Breaking apart — splinting at a crucial fissure.
It causes an eruptive displeasure.
Disquieted mind brushes strokes of bad blood around these elemental chambers.
This is my plea.
So, don’t arouse my anger.
Beaten hearts with a wooden spoon.
These wings will fly-
I’m a fledgling, not a buffoon.
Weep for the Teether’s – the naive doomed creatures.
They grow into adults
Dolly the sheep baa’ed down pilgrims resting on mothering Sunday.
Bloody miscarriages — that awoke the town from their walking slumber.
Think 6 nonsense thoughts a day to keep you sane!
Perforate these gums.
We’re merely animals lacking in humanity,
Evolved to maim the world for self depravity.
Governed by social media surveyors cohearsing joined up conversation into cursive bubbles.
Uttering bullocks — unravel the mind to overcome the low ebb of the tide.
Disquieted mind tumbles over.
Terribly tainted, it is prompted to conjure a pantomime.
San Francisco knights
Dangle buckle boots or bare feet over the bay.
The full moon is reflective.
Learned that life will conquer them too if it has its own way.
Make it a Wishing well.
Make it the Stage!
Exist or live….
Hell is on earth — uprise to increasing fees,
We’re bludgeoned to death
if we don’t pay.
Over and over.
More and more.
Gluttonous gloaters feed our souls community with skunk;
not from Bombay.
We walk around the streets in mobile psychosis.
We are a society fabricated from bedlam , deserted in these woods.
Wondering about other lands,
Running away from daggers armed by cloaks concealed behind hoods.
We dance around the pink elephant cuffed behind its cage — waiting for the trumpet,
To spray all 7 dynasties with glory seeds.
A trunk with roots in disarray,
This is Life that I seek to portray.
*Inspired by writers block, panic attacks, mental illness, injustice, isolation, fear and the song ‘San Francisco Knights by People Under The Stairs’
*Inspired by writers block, panic attacks, mental illness, injustice, isolation, fear and the song ‘San Fransico Knights by People Under The Stairs’