Wound For Sound

Tick Tick tick 6:27 am
Yet another sleepless night
Where the switch on my back has been turned up too tight once again\
Go puppet go, eyes heavy with the mask of too many days gone by
Running against the wind, racing
It's never to late and nearer to dream one cigarette followed by a bump of cocaine in the night

Morning light as it burns my eyes
Running on 48 hrs...and the dream is real
A thousand cats rush before me and as i try hug them each and everyone
Rainbow Fur coats and the like
They grin, spin taunt at my sleepless state

The fact is i am way to fucking gone to care...or dare
So i rub my eyes and yawn and stretch
The sounds of the sun piercing every word escaping from my lips

Only to repeat this night after night...year..into eternity

How The Hatter Came Into Being

Sat up right birthed between two cards...
I open my eyes to the table, tea and a clock reading 15 in the afternoon on the 39th of Never.
The radio playing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Bat
I grinned as the cats tend to do here
In this place this endless card game of walrus and carpenters
Where my twisted reaility grasps no comprehension only words
Cutting like The queen's axe deep into my soul
Ripping away the seams of long forgotten dreams over crumpets and tarts
Washing away my sanity to a river where as i said there only words
And words flow me down this river
In this Wonderland i call life

Disclaimer

This is a Blog centered on the very fabric of my twisted mind....poems...i have often felt poems can sometime convey my thoughts better than any journal, diary entry, or just simply talking to a person. A poem transcends time and space forever being sometimes the true essence the core if you will only known by myself yet that is the great thing about poems they are left to be interpreted in a variety of ways..

Topics that will come up... Sex, Homosexuality,Lesbianism,Abuse,Love,Death.Drugs,God Loss,Murder.Nightmares, the occult, fairytales and the odd reference to Alice In Wonderland  so if you have an aversion to any of these things turn away right now..GO GO...It's not limited to this of course and their undoubtedly be happy, angry and sad poems...but all designed to make you think..as well as get a glimpse of me..a fair amount of swearing is to be expected..hell who i am kidding i wouldn't be me if i didn't throw in a fuck you or 2 on a fairly regular basis..some will be good others not so good but all mine...so kick back and welcome...its not often i let people see this side of me but its high time i start, so let's begin shall we........