When all the waste

When, all the waste
Of many years,
Is screamed, into your face.

When, trying to heal,
Such tender fears,
And with them,
Love, replace.

But this one, here,
Cries too much tears,
I see it, on her face.

It's time to go,
Before we die,
Before we go,
It's time to die.
But she's not here,
So, "we" decide,
She thinks it's time,
We said "goodbye"

And I don't think,
There's another thing.
She's just been here,
Just acting weird.

But something,
I've been doing, here's,
been driving her, quite mental.

I know, I'm here,
Just sitting here,
Feeling all sentimental.

But after we'll,
have sold the house,
It'll all be incidental.

And broken dreams,
We had for life,
Were just, an instrumental.

[Kenny G sax, here]

Once the broken mind has healed (poem)

Once, the broken mind, grows older,
Pulling at death's cold, hard shoulder.
Cannot, mend the fence.
Nor, make good recompense.

For all I've done,
The lies I've spun,
And thrown away, such mighty love.

As I, unlovable, yet free,
Remember all, they did to me,
I gave you things, I never meant,
Our lives were cracked,
Were knarled and bent,
And so I changed it, pushed, and ran,
Completed all the world began,
And I became, all what I can,
Another kind of broken man,
The one who'll never stand as tall,
As when you laughed and smiled, at me.

Tomorrow is farewell

There's a great deal to be said

for the Morrissey analysis

of many flaws of love. relationships.

There is an elusive

balance between

the effects shown in the

next post, and allowing

the other person's

domination, and eventual

definition of your,

actual self.

See & hear the Morrissey YouTube video here.

Just burn...

Just burn these words, here,
In your heart,
That even though
We are apart,
The words are flowing,
out of mine,
Into the world,
Because of you.

Favourite poem repost : Wise

Wise as serpents, innocent as doves,
Past what we like, and all other loves,
Sunblest bread now, for your head,
Something familiar, blue /white /red,
The anchor we need, to whom we are,
In our fibre, cultured from our backyard,
The software hardwired to our minds,
Stores, appropriates all it finds,
Outward bounds and soft, sweet mounds,
Afternoons sleeping, soft, sweet sounds,
Untouched, unspoiled yet soon to be,
Fill breaths with honey, fill you with me,
Champagne from pink, silk seashells,
Brush lip smooth with senses swells,
Warm, at home, preserved alone,
Weighted, plated, new pleasure zone,
Until we're one, fused and sealed,
Breath and pulse and senses yield,
Make me yours forever more,
I'll know what I'm still living for.

Orange Spangle

Mind bending, 
Happy Ending, 
Jizz repatriation, 
In your womb, 
My semen's tomb, 
But no repudiation. 

I'll sober up, 
and tighten up, 
Until the reason hits me, 
That I'm festooned, 
The world's babooned, 
As it banks and keels & listers.

It's a growing angle, 
Like an orange Spangle™
All fading, melting, gone, 
Until the age, 
The Sage, the page, 
No longer gazed upon. 

Grab them, Tweak them, 
Make them hard, 
Deposit your seed, 
In your own back yard. 
Sprayed all over your Swiss chard,
To help you met the need. 

This is the neo role
Of poet, 
The one that sees all things, 
Who rapes the Oracle, 
Kills the machines, 
&smiles, &laughs &sings!

©GONZOLECTURE 

Shaven haven

Show me your shaven haven, 

I've spent the day today, 

Being pursued by a raven. 

It's been far too blue to say. 

Well I got this gloomy feeling, 

That the world's about to end, 

There's a problem with my ceiling, 

And I'm nearly out of friends. 

But I'm coming home to you now, 

Just as soon as I can come, 

Cos I'm feeling mighty lonely, 

And I'm nearly out of fun. 

So if you can stay there waiting, 

Til I get there in your lift, 

We can get all down to mating,

In those big long preplanned shifts.

Cos there's gonna be some screaming,

And some neighbours going crazy, 

When our eyes are full of meaning, 

And our minds go away all hazy. 

There's a world that's new and out there, 

We can take time to explore, 

We can come and be together, 

In our minds for evermore.

©GONZOLECTURE 

Go get yer ticket punched, partner...