DIRTY
LAUNDRY
To Oliver - The most brilliant mate I ever had and the greatest poet I ever met.
THE COLOUR OF MY
CLOTHES
MIDNIGHT BLUE
Those eyes that drive me mad
The brilliant blue that turn
That turn into a midnight blue
I choose to embrace the skies
It is night
I surround myself with a sexy blue
It screams out passion
It screams out an unstoppable fashion
It screams desire with an eternal power
It is a tower
A tower of strength
A tower of courage
A tower that is unbreakable
It is not a lake
A lake of despair
A lake of fury
A lake of wretchedness
It is a powerful ocean
It is the color of the skies
The skies that feed many crops
As it showers with rain
It feeds the world
It feeds the lost – the hopeful
The many forlorn
I choose to stand, tall and strong
I choose to become one
One with an unstoppable attire
The color blue As blue as the skies at night.
A beautiful melody begins to sound
As I clad myself in a grey cloud
A grey cloud of glory
A glory that will never be sorry
A glory that tells a whole new story
Tomorrow the grayness shall weep
It shall weep out many tales of lies
deceit and malice
It shall continue to weep out different songs about love About total avarice
You are the sounds of a past love
That covers all flaws
Closes all doors to revelation
Such a dull attire to wear Such a great horror to fear
It is like watching the dead in a mystical embrace Two skeletons are kissing
There is hope for lost souls
There is justice for the insecure
There is no need for daily liqueur
The grayness of the weather
I am dressed in is such an antonym of a common cliché
I look neat, sweet and niche
There is no need for pink or a lemonade drink There is no need to wear a wristband
A wristband of hope
A wristband of fear
A wristband in mourning
A wristband as a sign of a new dawn
The grayness around me is divine – it is sincere It shows a certain dullness
An ongoing sullen way
It can be unnoticeable or deniably palpable
It has some finesse
It can be classy
It can appear like a total dunce
It is my intuition
It is my mission
This is what I choose to wear I feel I have nothing to fear.
A tattooed body of roses
A taste of honey in a cherry pie
An alibi
A path to no man's land
A world of dark passion
A world of great deception
It is not a caution
It stands in a narrow format
A hollow tree
A bleeding sparrow
A raging storm
Never the sever
It is now a pick
To dress that tick
Shadows of past loves
Sink into the stale air
The air is fresh
The wind blows freely
Cheerfully and desirably to the crimson ways Crimson ways of dressing.
I wear pink on Monday
To show my pretty toes
To hell with my foes
I wear pink on Tuesday
A pink diamond watch
All sparkly and pretty
I wear pink on Wednesday
A sexy pink shirt that screams out wild passion
tonight There’ll be no one in sight
I wear pink on Thursday
It makes me feel great
I know I have no time to waste
It’s going to be a better day
I wear pink on Friday
A pink chain of hope – lucky sweetness
For there is more to life than bitterness
I wear pink on Saturday
It is a way to remind me
That good things can be
I wear pink on Sunday
Because I know it’s really my day
A fun day, a pun day
Pink, Pink, Pink A color that can never sink.
You are the color of purity
A divinity to prosperity
You are truly one to adore
In fashion,in life
You are the purest You are the fairest.
You are the color of deceit The long tale of inexistent deficit.
You are tall, strong and bold
You are a color that can easily mould
You are pure and clear
Without fear,you stand for innocence.
The color of death – a feeling of rage Rage as red and fiery as the color of a blooming red rose Who knows what you really are?
The color of a baboon or the color of the turning of a new moon.
You are liked by many to wear
Different materials happily adhere
You are the color of evil
The color of darkness
A slimming color
That will never sever
You are bold and strong You are the color of freedom.
I am a shade of jealousy,contempt
and envy
I am the color of the green grass
A color that feeds the world
Powerful and fresh
I stand for energy,strength and charisma
I am unstoppable Go.
You stand in distress
All tied up in a bun
A bun of fear,a bun of hope
A bun of defeat Unwind that bun.
DEPRESSING BLUES:
THE FATHER,THE BASTARD AND
Are you a swindler or a male whore that does not fail to create many illegitimates?
Are you a father that lacks morality?
You are better off an incompetent old fool lacking in fertility.
What kind of man has no sense of chastity
Continues to deliver spawn
At such a great vastness
There is too much luster
In comparison to alcoholism
You are a bastard
You have no sense or care as to your mannerism
To many women, your ways are one of vampirism
You drain them to your heart’s content
Without any actual repent
You are the dark horse
That moves about with no remorse The air is stale. You are one hell of a red blooded male No.
The wind is mute
There is a sudden refute
Somehow,someway
A guilty bell begins to ring and sing at the back of your thoughts
You become eager to feed, the many that are in need You are a father,a bastard and an angel.
THE MOTHER,THE BITCH AND
Are you a whore or are you a woman of ill repute? No.
You are a mother
You never fail to support
Or carry out an extended report
On a daily basis
You cause a volcanic eruption
In many stubborn adolescents
Who continue with their destruction of themselves or the world unknown You are a bitch.
You are blinded by worry
You are consumed by fate
You have nothing to lose You are a bitch,a mother but a saint.
A body of illness
An illness so deadly it is a constant fatigue
A body of corruption
A corruption at fast pursuit
An ongoing corruption
A never ending disruption
Take a stroll down my government body
Green is for envy but there is no envy needed at this point At this point where there are many in agony and dancing at a joint
A joint of confusion
A joint of depression
A joint of hopelessness
Many chains
Many untamed Many remains but unclaimed
A spark of light incites passion A passion for rage
A passion emerged from fear and cruel pain
The blind at heart and the lame are like a never ending game This is truly a great shame for a body to be defamed
Defamed by the blues government
Defamed by many untamed The many that came from fears and tears erupting from a raging blues
A long time ago
I was a green flower of success and multiple dreams
I was the envy of many nations
I was the sparkling brilliant green irises of luck and freedom
I am now an empty soul
A fallen spirit and victim of the dark blues ...a body governed by the blues.
Last night I died
I cried and I cried and I cried
I drowned all my pride and I cried and I cried and I cried
I tripped over half a bottle of vodka
Did a U-turn on my bed
Where all my pain had fled
Was never really a devotee
But an insomniac popping pills every night that helped with the sleep alright
But last night,I took to a different flight
With bitter spite,under a faint light
I cried and I cried and I cried
Who would ever believe
Such an outstanding one of a kind
Would hide and abide
By rules so blind,so demeaning
Rules that wrench your soul to shreds
Tiny little shreds
That can never be put
Ever and never together again
So let it rain
Let it pour with rain
Like a speed train
A beast untamed
All over my bed
Let it rain and rain and rain
Like a never ending game
All over my bed
Let it rain and rain
With so many tears
Releasing so many fears
Last night I thought I was dying Last night I died.
I woke up this morning and I knew I had died
I woke up this morning and I laughed and I laughed and I laughed
For all that had happened were the works of a drunken fool
I had been the object and the tool
I had survived my very own folly
Last night I cried and I died Tonight I shall live to laugh.
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