Back in the dark

Bin away,
but not thrown away.
Recycled or just returned,
not rubbish anyway.
A denizen of the dark.
A heady swirl serves a savage welcome;
with vapourous cosh a welcoming smile.
Home returned the gloom greets.
A denizen of the dark.
So back in the fug,
senses stymied and output obscured.
It's the same old, same old.
For a denizen in the dark.
Back to tread to streets of grime, no shine;
Pen hits paper, thoughts unwind; but we're in the dark, this could be unkind.
Pace and rhyme just metrics in time, and we'll be on the run; we'll be victims and crime.
A denizen in the dark.

Idle time

Like a whore, whose legs are swayed by the jingle of a purse;

So a flag flaps funny in the wind.

No mind, no integrity its pimp like mast erect to its brazen flutter.

Choices we like to think that are made with the depth of integrity, the fulfilment of soul and being;

They are but prostituted, flapping in the wind.



Us many, we deluded mass.

We hope in fear, and fear our hope.

Freedom is a bestial prison of choices.

We dare to dream and damned in a nightmare.



Give us each day our daily poison,

Keep the mind and body feeble.

A tablet, pill or lie.

Tax in life and tax in death.



Ramble and roam with thoughts,

Fall down a rabbit hole.

Wherever that may lead.

We’re gone.

Good intentions

My good intentions lay crumpled and dirtied,
cast aside, scattered to the whims of wherever they fall.
They'll be discovered soon,
shamed memory will cosh my mind.
My good intentions on the floor,
my good intentions laying in the gusset of your knickers.
Your knickers laying stripped and forgotten,
with my good intentions,
on the dirty, dirty floor.

I stood proud with good intentions,
Yeah, we know what goes before a fall.
With those good intentions I would be home soon.
Guess I clung with vain hope to those good intentions.
I had good intentions, but I needed good deeds.

The first beer was not a mistake,
but after the fourth not to have a fifth would have been the mistake.
Or so it seemed.
Not sure a drunkards perception counts for much,
not as much as the credit limit on this card.

As her hips gyrated and the music thumped,
I ordered another drink.
Well I tried, the order was lost between the hoped for promises of her surgeon sculpted breasts.
I ordered women and wine,
my good intentions falling closer to the floor.

I never made it back to your door.
Got lost along the way.
Had good intentions,
they got crumpled and spoiled on the floor.

Hit by a car,
smashed, up-ended killed against the floor
Walking back, at that hour,
trying to salvage good intention.
Scraping what I could from the crumpled gusset of the knickers,
of some whore.

You never knew what kept me from your door,
what late night errand had me in that part of town.
Do you suspect of my sin?

Or,

Is all you hear a silent din.

Wolf

I'm running
You can hear, can't see
If you'd stop you'd smell
That is your own fear


Not stopping
Always hunting
Not in forest or wilderness
In your mind


All teeth and snarl
Claws sharp too
Etching in your mind
A primal fear


I'm strong and wild
Free and lose
You're caged and weak
Bound and restrained


I can smell the morning dew
Touch rays of sun in morning's reveille
Become alive with nature
Know who I am


How many shackles jangle when you wake
Do you yearn to forget the identity that waking reveals
Can you feel the golden glisten of nature
Do you know who you are


?


I am the wolf
Predator
Wild and free

Vice

We all have our vices,
 and we all pay our prices.
Treasure 'n' blood, or maybe just psychosis.

Million reasons not to,
just takes one to do.
Our honor and pride, we just let it slide.

Under the rug,
We fear a revealing tug.
Exposure is closure, yet it makes the vice more nicer.

Lurking in wait

Time falls,

and the deadline looms.

A banished barrage hails no boom, boom, boom.

Silence.

An eerie smile portends a knowing beast.

You've made your choice,

rolled the dice.

Coin tossed and cliche ticked.

It knows your fate.

Hidden.

Teasing and peering;

out of sight, is not out of mind.

Waiting, it's hoping.

The stumble, the tumble, your fumble to it's rumble of delight.

Embraced.

Your doom in an embrace of bloody delight,

shredded flesh stripped from a tormented soul.

Fucked.

Woken.

Petrified perspiration from a possible fate.

Head in a spin tying guts in a knot.

Decision awaits you.

And a beast lurks in waiting.

Past

What did you utter, into the night?

The same moans and groans as you do with me?

Did you promise your body; your soul; the earth and stars - and all that falls between?

Have his fingers walked, stalked and pressed the paths of your skin; those highways and byways, the roads mine now travel?

To your pleasing smile, was he led on?

Do you whisper in my ear like you whispered in his? Same words, same entice, same device.

It's me that touches you now, but who do you imagine is holding you tight?

Betrayed to a ghost of who I replaced.

So who could you lay with where the words would ring true?

You couldn't trust the time that we now share.

And heard only echoes when I spoke my heart.

Well could you trust hers?

Did she give you something that was lacking in me;

or, was she just a service so you could fuck me?

We all have a past; but not a virgin, not a whore.

I gave you all and it drove you mad.

Just whose at the wheel as you car crash your life?

Will she nurse you better, as your madness subsides, 'cause you wont find me there.

A whore!

You're a fool!

I gave you my heart.

You lied and deceived: stole to amuse.

Well what do you want, a girl with no past?

I wanted you; but you're smoke and mirrors.

He said you're no good.

So you've spoken to him, the proof of your lies.

Get a grip, a word's no fuck.

Well here's a fuck you, from my little friend.

You quoted Pacino!!! As you've shot me dead.

Now my throat's as tight like my trigger finger.

Well another fuck you, no crappy film quote, your lunch that I make: I've poisoned you dead!