"Blue is the colour of the shroud I want to be buried with,
If there's a body left to bury.
If not, then just remember me,
Picture me in a blue hue; my soul, you'll see.
My days are closing in, rising in numbers,
Dreams are full of chasing demons now
Where to go, where to flee,
Where do the gods go when they're free!
There are so many voices in my head,
Full of bitterness; some songs, some noises, And some are just pure nuisance.
Violence is a broken promise,
Revenge is an empty one.
But they're still better,
Better in my head,
Better than your promise of forever together;
The bull we always fall for, yeah that one.
No, you weren't there for me in my need
You weren't there beside me,
You were there but I was here, all alone."
four wild looking guys with guitars are on tv
wearing pants that are way too tight and too short
jumping around the stage
shouting words that I do not understand but loudly
the audience is screaming happily
people have their hands high in the air
doing some kind of weird wave thing
this is a reminder why I do not go to live concerts
The days crack like porcelain
under the heel of my wanting.
I am a spine of restless birds,
feathers slick with salt and early light—
my mouth tasting the metal
of doors I have not opened.
They ask me why.
Why walk without a destination?
Why carry a compass
if you don’t believe in north?
I tell them—
the road does not need an ending
to be worth taking.
Some skies are meant to be looked at,
not arrived under.
I keep moving
because stillness feels like rust,
and the wind has a way
of remembering my name.
The Great Perhaps is not a prize—
it’s the taste of rain
before the cloud bursts,
the echo that lingers
longer than the voice.
If you need a goal,
call this my goal:
to know how a streetlamp hums at early morning,
to count the freckles on a stranger’s knuckles,
to find out if the moon
is the same shade of bone in every city.
I have no anchor,
only her pulse like a lantern in my palm.
We are marrow and tinder,
always burning toward a horizon
that refuses to hold still—
and I love her for it.
God I can't wait to go to
Heaven
Any day you call me to go to
Heaven
I Will be ready to go heaven
I know that you will send
Your Angel down from heaven
To get me
And he will carry me
In his wing
Also when we will reach heaven
The Angel will knock on heaven's
Door
And God will open the door
For us to get in
And in heaven, I will sleep in
My brass bed
Every night
Ain’t Gonna Go To Hell For Anybody by Dylan
I find your lines like wine
Making me drunk with love
You toy with my mind
And I’m infatuated enough
But when I think about it
I cool off and pray with faith
Sex and lust is lousy
If you don’t love me God’s way
It’s better to marry
Than to burn like fire
Real love is carried
In red heart of desire
I know we can fool around
And likely have a good time
But hell is a long way down
I don’t want to lose the divine
The love I deserve
The love I desire
Found in holy word
Not from the pit of fire
I’m not going to hell
For any one over flesh
I’d be just as well
Waiting for true happiness
I ain’t gonna go to hell
For anyone no sir not me
God has a plan and well
I’d rather belong to Thee
Two best of friends met in a place where most animals go afterlife.
Ballyregan: "I run all my life... until I retired."
Scurlogue: "I've won many races, but I had one race where I ran back and not finish the race."
Ballyregan: "Why?"
Scurlogue: "Because I wanted you to win!"
We stopped laughing the way we used to do,
The “I love you’s” started feeling untrue.
I saw the cracks before they spread too wide,
So I broke my own heart — just to protect your side.
I watched us fade while screaming inside,
Like drowning slow with no place to hide.
So I shattered the world we built with care,
Just to save the pieces still left there.
But now the silence cuts like jagged glass,
A hollow echo of a love that couldn't last.
The ghost of us haunts every empty room,
A lingering shadow of impending doom.
I carry the weight of all we've lost,
A heavy cross, a bitter cost.
Your absence is a ache I can't erase,
A permanent ache I can’t replace.
And in the dark, I wonder if you feel,
The ache that’s real, the wounds that heal.
Or are you gone, just a distant star,
Fading further, leaving scars?
I wish I could undo the pain,
Unwrite the past, break free from the chain.
But love, it’s brutal, it’s raw, it’s true—
And sometimes, we just can’t make it through.
So I did what was needed to do.
Kernels popped in olive oil,
Butter-drizzled and
tossed with salt or Parmesan
or candied as balls!
Versatile delight
in puffs of
white!
MAY YOU GO TO THE LAND OF PEACE,
WHERE EVERYTHING IS FORGOTTEN AND ALL IS REMEMBERED
MAY YOU GO TO THAT SPECIAL PLACE WHERE THE SKY
IS FILLED
WITH STARS !!!
Foggy morning
Affect my heart
And feel the cold.
Start my day
I walk a mile
To get warm up.
The sun is up
I take a bath
Ready for work.
Side of the road
I wait for bus
To get to work.
the blood ties,
those ropes around the neck,
they don't strangle,
they just tug and tug
till you can't breathe right.
they call it love,
but it's a slow poison,
each word, each glance
dripping venom,
soft as a smile,
sharp as a blade.
you stand there,
the man of the house,
fighting shadows that don't die,
smiling at the lies
that pass for truth.
how far should a man go?
as far as it takes,
to burn the bridges
and drown the past
in whiskey and time.
they'll scream, they'll claw—
but you,
you walk away.
Where the children go to play
Is where the summer grass endures
And sunbeams - like a cascade -
Pour down upon their bronze shoulders.
This - the children have learned well:
Butterflies don't really flutter -
Instead - they dance a sky waltz
To the cicadas' fond clamor.
Every breeze is a giant's sigh
That brushes their roseate jowls;
Every cloud - some foam in the sky
Behind which angels may be found.
What they know - they won't divulge
But they know what each new day brings.
Pity them - some drab adults
Who are ignorant of such things!
they don’t wait in lines
don’t knock on doors
don’t ask for permission to come inside
they just run
full speed through golden fields
paws never knowing ache again
tongues hanging loose, catching the wind
like they never stopped chasing the sky
when dogs go to heaven
they don’t cry at the gates
don’t bow their heads
don’t beg for a place to rest
they just find it
under the biggest tree,
where the shade is cool and the ground is soft
where the air smells like home
and the voices they missed are calling their name
when dogs go to heaven
they don’t say goodbye
don’t feel the weight of leaving
don’t wonder if they were enough
they just know
because love like that doesn’t fade
it stretches, it lingers, it waits
and when we finally get there
they’ll come running
tails wagging, tongues out
like not a single day has passed
I love you my dear
especially when you're near
you always seem to make my head feel clear
I hate you, you traitor
you left me in fear
you were gone so long that I drank five cases of beer
I'm so in love with you
please don't leave
truly I'll do anything to make you stay
I beg of you please
I wish you'd die and go to hell
I heard your tone
now I feel unwell
Oh I love you so much
can we get married?
It's only been a few months but
I swear it's not that crazy
You sounded off...
I swear I heard it...
I'm sorry I didn't mean to be such a big burden...
Decades a midwife a definer of rights written so patients
And authoritys both knew their plights.' Un-jabbed 2020 up
Till today, yet prosecuted by N Z jacinda aderns machine which stated
She had to pay? They tried to bully and really every sick trick.' Even forgery of her signature, i think they were a bit thick? Well its all turned turtle, and they're panicking now..
The genocidal mantra.' The outright lies and deceit show
I advise a trip to you-tube where if you enter her name.?
Under New Zealand midwife, it will truly enlighten your brain.'
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