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She was the dream that never ended Her garden was always tended Technicolor flowers and trees Birds and bees But in the distance the shadowman danced when the sun set in the sky He spoke about the whereabouts of the moonchild Their child together a link they couldn't sever For they were divorced and divided The shadows grew when the moonchild rose The shadowman had the night,she had the day But the shadowman kept the child from her For if the child chose it would be midnight forever and the shadowman was manipulative and clever His son he always spoilt with many gifts but his son the moonchild sleeps and dreams of his mother He will never hurt her or any other. But sometimes on a eclipse The moonchild steals the suns light and his father and mother fight But he always gives it back. For the light of the Sun is blinding to the moonchild and he has to let it go So the sun will again glow.

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Jesus In words or song You have a home The foxes have holes You have a throne But was it fashioned or shaped By the love you had. Your followers remember the cross but do they know your teachings To aspire to be like you that is what you were preaching. Instead they say they are unworthy Of your love,sickness in the form of guilt For the way your life ended your blood spilt Should they know freedom is within And love is the kingdom of heaven on earth and we enter into its gates at our birth.

I cannot afford to smoke or drink That's not a bad thing but if I had benefit sanctions I think I'd fight back. I never asked to be disabled with schizophrenia my label will I ever work again? Will employers take a chance on me Nah I don't think so When all they want is profit This is nation of greed and coffin Dodgers With capitalism the un idealistic brother of communism. Who needs religion?

You've strangled my sunshine Pickled my mirth Buried my self respect under 6 foot of earth I am now cynical Of love flowers and chocolates Bunny rabbits and fluffy toys There is no joy when you use and abuse The way I feel You steal my thunder Plunder my pocket There has got to be some woman That'll take me the way I am But you can scram If you don't want me for me.

i am a fork in a world of soup a scout without a troop a landline phone in a world of mobiles a voicemail speed dial a punchline which is a slow poke a old bloke surrounded by stylish gits a thong in a world of bras and tits Facebook without the pictures selfies without the right angle a pen in a tangle a stranger in a crowd nuff said not loud a cuppa tea in world of coffee a defenceless toffee in a world of chocolate biscuits don’t risk it or me cause i am too different a black sheep in a world of white a short skirt in a world of jeans a nghtmare in a world of dreams. you may look you may stare but i am the unknown you have to find me a home.

You don't really know me but I know you She said. Scars across her wrists Like red paths of pain Each one must of caused a blood stain I am the devil she says Raven black hair with eyes black that stare and bore into my soul Release me from the curse She says as I fall into my own story and hers I should have been her friend...

I am going to try to write a love poem It's a work in progress For I haven't met her you yet But I bet your really sweet Neat little hair do and long legs I could even change my job and my hobbies for you Screw that, scrub that out, For if you can't accept me for who I am How am I to get out with you at all I don't drive though I seem to have hit a metaphorical brick wall It seems that I don't qualify for a rebate on my looks and my word craft doesn't have the right hooks Or turn of phrase To get you to look at me and want to misbehave Yes I can make intelligent conversation But if we can only talk about what your doing then its stagnation One sided drivel And your making want to run away Yes it's a love poem and it needs some work Right now I seem like a jerk dont judge this book by its cover or preface I know sometimes I feel like a waste of space Love is sweet if you can just get a taste Let me be your one and only man I can do lots of things others can and even cant I know my eyes are rugby balls and I have glasses that slant But can I ask you to dinner please answer this Would you like to be my miss Not my miss take I realise I am not the catch of the century Situated residentially Rather than in a mansion But can you eventually find me attractive after a few glasses of wine I like sports but I am not divine When it comes to playing them I'd rather watch and I am told geek chique is in and I have geekiness in droves Can you love me please , can you say I suppose Or I'll have a think. Just please consider me as an option On Valentine's Day Or even after.

Tears of children fall with a thud On to the concrete like blood We are collectively Standing dis respectively On the bones of broken I am you and you are me We've been playing this life But it ain't no game For short term gain Karma is cause and effect I am a reflection of your psyche What is more likely Is that I am a ghost in your machine Living in your f*cked up daydream.

You had made it, your companions had all died or fled for their lives. The Dragons cave the treasure it was all yours. However you looked entranced at the mirror which gleamed with dragons head and green jewelled burning eyes. Not knowing of the ancient curse of the witch who owned the cave and its gleaming treasures. Suddenly your eyes of blue became slits of venomous green. The dragons curse was to become yours. Your heart beating faster and faster than ever before. Sweat was dripping out of every pore, skin reforming scaly and green. Blackened claws painfully breaking through all your fingernails. Your legs and arms flailing about as the pain becomes excruciating as there are sickening crunches as bones grow and reform. Your breath gasping then a roar as you exhale. Horns pierce through skin and scales breaking through your forehead. Your jaw breaks and moves forward into a reptile form. Teeth lengthen and grow sharp. Muscles once human and tired stretch and lengthen strengthen with every fibre reformed. Nostrils flare you are caught within the glare of the mirror again in the cave of the dead dragon a new dragon emerging from the hell of transformation. But instead of feeling sadness now you felt a fiery rage that you wanted to set free from its cage of constraint. The people of the city you came from who dismissed you as a vagabond are about to know the meaning of revenge.