Cashed my cheque at the sweet shop sales,

can call you up if all else fails.

My sugary lips tasting sweet under the smooth,

counting the blips in the telephone booth.

Smiling finger tips guilty of being rude,

completing the eating of this hungry food.

Luckily the smudges and fudges will wash out of my head,

just need time to lie down on my bed.

Under the duvet fragrant and flowery,

flashing my sunlight hourly.

Pictures now merging from head to tail,

I'm in a cleverly lined coat

and swimming with a note.

My telling of sadness for surroundings and places,

I'm a captain in my tearful sea.

Pulsing veins raise the pressure,

with sizeable fee.

I'm happiest when I'm writing my nakedness for you,

here's hoping you're brighter than my blue.

Chalked out and mapped out

and bowed out too soon.

Picked me up on that high-flying balloon.

Crazed when clothed in flesh eating spiders

that crawl slowly down the neck,

sometimes they make me feel sick.

Happiness is sadness too,

arrived home wailing the blues.

He had nothing but everything to loose.

Ten years gone by

still calling this place home,

watching out all alone.

Every day remained the same,

the life he once had stole the picture from the frame.

Hear his faint heart for love it once did cry,

but the years got up and passed him by.

If he were immortal he would live many lives,

but one was given

and one treads a path that denies.

His heart may be lonely but his soul is complete,

and sailed on the winds beneath the trees.

All was quiet then.

All that had been had past.

For we wept until winter,

and lay our heads down in ice filled beds.

The cold never entered our souls,

for the wings of one brushed us,

On the edge of the river from behind the trees, she sat by her lover,

painting the perfect scene. The world was the right way up and the

right way round but upside down.

Eyes spoke in flutters the words that were not uttered. Minds were on

there way out. Silence was prevailing, but hungry heads wanted to

shout.

Their feet on a valley of lilies blessed in fragrant bloom, lay silently

in their hearts across their landing and sitting room. Tangled and

until the bliss began to blister,

but hidden on the soul of a foot,

the weeping remained unseen.

Nestling foot in head,

the eyes were crushed and teeth were biting.

Screwing down the lid,

but the nails were still scratching.

Life was the egg with no warmth for its hatching.

A mind in destitution,

not deprived of conscious or subconscious thought.

will they flourish sweetly divine.

Harvest their heads, hearts, souls and minds.

Close the windows and shut the blinds.

For all that was now hidden and gone.

The new world grows nearer,

the water that trickled out from the tap.

The heart and soul overfilled in their sleep,

the heart had no more tears to weep.

The toils of the day build up on my window ledge,

between two halves of a whole lies a sturdy wedge.

The grass seems taller and so do the trees.

A mind of forests blow restless in the breeze.

My love and I will find each other again,

when upon a seasons arrival comes the rain.

Love will be sheltered in my lap,

where do the small people and pixies dwell.

At the bottom of the garden of tall bladed grass,

the weeds and daises and a bubble of fibreglass.

Their little greenhouses at the bottom of heaven and hell,

this is where they dwell.

The cries in the night and the whistling through the trees.

Not wolves riding on the winds, no the pixies.

They'll be wearing squeaky boots and hair down to their feet,

and every step they take in search of food to eat.

That smell in the air of sweet morning dew,

a thousand pixies washing you.

Sprinkling water on those toes,

those terrible odours, harmful to their nose.

They work all day and all night long,

washing and spluttering until all odours are gone.

Natures smells now fill the air,

soft wings that touch our eyes,

were opening and closing, say now were supposing,

they haven't got their colours on,

they haven't finished what they had begun,

They float on by an evening sun.

In lazy hazy fields they played and you could see,

they heavily, heavenly circled every tree.

I caught those butterflies,

the soft wings that touched ours eyes,

no use in telling us now their screaming,

they hit the walls as you touched the ceiling.

They no longer made that fluttering sound,

their bodies lay silent to the ground.

No use in flying or crying.

No use in leaving now their bleeding.

were once fearlessly spread, now with knuckles drawn and with tightened

skin to the bone. Yet her eyes in anguish, shone like silk under those

heavy coats of cotton.

She was washed out in winter, and dried out in summer. The plug pulled,

only to find the water had already gone. The oceans of time had stopped

ticking. The water had bleed into her soul. Her life now lay closer to

They had customed a place here over,

that had become my seat.

Sat I could hear them cry,

Sat I could hear them weep,

I was sitting, but angles were flying,

I had stirred them from peaceful sleep.

Had I ruffled their blessed feathers,

had I risen them from their feet,

I had made their bodies restless,

they could not rest on my seat.

Heavens sounds rode on the wings of my storm

and laid their plucked feathers down, still fresh and warm.

The angles now looked tattered and torn,

had wished reverently to remain unseen. Yet she had found in the

quietness of the resting hills in their shades of green and in the

gleaming eyes of a watery stream. A passion that had fallen ahead of

her path. A passion that made her smile and laugh.

He had found her soul deep rooted in this woodland of trees. He had

found her place of solitude with ease. Yet she found his desires but a

gentle breeze, that brought colour to her cheeks and a heart to it's

knees. For she had sought and found the anchoring of her dream, in the

shoes of the wicked did not produce lashings of water. For what fed the

feet, would not fed the mouth. Yet they had gathered many heads in

transit, but so many brought a crowding of thoughts. Such a gathering

left little room to move in. This may have been the plan all along.