I won’t take tea with you

beautiful tormentor, love of eternity
thousand daggers piercing sanity
evening masses, streets and passes
unnoticed in this deep trance,
can not steal a mole, let alone your soul
certainly unfit for romance
I won’t take tea with you
coffee is another matter, perhaps later,
unable to refuse your charm
association deep harm
will die in a ditch, as an overdosed snitch
and blame squarely lies on you

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Trashed, smashed in pieces

listen to a fork on the road,

a dork on the road

a log, was part of a stump,

cut in pieces, left as a rump

million bottles of plastic, rubber dump

thousand refuse sites, garbage jumps

more and more,

more landfill, more to store

future generations,

your future so sore, let’s ignore

this subject so bore,

talk about beauty and glamour

parties and clamour,

for each new product, to throw the old

where, which way, on street,

in what fold, more and more sold

and we are just told,

it is going to be fine,

here is some wine,

I recommend a beautiful place to dine,

they only serve fresh,

any food what is left,

will be not be kept,

goes to a trash

ironic, isn’t it, hash and rehash,

all stories, still they end up in a stash

pilling up, one by one, filing up,

apparently the only reusable

place on this terrain, humble brain

Perhaps one day that become disposable,

human dose-able, with daily intelligence,

throw away your useless thoughts,

apparently they are not polluting,

ignoring what is best,

for next generation and the rest,

we, the self proclaimed lords of this universe,

miserably failing that test,

left in the mouth ignoble taste

Nothing can be undone in haste,

takes time to change behaviours,

million thousands saviours

are required before even first green shoot comes out,

Earth smiles again, the mother who has lost all her

conscientious daughters, valiant sons,

to unnecessary violence and million guns,

can see the revolution, and final resolution to all ills,

annihilation still, being too late, tempting fate’s ironic hand

 

Unending wait at Piccadilly circus

Pulse moving
aimlessly, desire free
Nothing changes
view ranges
far to infinity
devil to divinity
Insinuating lust, love
depends who is
watching, wonder
rain and thunder
thoughts asunder
colossal blunder
Youth plunder
away sense,
nonsense of being
nuisance it seems
of life so far
mere mortal
to a star
reaching highs
suddenly, lies
of day dreams shattered
Touch of loved one mattered
the most, mere thought
of distance takes away breath
filling it with poison air
heart has never been fair
who cares, I don’t, while
I wait in this aimlessly
selfish, devilish crowd
eyes shamelessly
searching, knowing
you will never be back

Parallel

Side by side
you and me
Just a kiss in between
a mere heartbeat
moving in the same direction
same moments
away, alone,
watching, staring
never daring
to change the path
to cross the line
saving parallel
universes
angel, divine
who are you,
can’t be human
as I lay myself bare
waiting for your stare
to touch me somehow

Advice

Be strong
sing the most valiant song
not before long
you will find, your redemption
to your satisfaction
Ignore the rest,
that pain, such hurt,
that kiss and his flirt
Listen to me
treat the past, like filthy dirt
washed up old shirt
Your future is bright
it will have joy and delight
be strong, carry on
kick the tyres,
rekindle fires
within you
to get you through
See to it
Be to it
just don’t ever
never never
Quit

Death threat (dive into the dark end)

Scribbled long
pain filled letter
death matters,
life in tatters,
unending wish list,
deeds to be done
extremely injurious,
poisonous gun
nothing a surprise,
nonfactual surmise,
thrill dissipated,
vanquished starter
standing naked in
iced cold water
words assist in
lost purpose found
motivation chained
maimed and bound
deep daring questions
unachievable quests
Armageddon primed
catastrophe lest
opportunities dark
demon shiny sparks
continuous torture
blood soaked marks
each letter describe
blackened fate
dripping venom
hated hate
deeper than abyss
evening murder
evil madly runs away
assassins shudder
thoughts so red
blood appears white
parchment in possession
killed on sight

Fork

Decision to turn
Walk or run
Die or live
Take or give
Is, was, will be
Yours, don’t hesitate!