Had a look at Wayne Glew, having a go.'
Has enforcement experience and some
Clues.' Seems confused about Porepunkah.' Then i am too.' A shotgun
Is not a precesision firearm.' A strange
Stew, two men down no ballistics statistics spoken..Which shoud be simply reported to my notion.? Brian Naylor a real
News anchor 'would had basic info to share with the state and Nation.' Another
Officer first reported shot in the leg.' Now
It is the shoulder..Which is closer to the head.' Now some bait is lured, 'up to a mill ?' They've said.' Sort of like having a price on his head..Meanwhile a crime wave is hitting Melbourne town, shops robbed three to four times in twelve hours.' Stressfull to the mind.' I see the strain on
My people, niw don't think on this I'm going
To be fine!!!
A ring on my phone,
From my lady Maria!
And I answer,
Happy to hear her.
"My lady Maria,
I've missed you so dear!"
"It's been less than a day,"
"Practically a year!
Have you read my leaden notebooks,
And the spirals of my love?
And the way-"
She cuts me off,
A cruel shove.
"My love, your words are like jewellery,
That lie dormant on my neck,
They sprout in their leave, greenery,
That burrow in my skin."
"They scrape like rough sandpaper,
But they couldn't be beat,
Even then they-"
"You found them sweet?"
"Well they were some form of treat.."
"But you thought they were neat?"
"I guess that so-"
"How so?"
"In love they glow,
But in your galleries not so-"
"But they glew-?"
"Glowed, and not quite-"
"Oh, but you liked the sight!"
A pause and contemplative sigh.
"...That right?
My metaphors and limericks,
flow like ink, sweetheart, rethink!"
"Anthony, dearest,
The words you write are beautiful,
you know it,
But you really are,
such a pretentious poet!"
the way her face glew
her eyes grew wide...so joyful
I needed a hug
Beneath the blanket
a make-shift tent covered us
she was mesmerized
we peaked through the holes...
and watched grandma's face shine
as we hid quiet
her hours of knitting
paid her off in happiness
watching both of us
Sshh...I said to her
grandmother is watching us
peek-a-boo; we laughed
I love her so much
I can't wait to play again
I need some more hugs
Thy portrait filled the horizon
with tears falling in crimson.
Frailed, blurred and so wasted
the feelings like busted bones.
Surge of idle adoration
hallocinating the numb viens
spreading all over.
Drunk on changing years
i smiled with all fireworks,
then the voice of music
became the song illumated.
Strength poured to this corporeal
by unveiled charcoal eyes,
the jasmine scent, the lasting daffodils,
the soft lips, the fresh breathe,
i became her newest captive;
Too much for life to crawl
and live turning empty tides
to the stars.
The darken untruth a sudden
gives its death scroll.
Traces of smile turn into
flooded evil shrine,
outmost joy became war of time.
Decades sigh fast and as expected;
Flowers found wild and decayed,
Blossoms glew and expelled.
O' charcoal eyes,
thy smile afloats in naked streams
waiting for fresh bond
as if decades a lie;
only thee cure the dread.
The poet's voice now plays
and flute reigns its melody
in devotional fire.
On my grave stone it will read
"Here lies Jessica full of scorn
she'll never know why she was born
she hated living in a world so cruel
in a world that never cared at all
she wanted to run but she was paralized
she glew in the dark cause no one saw her in the light
she faded away now shes outa sight
no one listened and no one cared
so now she lies underground"