As the ripples fade into the distance
Small waves lap at memories' shores
Eroding the edges
Echoing back to me
The words I said
Seem distorted now
I shouted loud enough...
It's not my fault
You weren't paying attention

Innocence ripped to shreds, 
belittled, left bleeding
Fucked over left for dead,
Pat the perpetrator on the back
Make them feel welcome 

Pluck hearts out
twist and burn.
Give them a tv and games console,
Make them feel cosy,

Government rewards the aggressor
protects his human rights.
Whilst the victim becomes the villain,
And goes through Hell.

Distant Future

All men and women won’t cheat,
They’ll love short term relationships.
But all males would like to sleep
With as many women,
I can't say those now days,
It’s any different for men...

In late hour beneath lamp light
with pen of clay I try to write
on a pure and empty page
in the style ignored in this late age.

For here in this free verse time
I mostly write my verse in rhyme
the form of Poe and Burns and Frost
which seems at times is almost lost.

In a life approaching its December
it's rhyming writes that I remember
from far back in my days of youth
the old ones who appear time proof.

rain hiss
on snow mist
we press against
the cold
with warmth

we gather garnished
kisses precious
as gems
and slay dragons
of jealousy with tongues

I swam throughout her ocean,
had to fight her undertow;

her waves became my friend,
more than anyone could know.

Familiar with her coastline,
I've walked along her beach;

I tried to possess her heart, and mind;
both were out of reach.

Her air was so inviting,
I was dancing in her wind;

we grew, and were relating,
and, the thrill was if we'd sinned!

I so, enjoyed her ocean,
but, things just weren't meant to be;

Sometimes when I look up to the stars
shining in the sky.
I wonder, if anything more amazing
ever passed before my eyes.
Then I think of you.

Sometimes when I see the golden glow
of an autumn tree.
I wonder if anything more beautiful
ever stood in front of me.
Then I think of you.

INK BLOT ON THE PAGE

You're gonna love the man who brought it,
You're gonna be the one who bought it,
You're gonna love the way you feel at first;
You'll look at life through different eyes, babe,
You're gonna see through all them lies, but
Just stop to think, does it really quench your thirst?

Soul seeker's fate

A surreal trip through a hall of mirrors
Distorted irrevocably warped,
visions of the elephant  man.

Distended frame ,bowed and bent
Wizened creature life force spent
Vile technician of pain. 

Ripping hearts and souls usunder 
Dancing on graves,
The Soul Seeker on the attack.

Bitter denizen of the shadows
Sucker of the vital vein.
Rejuvenation of the youth he lacks 

Ladders used to be my friend
they carried me near to the sky
but now I fear that time's at end
as days of youth have passed me by

I still recall how I would hurl
myself up steps into the trees
as if I were a scaling squirrel
ascending often as I'd please

Countless time per day I'd go
up and down on legs of steel
I thought it would always be so
an assurance time was bound to steal