
With thousands of fans
All I have left
Is the memory of holding hands.

Blindfolded

I love the smell of
Fresh chopped wood
On mossy ground
that's underfoot

I love the scent of lavender
Just out the back,
By the kitchen door
There grows a bush

And what about
A watery brook
of rock and sand
and myrtle wood

Or the aroma
of Jasmine
As you go upon
A suburban walk

Who can forget
The fragrant Franjipani
one, my first love
tucked into my hair

Chanel no 5 at night
Just like Marylin Monroe
Spray a little
Upon your pillow

And how about
Freshly baked bread
And ham and eggs
And roast dinners

Incense on the altar
Sandalwood through your hair
A hot toddy
Made with spices rare.

Just a few
olfactory delights
In all the world
Of sugar and spice.