the radio is switched on to listen to the news,
boring commercials are ignored by the listeners choose,
switching over between channels hearing more,
they advertise all day and keep adding to the bore,
eventually switching back just as the news starts,
on this station people sound like speaking farts,
not understanding the words they speak,
the frustration builds to its highest peak,
switching it off and now on the tv now,
just as the adds start with milk from a cow,
switching channels that keep showing shit,
never enough money to buy any of it,
people who work are not home to see this crap,
the tv is then switched off as its time to take a nap.

A mind of beauty thinks the same,
as a skin of pretty ignites the flame,
the mind thinks skin is ugly to view,
if only the skin ever knew,
styled hair gives the mind some ease,
as the skin attracts the devilish sleaze,
the mirror gives nothing but no hope,
as the skin gets pinched with a grope,
both have problems attracting a mate,
as both go on a specially asked date,
love is found but in the mind,
as the skin is broken and left behind,
the mind found a tender heart to match,
as the skin now has an itch to scratch,
beauty sometimes can be a curse,
but the mind through life has seen much worse.

elegant clothes draped over the masters shoulder,
walking past the cracked paint of the walls getting older,
one of his children stand near the doorway alone,
as the other comes out looking a little older but still a clone,
he looks at them both with blankness on his unimpressed face,
then walking past them as if they are a complete disgrace,
they all sleep in their rooms for the night is dark,
a candle falls to the floor igniting the sheets with a spark,
the flames burn through the house and smoke the halls,
as the children wake up shouting loudly long calls,
they run to their fathers door but find it locked,
hitting it harder as each time more they knocked,
the flames burn more as the children keep trying,
wanting to save their father while pushing and crying,
the fire takes them both as fire heats the door,
rushing underneath while burning the floor,
lighting the room being empty of the master,
as he escaped out the window before the disaster.

easy as it comes to my thinking mind,
the day it stops never to the way its designed,
crafted over years in solitude of the rooms dim light,
thinking while staring at stars through the window at night,
to now while i sit in solitude thinking still,
pulsing brain of pressure reaching its fill,
to soon snuggle my head and heart beating in my chest,
while i sit with never opening a bible used as an arm rest,
the dog snores loud but i drown it in music i listen to,
not feeling the bugs bite until after they flew,
as my other self sits looking back while blinking an eye,
the joy of his wings gliding while i press keys to make him fly,
perhaps annoying sometimes when i over tell parts of my book,
building up the momentum to give those in it a look,
bringing them closer to know the character i see,
just including you all is just how it must be,
its a thank you for being my close loving friend,
and will continue on even after the books end.

the key spins around falling between the cracks,
hearing the sound so clear with something attracts,
using eyes to search for it but not seen at first glance,
walking around the spot like an ancient war dance,
the setting sun doesn't give enough light,
with the lamps turning on as it fades into night,
now the hands reach with fingers searching below,
as the finger glides across tracing to follow,
a scratch of metal on concrete dirt able to hear,
touching the same place to pull it out to appear,
a coin shows itself with a date on the side,
flipping it up with a spin to decide,
the coin falls down between the cracks too,
following it where it leads where the weeds grew,
a key shines in the eye of brown almost gold,
as strange it may be with the way things unfold.

beautiful views of the mountains pass,
along the hills of waving grass,
humming a song i cannot sing in tune,
watching the sunset all afternoon,
searching for troubles no matter how small,
hearing a crying near the mountain wall,
coming in for a landing to hope not to scare,
as she sits with tears dropping from her stare,
brightly i come closer with a sympathetic face,
but i am burning and cannot hold her in embrace,
she fell off the cliff and hurt her knee,
luckily stopped from falling by a branch of a tree,
i extend my wing to let her climb on my back,
as i dig my long nails in walking up the track,
dropping her off and giving a smile before i fly,
i dried those tears away so she wouldn't cry.

Entering the castle keep,
while the guards wait almost asleep,
approaching ahead the royal throne,
he left with many but now is alone,
the king awaited his return,
now having news of concern,
a message of the kings son being killed,
by a knight being better skilled,
cut through other men then more,
killing them all in blood and gore,
getting to the prince at the end,
but letting this one man live with a message to send,
to bring a message to the kings worth,
stay off the Eastern lands turf,
but the king does not take this message light,
bringing his men to prepare to fight,
revenge in his heart as the loss of his son,
how could such a knight have won,
as the king steps forth ready to leave,
the messenger rolls up his sleeve,
not being a servant but an assassin in disguise,
killing the king because he was not so wise.

the journey is planned and decided with a raise of the glass,
to travel to the north along the ridge of deaths pass,
then reach the summit of the mountain before the next night,
they leave through the doors of the castle with mountain in sight,
the women and children wave goodbye to their love,
as a child gives his father a hug while looking above,
heading out and down through the lands of the giant spider,
as the men walk their horses slow not being a rider,
down to the stream flowing strong after melted snow,
the men setup camp next to the powerful waters flow,
there they cast their lines into the water with hooked bait,
looking at the water all sitting and laying in wait,
their leader sits and unpacks all his things,
they take out the drinks as one man sings,
drunk into the night then passing out being sick,
the night suddenly becomes day really quick,
opening eyes with cracking necks and joints,
as no fish were caught adding to only what disappoints,
hungover the men stay unable to move through the day,
wanting the feelings to go the hell away,
finally bringing themselves to go back,
following while still feeling death along the track,
reaching the steps to the castle to see the waiting wives,
as they welcome the men back after thinking they risked their lives,
they didn't even make it to the bottom of the mountains climb,
just getting drunk and wasting their given time.

the sight of you brings the gurgling stench of vomit to my breath,
sickening the nostril hairs of your reeking rot of decomposing death,
blinding my eyes of the needles stuck deep from stares of hurt,
scabs bleed repeatedly as the puss grows inside ready to spurt,
wrinkled with dust hardened in between in lines of trench,
turning my head to hold my nose at the overpowering stench,
coughing to release memories in sneezes reminded of you,
a sigh and a deep swelling burp burns the throat as it blew,
with a spluttering ass of spreading brown turns dark from white,
as a moment alone crouched in the corner relieves of your sight,
blank walls mask what is known there from a simple turn and look,
being a demon hidden inside that will never be written in a book.

cuts into the skin deep to colour the lines,
as it brings the blood to the surface with ink combines,
painting a shadow of the darkness under his skin,
painful at first in the stabbing needle when it was to begin,
drawing a circle not as fast as with a brush,
taking it slow as not to make a mistake with a rush,
completing the form of the animal he desires,
as the flames will need colour later in the dragon fires,
across his arm and down his back it goes,
as the scales of the skin with his it flows.