messy field

warning ,

satanic wordplay is at work here

kicking in barn doors laughing

the other day i found out that cromwell got the fa-buck da digged up and hung

information is exciting

being smacked in the face was much better

there's nothing like blood

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

open wide

loyal to demonic activities

get the chanting going

brains stout behaving like im on holiday in the

front room with the window open

schizophrenia is no joke

forgot where i was alot

im defeating me

fuck the end of the world join in

with the idea of a new beginning

speak at will

hatred is amazing is nothing else

digging my grave

fuckin cycle 10 miles have 8 pints ride back pissed

going over the handle bars at a personal fairground

top stuff

nice one your support got absorbed

and i may not know how to spell correctly

i am poor in most things except

fighting and in the world of making love

i ain't ever had a problem

self distruction mode

cliff bound

kind of would'nt be against abit of a box ,

fuck paper i need a horse

im here to call the judgemental losers

yes i understand your better than me in living

i could'nt give a shit basicly to be perfectly honest

there's reason's why i have to keep to myself

meet me ? im just your mirrored image

playing the part

stroke shadows

think my first poem was a s note

think i thought it was sick n i rather liked it

im loyal beyond word's

i find it difficult speaking

i already understand it's a deep mental problem

sometimes i have to wonder how much of me

stayed on a hill in allihies

im nearly crying ,

but i've shamenistic friend's that hug my soul

when i burst

it's often my girlfriend who help's me back

faceing forward , up for tomorrow

i wish i could wipe mud on my face ,

drink from a well ,

demented

for sure , for sure ,

im not getting well drunk im a

recovering nutter

gotta have a laugh everywhere

got to die when your time happen's

where does the vented anger go ?

if im vexted does that effect collective conscienceness?

perhaps im taking the mirror down to the cellar with some toothpaste lubricant

never said c@*t

soz

sucking cobwebb's

covered in dust and absolutely buzzing

so what i got born in early may but was supposed to be late july.

and on each and every birthday i felt closer to death

with it all in my head

the inner conversations the 4 am deadline

the 3 minutes past 3 moment's of mayhem

i write because i don't like

putting myself into awkward situations

i know what i mean and it is minor devastating

and although it hurt's i try to ignore !

i think now to my death bed

because i know one day i'll be there

it will be me

gonna be summoning spirit's somehow

things you discover in sleep

the things you can do in dreams

the atoms that link

like when i close my eyes i'd love to be able to discribe the feeling's

can't say what anything means

im kind of breathing without my say so fuck know's what's going on ,

i love hitting mission's that shit has saved my life

and the word's of people haunt me in a good way

living has got to be great

ON A REAL LEVEL if you want to buy a walter scott drink's globe check me back

im talking cheapish fantastic artwork it has on it unmoved since it was got new

i'd pop it on e bay but im too lazy n i do not knowing anything about it ,

stumbling romancer

back wheel feeler

soppy over a tavern porter having a slow dance with a reverend

with the mud on my face i was alway's after

i knew it would happen

i put hours into being alone to think about my thought's

im not saying i reckon thats good

what does above and beyond mean ?

and also can i explain what i want ?

i abolished the performer last august

moody sod ,

i'd rather visit wales than feel the need to want to read in front of human being's

it is mainly embarassing before alot but afterwards more ,

it's not like being out in the open

surrounded by life busy living where everything's makeshift

searching for a pen

turning my life around

only ... it's just .... i feel stuck

like papillions dear friend who became too eager

always pay attention to the subconscience

join in ,

win

greeting's

fucking thank's big time your inside my mind alright

and truthfully somethings telling me things making me deal with personal issues

im not so full of myself i generaly put myself down

the only good advice i can possitive give is

time and effort

and i do not ever beleave i am top no not ever at all even if you catch me half pretending know underneath

in at the core ,

and wherever else matter's

i dint mean to cause offence i was just simple abit stupid ,

and if the truth be told i spent my early life giving myself a hard time ,

where i can not bare to mutter

and how stranger's can save other's in the most unusual way's

i put you off

i naturaly act like im going to be hated expecting nothing to like me

don't worry im just stupid

i know nothing of knowledge

might as well deleat my brakes whilst im at it

disconnection compleat easy peezee

hey peace am writing

once its in my head im like a dog on a throne

not belonging and so getting off ,

i hope this is love

im fed up of the fairground

i should stop moaning but ive worked for 10 years and now just can't sleep anymore

it's ok

watch traffic or do something

and it really is the little thing's that are importanting

thought i just lost all of this was a horrid moment mind you go go through many

my fault not fitting the mould

kind of wished to be unknown

but right now i dream of us at an open fire

where i'd feel comfortable enough to cry as i talked

so thanks then Tina Clay where ever she was born i'd like to visit

the tears come real

rather haunted

nothing to see here

my mate said that if i acted like a tormented artist

spectators would plunge into it with bad vibes

god damn right

what does be carefull mean

whatever it is i certainly will

took me the best of 10 years to do that a,b,c poem

now it takes half an hour to read

in-a-bit