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I feel like Pinnochio,
Only a toy,
Hoping, just wishing,
I was a real boy,
All of me made of pieces, parts,
A walking talking work of art,
Screws, dowels, wooden pins,
Everything that's holding me in,
Pulling strings,
I dance and jig,
While the Puppet Master,
Laughs and grins...

It so happens the other day,
I ran into Pain,
I said "Hello how are you my friend?",
"I'm so happy to see you again!",
"God how long has it been?",
"Wow how long has it been?",
But I was talking to Pain,
She said "Are you talking to me?",
"I don't even know your name.",
Looked at me in disdain,
Then she turned and walked away,
Turned and walked away,
I ran into pain...,
The other day,
I was talking to Pain...

My lover
you know
my secret sorrows
the rest of the world
knows not...

You see
my wounds
that never show
on my body
that run deep

and hurt more
than any that bleed...

All is wish for
is for you to want me
and for this pain
to be purposeful...

When you are away
for days at a time
I do not wish
to see anymore...

I close the curtains
lie in bed
while nothingness
washes over me...

Without love
and romance
life has no gleam
of sunshine...

When you are gone
I am gone
so far gone
drowning

in quicksand...

The dew glistens moist and wet,
Watering fields of unhappiness,
With Hues of blues and purple regrets,
A rainbow shines sadly in the salty mist,
In a breeze from a sea of lonliness,
So much despair hanging heavy in the air,
Saturating the things living here,
Sands of sadness make the darkest dirt,
A black and twisted twin of earth,
Like I'm stranded in this world of hurt...

Ken: Good evening death angel..Why are you here? I'm not afraid anymore as I have suffered many losses to you..May I ask a relevant question? Where now is your sting?

Death: Mockingly..My sting is your sins Ken...

Ken: I'm aware of the consequences of sin...Why don't you properly reply? You attempt to flee..How can you frighten me, you have taken my wife, brother and now my mother..My sins have been forgiven..God so loved the world He sent His only begotten son to pay the price..I know the fear of death follows a man throughout life..A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time...

Death: Your allotted time will come..Accept this inevitability my son, it is your apt enterprise..Do I see anger in your eyes?

Ken: I know at times I have been decedent, destitute, sometimes drawn directly from the dissolution of decency through evolution..

Death: I'm not here as an attorney, through amorality perhaps you have abstained apparently from my assignment..You cannot persuade me from my tasks..It is of cosmic scale dealing with all mortal affairs..

Ken: I am here for a purpose yet fulfilled..My sins were paid for by Christ Jesus..One day my senses will be lost, my soul to float in mid-air, maybe all I love will be gone..I will become camouflaged in the universe, in the stars, sand and the sea..Recalled by the Creator..

Death: Almighty God created me as well..I am His angel of death..History has done me wrong..I shed a tear with each soul I take..I have to go now Ken...I am a very punctual entity..It is not yet your time..I will however have to come for you one day..

Ken: I suppose I had you all wrong death..Life does move swiftly, dawn to dusk, ashes to ashes, dust to dust...

Enter the eye
within its breath
As the dragon sleeps
Crawling under
the skin

razor blades
of flaming scars
cuts in pain
In the darkest shadows

Wings curtains falling
Iron casting
cold steel
Melting
Lies within
the soul

The most horrifying
of all monsters
Dead soulless
Weeping
Teardrops lurking
Addiction of need
In darkness

Awaiting life's fate
Distorted emotions
Cold scales
Numb within pain
Twisted in its agony
Screeching nightmares
Black velvet feelings
Unheard voices

The dammed
Living dead
Swallowing shadows
Digging deeper
Whispering inwardly
Dying heartaches

Darkening thoughts within
Falling heavy
on the shoulders
Clouds the sky dark
Lightning force
Crash in pain
Colourless agony

In thundering roars
At the keepers gate
To the deepest dungeon
Falling emotions
The dragon breathes
Burning hot flames

Black teardrops
Scorching the very ground
Burning hurt
On which he roams
A sacrifice
In black ash


Only he sleeps
Twisting and turning
In hot pain
Buried in turmoil
In the deep
Awakens this
nightmare beast

In hell
With all its fury
Roaring out
A voiceless flame
Black burns
Serpent
Of pain

Another cold night sitting at the edge of my bed?
I'm surrounded by these things I want but they have no substenance
Can I download happiness or does it plug into my walls
What is the point of autonomy when a little button does it all
Because what I need feels the same as breathing
Like when I look to the west and Im California dreaming
So I made some plans the rest I left to chance
But most of all it was due to event circumstance
Every day I try to make sense and understand
When all I need is to feel my heart inside your hand
But then you took my beating flesh and ripped it out
Shoving a fist full of shit back down my mouth
Ive ate enough of it before to not mind the taste
Its something like bitter sweetness but hold the grace
Then I searched myself laying back down on my bed
I realize this to will pass and the sun will shine again

In frenetic state, my abused soul,
Hearts frantic pace, cannot be slowed,
She causes me to lose control,
Most certain, system overload!
Love, dormant passion she ignites,
With eyes and soft word she incites,
Signals crossed and to her delight,
Me made to suffer sleepless night!
I dream awake and further slip,
Her lovely smile, the fuller lip,
They dampen efforts to restrict,
So parts malfunction; components, chip.
No emergency stop, no fail-safe,
No thing to distract or fill space,
None blessed as her with comely shape,
And none so gifted, hearts to break.
Now see how the whole system surges,
Heart a-flutter, primal urges,
This too intense, may short the circuits,
Love unrequited, bitter, worthless!
So I must look and find solution,
Troubleshoot for resolution,
Incompatible driver reinstall,
In need of system overhaul!
w.b. JS

It is of course, the origins of to whom we belong,
and not the moral conjecture of right or wrong,
the issue, clear as day's fierce light,
that nullifies the argument of Black or White,
and scorns the moralistic finger on how we behave,
from the purity of our birth to our noble grave;
know we well the nurtured scheme of God, drew
a picture, conceived, drawn in whiteness true.
ni**ger with humour said, a pleasant colour brown.
Nay! tis a being lower than the lowest grown,
how they, in cursive modern times show ingratitude,
course their savage tongues, chant vicissitude,
in massed blackened throngs, their chorus ring
words of lesser understanding, pray, Who is Luther King?
alas! 'tis not easy to converse, with those who lack
intellect,the the sanctuary of our pious ways attack,
from the syndrome of our inner eye, we must Police,
whilst the seething, venomous black mass increase,
but with gas to cast a tear and rifling very sure,
we will the right of superior man restore
in glorious truth, God's visual image, doth invite
visions of the soul, a furnaced image White,
in contrast, blindness deep and sombre darkness rank
of surly deathly Black, with no grey to thank,
that which counterfeits the unchartered gloom,
White"s virginity, of stars and softly glowing moon,
'tis, in the simplicity of all earthly wise men,
that White is right and Black no more than Phlegm,
so, you ni**ger all, you have no right,
for God, through White men, invented Apartheid,
OH! How very sad, yet so beautiful is South Africa,
OH! HOW SINISTER, EUROPEAN TRAMPS, MADE SUCH A MONUMENTAL SCAR.

Picky and Lonely were best of friends,
And sworn enemies of happiness,
They decided to work together,
That it would be better to just forget her,
Picky said "She's just a girl.",
Lonely chimed in "We dont need her.",
Then happiness cried tears like rain,
And happiness ran away...