The day begins

Without sin

Food from the earth

Replenish within

The day starts

A lonely heart

Again no thoughts

Just only let’s start

The dawn breaks

She moves and shakes

Dogs to walk

The pain is great

Phone turns on

The mask is on

Whom will she meet

Their smiles so fake

Afternoon comes round

Ever so fast

Nearly home

A smile at last

The world has changed

These thoughts of blue

The only truth

Lives inside you

At night alone

Let yesterday rest

For tomorrow lies

Another test

What is this for

Why do we exist

To follow a life

Without sin

The mimic

Tries her lyrics

But little did she know

The tales were lies

Said your spies

Whilst others told so and so

Thought she knew

The thoughts of Blue

Then started her tales of few

Left her man

He was a ham

But a good man said all he knew

Now I digress

In her white dress

Her lover used her too

Not for her words

Her beauty nor charm

For that she lacked in too

Her lover the poet

As we know it

Sent her back home again

West over oceans

On his island

Grew weary quickly friend

The mimics man

Stretched out his hand

Took her back again

Her minds not one

No not a pun

The madness flows from her pen

I had the pleasure

For she had measured

Entrusted me with her affairs

Whilst I listened

As she glistened

With promised love and royalties too

Said your words

Her story blurs

Was all written now here’s a clue

Others enfold her

And never scold her

she mimics the words of others

But then there’s another

A mother a lover

Whom craves the poet’s attention

She also mimics

Frolicks and turns tricks

But her words are like fluid retention

All bottled within

Under her skin

She’s bursting at the seams

Watching the fire

A boy you sired

Latched onto him as he streams

I sit on my throne

But never condone

The pettiness and lies they tell

They mimic the one

Think they have won

Yet he still sees Her and longs to set sail


The waves crashing against the shore, Wind howling as the branches tore, of the tree above me, Will I go no I won’t leave, I’ll push the boundary we call luck. I’ll stay put with my junk. This junk I own the last of stuff. Before I had more but now it’s tough. The beach is my home, the trees my shelter. No debts or loans, yes life is sweeter. So I’ll stay here until the morrow when daylight comes there’ll be true sorrow….

The laugh

Of one not quite there

She lives in a world of untruths

With no care

For those she will hurt

It’s evident and clear

Her lies and manipulation

Change direction and steer

They told me to watch her

Why bring her to the fold

Because she is close

And mad and cold

So release her and give her

something to relish

Or am I being

Too forward and selfish

White Knight

Laughs with ease

Dimples in cheeks

Smiles and pleases

To all the masses

He knows no fear

Solid as a rock

Mopping strangers tears

A little jig here

A rose for you there

The White Knight is busy

Fair maidens he cares

So bat those fake lashes

Shed foxy tears

Whenever the White Knight

Is heard and appears

If you’re in distress

Ask him any question

He’ll never digress

He craves women’s attention

He is called the White Knight

On his stallion he gallops

I’m sure he has pleased you

Did he sing you a ballad ?

Imagine if…

Love is what brings me to my knees

The Holy Ghost one two three

Religion commands my soul

We’re all stuck in a fish bowl

But what if this all ain’t true

They’ve killed the masses once we’re through

For a purpose to which is untold

Lookup the skies seek and behold

The glow is getting brighter

A star so big so strong a fighter

Knocking all in it’s way

A knight so bright all it slays

So grab your freedom and all you love

Almighty God help all the doves

The prophet he shall return

All that’s evil he will burn

Imagine if all that’s true

Was a lie what a shame I’m blue….

A liar has moved in

I’ve known for a little while now

Oh how she cries like a cat meows

When hungry and won’t let up

Always taunting hey what’s up

The fake ness is overbearing

Her lying and her sharing

Of stories old and boring

Move on he yells whilst snoring

Change your tune little one

As the the fight has not been won

Yes his attention to you ruffled feathers

So sorry to hear you didn’t take the weather

Indeed he mentions others too

But really the glass slipper is not your shoe

It belongs to his queen

Who’s hardly seen

So I forgive you for thinking he was alone

As you see you’ve been fooled

Like a dog with a bone

A little ditty for your tune

Here she goes again

Here she goes again oh oh oh

Falling swaying twirling oh oh oh oh

That sinking feeling oh oh oh oh

You’ve been there once before

You’ve been there once before

The pulling undertow

The pulling undertow

The crash and the burn

The crash and the burn

The nothing left to say

She’s left her body sways

The promises you made

The fabric as it frays

Just ashes on the floor

Go running for the door

Vacant eyes

Searching the room

The promises she made

A good thing she just blew

Here she goes again

Falling swaying twirling

That sinking feeling

You’ve been there once before

You’ve been there once before

Go running for the door

Go running for the door

Don’t want to

Don’t want to

Bleeding words forevermore

Don’t want to

Don’t want to


There she goes

Eyes roll back

The words she lacks

Black magic

In love and war casualties a must

But who or what can we trust

Witches and warlocks elves and pigmies

Are some of the few circling thee

You lust for the new to fuel your breath

Heart is a pumping within your breast

The silver key of darkness and triangular top

Eye within eye all sight was lost

Hear them all crying moaning and hurt

The soldier of height has fallen from his hearth

A long haired white witch has joined her crew

You were her gremlin her soldier of blue

Never was a white witch for the story is written

Of black she was always but now you are bitten

Do not listen the fruits of loin has a plan

To rock you of your pedestal and drop you where you stand

The demons and warlocks of black magic dance around

The contract was written hear them scream blood is found

Instincts are powerful so listen to them

Not the voice of the loins but a friend of a friend.