Un-Conscience

"I, she sleeps
And of course I don't want to wake you!"

"Wake her?"
"Don't wake her!"

"Oh if I kiss you, I'll wake you
And you look so peaceful"

"Wake her up?"
"Leave her be!"

"Would you look how sweet she looks?"

"I'll wake her up!"
"I'll knock you out!"

"No, I'll just lay beside her
And admire her beauty!"

A smile comes from the beauty, "You woke me!"



[2nd Dec 2008]

LUST

Champions mounting
Rouge lips appearing
Floating hands
Caressing ones neck

Speechless bodies

Burning Souls

Igniting Passion
Between those who don’t care

Subtle…
…for sweetness

And rare love!

[Date Unknown but - Nov sometime!]

Dirrty Chapel Of Rest

An abysmal dare
Of a death deceit
In a crowded room
Of walls concrete
In dirty land
Of foolish play
In an ice cold bed
Where I did lay
To the brightest star
Of the darkest night
I can feel my heart
Beat like hell with fright
And I would creep back
If I were thee
To a place of death
Where my soul is free!






[24th September 2008]

Buses Are Hard Work

Waiting for a bus
That never comes
Is simply quite annoying
But when two come at the same time
You get more annoyed
As you’re not sure which to choose
You also know
That whichever one you get on
Will be a wrong decision!

One will have the annoying kids
That sit at the back
And throw things at the people
Who sit at the front
They are always loud
And leave the bus looking like
Someone has emptied a bin
Out on the floor

The other one will have the old people
Who have to sit down
That is, where you are sat comfortably
With your feet stretched out
In the disabled and elderly seats
So you move and then sit in the crap seats
Uncomfortably

You pay for your ticket
And decide that the bus with the elderly
Is far better than the annoying kids
And then just as you sit down
A third bus passes by
Brand new, fresh new seats
And empty!

But you’re stuck with this bus
Until you have reached your destination
Or decided that you cannot stand it anymore
Get off and walk!




[13th June 2008]

Passionate About The Other!

Different times from beginning to end
And no one knows where we’re going
Always shut out by the darkest of night
And we cannot start again
For life is amazing
When you see through the eyes of an angel
And that angel is the love of your life
Different ways to see black and white
But there is no look in pretending
Fading away to the darkness of grey
But we all see shadows emerging
Deeper in thought do we workout the game
That challenges life everyday
And dreams come true when I think of you
But we different and truly alive!

Photographic Evening!

I have been bored to death today, so I kinda went out for a walk as you do and I started to take random pictures. I took the picture below as I was trying to get a good picture of the Snowdonian Mountain range, but it was not all that good. So when I got home I decided to see if I could make the picture a little dark so that the mountains would be visible and as I was changing colour, I accident clicked red and got this amazing effect. The picture to begin with was not all that good, but with colour change you tend to see it very differently.

So what do you think?

A Thought! (Poem)

He looks beyond the window
Into the desolate sky
And wondering were he could be
In a year or so in time
He begins to nibble upon his nail
Bites his lip and sighs
And brings his eyes back down to earth
Away from the naked sky
He now picks up his phone
Wondering who he can call
Wondering who would listen
Before the darkness falls
He puts down the phone
And looks beyond the window
Again!

Double Delight (Two Poems)

Sinful Delight

Frustrated by your first kiss
I do not understand why
You fell upon my lips
And turned away
Like you committed the ultimate sin
Almost like I was the Devil
Entrapping your soul
You kissed me
And I would kiss you back
I would do it ten times over
But you held me away
I’m confused
Why you would kiss me first
Then turn from me away
We sit across from each other
And look into each other eyes
You slowly move towards me
But you pause…
I choose to make a stand
And move closer to you
My hand rests upon your cheek
And you close your eyes
Tilt back your head
Breathe deep
And feel my lips upon yours
This time, you are not pulling away…

Second Delight

…More passion
Produced from a kiss
Simple ecstasy
Produced from a touch
The deepest shiver
From when I kissed your neck
The deepest breath
From when I let go
The hottest body ever touched
As from the heat of passion
We are about to combust
The tension is strong
As though a rope was pulled
It’s the grasp of our hands as we kiss
Kissing down your body avoiding the droplets of water
It is though we are making love in the rain
No longer is it a sin
But this is no sin you can avoid
A climax in passion makes the body jolt
And sends vibes of sweet emotion through your veins
This is not imagination
But a difference in exploitation!

Do Or Don’t I Dare (Poem)

Do I
Don’t I
Ask
Or
Cry
Do I
Feel
Don’t I
Die
Secret
Chaos
Do I
Dare
Don’t I
Distract
Or
Don’t I
Do
Or
Care
Fear
Respect
Do I
Think
Don’t I
Want
To
Write
With
Ink
Blood
Is
More
What
I Do
Need
To
Feel
A
Notion
Don’t I
Bleed
I
Laugh
I
Cry
I
Wash
Away
What
I Do
But
Don’t I
Say
I
Speak
The
Truth
I
Dare
Not Lie
I
Wish
I Pray
Till
The
Day
I Die

Murder is... (Poem)

…the black soul
The stench of evil dwelling
The coarse of devils blood
As it runs through your veins
The blackness of midnight
As it echoes in your head
The way inside
To terrify your existence
The dream you had last night
The one you thought was real
It is the maggots that squirm from the skin
The flies that hover
The blood upon your hands
And the knife you left in the kitchen skin
It is the body you left in ally
The trail you left behind
The people who saw you
It is shiver in your body
It is the police outside your door
The handcuffs placed upon you
It is you standing trial
And thrown away for forty to life
Murder is you rotting in a Cell

Just A Little Art Work? (Art Work)

These are just a few pictures that I have drawn or painted through boredom, I wouldn't say they were very good but it just adds to the weirdness of my world, I don't even understand what they are supposed to mean. Though sometimes that can be the best art, trying to understand exactly what it means, but you can either like it or hate; that is what art is all about! (these pictures were done a couple of years ago)



The pictures below were totally random!

The first one I painted something, then I did not like it so I painted over it and then I did not like what I had painted and then I got angry. So the picture could be a symbol of anger!

This next one was copied from another picture I had drawn and it is also unfinished. I decided to leave it unfinished as I like the way it looked, although I have no clue what I wanted to show!

I like to draw and panit as it relax's me and it's mainly a hobby, I used to love doing it when I was in school, but English was and is what I am more interested in!

Picture Unperfect! (Photography)

I took a trip into Liverpool the other and just took some pictures of random buidling so I could play around with the images when I got home to produce a more abstract picture and below is what I came up with!



The one below is a picture of the Liverpool Empire and I like this one!












Expect to see more of this kind of thing from me as I like to mess around with a picture, I don't like simple things and I'm unpredictable!

Contemporary Darkness (Poem)

Start enclosed in a shell
Move one arm out to the side
Letting it flow to the music
Move the other and spread both out wide
Lift your head
Slowly throwing it backwards
Then bringing your arms in close to you body
Such a soft embrace
Then you move your hands across yourself
And begin to rise from the floor
Slowly sliding one foot out to the side
And then raising high, with your arm stretching out
Your eyes are placed in sympathy
As your hand can reach no further
And falls back to your body
As if you are falling from grace
You watch as your hand is brought back to you
You gently grab it with your other hand
And place your head into both hands
Your face begins to appear slowly
As do your tears
That are simply wiped away
With your soft fingers
You are fully standing
And you slowly twist yourself around
Letting the music flow across your body
Then you place your hand on your stomach
And the music begins to change
And you begin to roll your stomach
And you are no longer smooth
And you begin to freak out
Your movements are more strict
And your body appears to have an attitude
Your movement is more sexual
And you drop to your knees
And begin to thrust your hips
Your hands begin to explore your body
No longer of innocent mind
No longer soft to touch
You ruffle up your hair
And begin to throw your head around
You look upon your crowd
Their eyes are now more open
The tension is exhausted
By the simple lust
That you express
You place yourself on all fours
And begin to approach the edge of the stage
You stop and stay on you knees
You role your head around
Push back your shoulders
Bite your lip
And dissolve into the floor!

Fatal (Poem)

Lying there on the bed
Not moving, no breath, no warm
A chilling reflection
Of what I’ve done
You’re not going anywhere
Not now, not ever
The pure white cloth placed over you
Is now a dangerous colour
Three bruises on your arm
One on your neck
And one near your eye
I’m covered by danger too
With one hole in my stomach
And a scratch across my neck
You also have a hole in your head
And danger is spread across the walls
The metal is on the bedside table
I’ll Pick it
One last kiss
You’re so cold now
And too far gone
I’ll see you soon baby
Walking to the bathroom
The floor is cover in danger
I look in the mirror
And the light is flashing
I have bruises too
I hold the metal to my head
Now I’m the reflection of you!