Secrets remain hidden,
A story stays untold.
Walls grow taller,
And the padlock keeps it closed.
Keys are given
To all who reside within
And to the few who earn my trust.
Because what lies inside
Was meant to be hid.
The outside,
A perfect dreamhouse,
White-picket fence and all.
How ironic,
The same colour of drywall
In which I watched a crater form.
Few visitors ever see
What goes on
Behind closed doors.
Once I give them a spare key,
Nothing is hidden anymore.
The doorknob beckons for your hand
Before it’s too late.
Now you see inside the house,
And I know
What happens next.
Now you know my secrets,
My deepest, darkest fears,
And that shatters your lens,
Because I am now real.
But the windows are now smashed,
The story’s been told,
Walls are still crumbling,
And a new padlock now holds.
(September 14, 1983 – July 23, 2011)
Here lies Amy Winehouse under a rock,
who tasted vinegar in tomatoes
and took her time to open the padlock
for those entering Home Guard,
who were found below the bard,
let them remember her next fine toes.
August 12, 2011
Stand up,
Won’t lay down 'til I stack up.
Fed up with the brokenness
A liq just gonna tease me
Focus,
Pull up in a Lotus.
Fly on essential,
Throw up like bulimic
With you she a padlock,
With me she a secret.
Convenient,
Don’t take life too serious.
Articulate,
Went and took one
She missed on her period.
For my dogs, I’m ruthless,
Like John Wick, I leave you toothless.
Perseverance in the darkness,
Soon as the lights turn on
You ain't flawless.
Stock market lookin' exotic,
Potential in motion, perpetual.
In her walls like a schedule,
Might see you later
If this sh*t don’t get raided.
I'm faded.
Christmas is just around the corner
convulsions in the stomach region
Poor elves who create all the toys
and Santa takes the credit
Squeezing me into the bus
to the nearest shopping mall
Puts the body into fight or flight mode
Burn some money
Christmas music in the background
Speakers spewing out the traditional carols
over and over again
My brother needs a padlock
Wrapped in white soft toilet paper
Christmas offering:
An electric nose hair trimmer
... embarrassing
Symbolic gifts
The goal is not to be entertaining,
but the demand is rising
Christmas stress reaches undiscovered heights
Hormones flood the bloodstream
Writhes on the floor with stomach aches
interprets the pain positively
Hear the angels sing messages of peace
with charisma and glimmers in the eyes
December is full of forced cuddling
The stockings are hanging by the fireplace
Chaos with festive cheer
Merry Christmas
Trust is a padlock with a unique key. Once that key is lost, the padlock cannot be opened, even if a new key is crafted. The original key's distinct shape and resonance cannot be replicated. Forced entry will only damage the lock further, leaving scars that can never be fully erased."
Like a bagel with no hole
Like a flag without a pole
Like a singer with no soul
Like a furnace with no coal
Like a gangster with no moll
Like a quest without a goal
Like a bell that cannot toll
Like a super with no bowl
Like a yacht without a keel
Like a car without a wheel
Like a con without the spiel
Like a thief who cannot steal
Like a key that will not turn
Like a log that will not burn
Like a boss who isn’t stern
Like a skill you cannot learn
It’s a pen that leaves no mark
It’s a dog that cannot bark
It’s a silence in a lark
It’s the padlock at the park
It’s a great big open space
Like there’s nothing any place
It’s an ass in a horse race
It’s the blankness on my face
It’s the words I wish to write
That refuse to see the light
And I worry that my plight
Is because I’m not that bright
It’s the words unthought, unsaid
It’s a veil that can’t be shed
It’s the blackness in my head
It’s my muse…
I think she’s dead.
The farmer has a rusty hook which holds a little key
He also has a daughter that he keeps away from me
But when he's drunk on whiskey she and I can still get frisky
For the key is for the padlock on her belt of chastity
Today the key is gone, but wait, is this a note I see?
“Come outside you naughty boy, to stable number three”
Oh, what a frightful shock to see who’s waiting there for me
The farmer’s wife has also got a belt of chastity
She handed me the key… how could I leave that woman scorned
But then the farmer walked in and I wish that I’d been warned
He pinched my butt and grinned at me and that was when I felt
That it was time to get myself my own chastity belt
Independence panacea dashingly suggests
We purchase our palace hexagonal
Reoriented Nerida handed padlock, blessed
Fathoms red cross heiress of hospital
Imposter student enrols wild idea envisaged
Wider scope than she ever deserved
Ostentatious vistas brew broadwater blizzard
Novice nurse serves a nostrum absurd
Ultraviolet facet inferno disco jive diamond
Wears title queen of high hive divine
Fanciful feminine accepts novel assignment
Redhead remedy writes Chapter 119
Third of February
Thank you, dear old Doris
Do it
With you might
Fear it
Far your sight
Kick it
With you feet
Write it
Painting white sheet
Love it
Within thy heart
Show it
A loving art
Muse it
Every blessed chance
Fuse it
Turns of trance
Mind it
A little mix
Fix it
Beyond available nix
Fight it
Like a warrior
Chase it
Stumping every barrier
Claim it
In logical reasoning
Spice it
With flavored seasoning
Lock it
In soul padlock
Free it
In expressional catwalk
Can you name it?
Tenacious ichor tells entire construction
Divulges puerile battles during idle procedure
Relic compiling spotlight show seduction
Library ivory tower truth siphoning beseecher
Adapted lady adorns princely throne
Padlock hammocks tween valuable threads
Warm cove cocoon moors love's loan
Imbibing cover only, for information dreads
Mould folded within her novel costume
Pacifying massage, limbs lubricated levitate
Elephant keratin tusk thrusts impromptu
Smudge of shame fades chalk dust archaic
- Fifth September
Fabricating Sculptor
Just because I remained silent,
trust me it still happened;
Adjust to make it all bearable
robust so emotions are monitored;
Talk is cheap so I just wander away,
chock it up to the writing on the wall;
Knock but I simply won't answer;
Padlock and avoid a dance of protocol.
The window over there
The door with a padlock
My mind was spinning in circles
My body was near the end, i couldn't continue
That's when I accepted all I needed was you.
Approach, slow, steady, a padlock chained gate
Stand still, calm, resolute, you might be let in
Proceed, easy, savor, it was worth the wait
Breathe in, breathe out, fragrant air of the garden
The sacred space of her heart, tended by fate
Light shines, illuminates, bounces off the skin
Dazzled, awe, how long did this take to form
Cultivated by all pain, love, and storm
Look, left, different flowers, each with a name
Closer, see, a rose, pink, gentle and sweet
And then, an aster, pale, wild and untamed
Moreover, a pansy, vibrant, bittersweet
But mixed in with the flowers, see bindweed, bane
Look, right, a plot, seems to have a planted seed
A closer look, your name, it’s just as well
The plant, a mystery, that fate will tell
The witch lies conjuring lines of verse
to alter our place in the universe
to twist this common knowing
and spin such miracles as love.
A flash of light and a cackle of laughter
it seems I got what I was after
as your eyes fall on me hungrily
my world now mirrors my dreams.
How bright our future seems.
Then a witches warning: "2000
mornings of love have you ‘til natural
laws return - death's padlock will be opened
if the stolen love you haven't earned."
What bitter lessons greed can teach
when we twist the fates to heaven reach.
there was a kaleidoscopic key
nocturnal nature smothered spree
moaning metal glazed with scarred incisors
dripping dark dangles, felon fright's fervor
meagre mystery bewitched it:
callous connections drooled, fostered fills
hoisted head, punctured padlock was
tampered tuning heaves nosy gnaw
a book is birthed by a turn
leering la-de-da lodge, lusty lurch
another turn trashed book, pages wept:
crushed confetti, cremating clubbed crest
kleptomaniac key brings the book
rips pulpy pages, plays the crook.
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Note: of kleptomaniac key.
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