Hey, Mr Barman
Pour me another round
Stop yanking my chain
Why don’t you make it a double

It’s tomorrow that doesn’t matter
Today I just want to get under
It’s the yesterday that lingers
Causes me a great amount of pain

Let this one drink make me numb
No longer even notice the rain
Let my troubles drown in peace
Confided in my glass
dwells my happy place
Imbibe in a fancy night cap

I don't get it,
never did!
So much suffering,
when will it end?
The day is long,
the night is cold.
People on the street,
are bought and sold.
They're living in boxes,
dealing drugs to cope,
They're bathing in the river
Avoiding the police
to escape the rope.
Tormented by demons,
of thier minds making.
Get ready for denial
and a good shaking.
bereft of all hope
off to the abyss

A scent (and sixth sense predominates),
when apple boughs
and other aromatic flora
laden with blossoms and fruit
gently assail cilia of the nostrils,
aside from aiding distinguishing
pleasant or unpleasant smells
additionally incorporate complex structures
of the paranasal sinus mucosa
in which function
critical linkedin to respiratory defense.

Fighting
Kids bickering
Parents join the battle
Love and hate tightly intertwined
Quarrel

Smiling your smile
Spitting curses and lies

Provoked
---
Breathing in your words
And exhaling the smoke

Fuming
---
Foaming at the mouth
I’ve consumed the poison

Trembling
---
Falling into your trap
No means of escape

Arrested
---
Chained and barred
From life itself

Confined
---
Keys just out of reach
Held down by your thumb

Captive
---
Picking the lock
With my own bones

Pitta patter rain and reflection slapping shoes
Snake lights wrapped around ancient chipped poles.
Unlit reaching branches and church shaped missile ready

to launch in silhouette shadows. Claw tapping on weathered
pavements hushing winds guiding me along

UNSWERVING

Sometimes when things just do not go to plan
And it all seems to be falling apart
Redouble efforts as much as you can
And if necessary, make a new start

There are some who will always press ahead
And there are others who may just give up
Or frustrated, change direction instead
Resigning themselves to a half-full cup

Unlike those who quitted when failure loomed
There is a special force that fires the blood
Original focus can be resumed
More productive than just chewing the cud

Get in the car dammit!
I don’t care if you fed the cat.
We’re going to Disneyland,
and that’s that.

We’ll pick up Ma
at a quarter past six.
We can’t be late,
she’ll be totally ticked..

Hey you in the back,
shut your enormous trap.
Stop with your yammering
you're going to get slapped!

I told you once,
I won’t tell you again.
You should’ve pissed
before we began.

When we make it to Ma’s
don’t quibble or pout.
The rest of the trip
will be non-stop.

The scorching sun can't be compared to the pains he succumbed to. So overpowered with virtuous courage and so he can beat every uncertainty.

Strong boldly spelt over a beautifully smiled face with so many untold wounds piping rough edges of memories in his brain.

Devastated he could have been but his might in courage strongly held him up.

Strong and courageous merely words to many but him a ride he has bestowed upon himself. Voyage that can't be stolen from him.

I'm not much of a runner.
But I've traveled long distances
trying to stay ahead
of the grief in my thoughts.

I don't see it as an adversary anymore.
It's simply trying to keep pace
with how I miss you now.