Geneva.

“Look at me!  Look at me!”fame-clipart-woman-of-fame

The gangster does yell.

The social media Queen,

an Angel’s roommate in Hell.

The world needs to know her,

all must know she exists…

She’s loud and proud of her work,

and the Angel’s at risk.

 

 

 

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Simple things…

 

Over the hills and far away,

roaming thoughts dance ballet.

A moment spent with simple pleasures…

A smoky room

and chocolate treasures.

 

 

 

 

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Love…

…I smile at him,

this hard man of mine,

and a light starts to glow in his eyes…

For what lies between us,

fulfilling and deep,

is love…

The most ultimate prize.

 

 

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Out of line…

He blew my nose

and made me cry,

the pain, sharply exquisite.

The day surrendered

to the night,

unmindful of his visit.

Minutes raced and hours flew,

while time was standing still,

we laughed and talked,

and circle walked,

and lined another thrill.

 

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Once up on a time…

We sit here together

our bodies well fed.

No words being spoken,

nil needs to be said.

The silence is peaceful,

there’s a calm in the air,

I’m content to be with you,

I like the time that we share.

 

 

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Chopped liver…

Chopped liver isn’t happy,

chopped liver isn’t thrilled…

It was meant to be a good time,

enjoyment unfulfilled.

Conversation wasn’t given,

no offer of a beer…

You offered me your company,

but you were clearly insincere.

 

 

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Pipe dreaming…

Tired body,

weary soul.

A helping hand

from the old glass bowl…

Forgotten tears.

Rekindled gleam.

Living life,

in a pipe dream.

 

 

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Wasted Monday…

Puffing the day away.

Songs out of tune.

Head in the clouds.

A high afternoon.

Dance around solo.

Skip to no beat.

Wasting the moment.

Smoking a treat.

 

 

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Lifes time…

 

High time flies by

in wasted minutes.

A blur was yesterday.

Today will vanish into air

Tomorrow is already here.

 

 

 

 

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Holier than thou…

Gods gift to the world

demands centre stage.

It has to go his way,

or it’s the highway to rage.

 

Stamping his feet

he throws his weight round,

giving lectures for hours

he likes hearing his sound.

 

A well practiced charmer

with the women he chooses,

his affection’s the prize,

it’s his girlfriend who loses.

 

 

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Smoke rings…

I sit up late and smoke alone

recalling happy times I’ve known.

My thoughts kick back in relax zone,

with no proportions over blown.

 

In musky air from smoke I’ve blown

I surrender to the calm of stone.

Relaxation…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You’re out in my girl-cave

quietly tinkering with your bike.

I’m sitting back on my bed

listening to MaryJane’s non-stop chatter

She really does chat a lot.. 

And Relaxation is in the air.

A long day…

 

Wide awake, mind buzzing.

Thoughts in every direction.

Can’t sit still, can’t lie straight.

Watching hours pass by.

Shadow monkeys play loudly.

Out my window, in the moonlight.

Bedtime nags me to get closer.

I need help to relax.

Mary-Jane blows me over.

I can finally sleep.

Swing high…

I like to go swinging

at the drop of a hat,

flying high through the air

I’m a shed acrobat.

 

Mary-Jane joins me

we blow smoke to the sky

I like to go swinging

Late at night, getting high.

Hook, line and sinker…

 

You are so charming when you want to be.

My determination not to let you back into my heart

has gone out the window.

I was kidding myself to even think I could deny you.

BFF’s…

 

The blessing of true friendship

is what helps me to carry

the weight on my soul.

Sometimes…

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You’re nasty to me.Walking on Eggshells

well,

mostly you’re kind

I know your heart’s soft,  down deep inside

I like hearing you laugh, we share jokes to and fro

then out of the blue, your anger does blow

I feel so small and scared and weak

whatever I say you class as cheek.

I don’t want to leave cos we’ve been through so much

So I’ll patiently wait til love’s back in your touch…

Friendship…

 

The best kind of friend

is someone you can sit and swing with

spend hours not speaking a word

and then walk away

feeling as though you just had the best conversation

ever.

Mind games…

 

It’s a new day and I feel calm.

I sit in bed, surrounded by smoke.

My phone beeps with a good morning text from you.

Surely you don’t expect me to reply.

Moments of clarity…

Smoke fills my brain

dulling my senses.

My emotions are null and void.

I’m now able to hear my head speak 

without the interruption from my heart.

Our time has come.

Its been long enough.

A full stop is on standby,

waiting only for my nod.

 

 

What keeps stopping me?

Just like magic…

The last visitor just left.  images (6)

My home is calm and peaceful.

 

Empty beer bottles and dishes as far as the eye can see…

My nose stands in line,   the burn sobers me up.

 

Wham bam….

The mess is now clean.