My Poetry and Jumbled up Thoughts

on fallen rain

set sail for each

corner of a puddle

are scuppered

when the day is shattered

and light matters to the

creatures of the night

be destroyed, he would

never allow mankind to

ruin his beautiful creation.

.

It seems to me that nobody

wants to believe in a God

anymore people are much

more inclined to believe we

came from monkeys, and in

the big bang theory and all

that.

Believe in the latter and no

wonder people are alarmed

that earth will end up being

annihilated.

Something to ponder on, how

we came into existence was

by God, he gave us a beautiful

planet to live on, look it up in

felt an eerie feeling

Watched the sun appearing

knew the day would linger

danced until night became

reasoning on life

more often than i

need sliced bread

Please could you

send me advice

often not as often

when I slipped on ice

while clearing the car of

snow while it sat on the drive

I gave you a stern look while

sat on the ground you just

spun around and let out a

huff and walked back inside

the house.

I told you that I thought my

back was broken, you just

looked at me and said, you've

got to be joking. I sat in the

bath for what seemed like

ages, tried to get out but my

body had seized up. I cried

out to you, babe I'm stuck!

You yelled back, I couldn't

give f**k! I stayed sat in the

bath till I shriveled up like a

prune remembering when

a love affair had bloomed

but had soon fallen apart

the light of day is growing

dim, nobody must see my

flabby skin, I forbid even

the sea to look at me when

wallowing in the depths

no place to find your feet

.

Just floating outstretched

looking up at constellations

a night time skinny dipping

in an ocean

.

Feeling like sleeping

letting out air, slowly sinking

into oblivion, going to where

a meadow beckons such

warm feelings

We lay down in warm

water dreaming while

Climbs into bed beside me

I feel the contours of her body

Touch her lips her cheeks

And fondle her hair. She grips

My hand and asks me if I'll

Always be there for her

I hold her tenderly and tell

Her that I'm leaving her for

soft and alluring, bumblebee's

circling it's mane settling on

it's blossom promoting sweet

fruits for the feathered variety

Will be the same as the

Last. I will have no presents

No cards, no turkey with all

The trimmings, no Xmas

Pudding, no crackers to pull,

No kiss underneath the

Mistletoe, I will probably

As a Springer

Spaniel could

Channel my

Negative thoughts

Into something

More up building

Something I could

Warm coasts

Permeate

Ancient woods

Hollows

Forrest's

Everything

Laid bare

To the cold

and a fading blue. Colours worth

savouring before they fade from

Just sleep in my birthday suit

Never put on my Sunday best

For church just wear jeans and

A checked shirt. Never wear

Black at a funeral wear colourful

Clothes celebrating the life of

I'm so sorry about this but I feel the

need to write about you again, sorry

friend.

Moon you stare at me and I stare

back. Moon I wonder if you're really

made out of cheese and why are you