paint reflects on the eyes as they judge,
no tears seeping out causing them to smudge,
so much emotion and so much pain,
to paint this picture with nothing to gain,
waiting for someone to see the hurt,
as they look not completely alert,
bored faces pass just not seeing it,
their focus is never on every little bit,
jealous of another who painted in big squares,
brightly colours of light is what anyone cares,
a two year old can paint that same thing good,
while my painting is more emotional and understood,
the curves and slashes of that corpse by the sea,
i think it is beautiful but that might be just psychotic artist me.

pulled over on the side of the road,
while transporting a big giant load,
the police man comes asking for my breath,
i am not drunk but i am smelling of death,
so i blow into his device and see what shows,
i smirk at him strange as he now knows,
he then asked me for my license which i reached for,
i sat up a little and swiped it through my asscrack more,
giving it to him with the smell of stench fuming off,
he stood back gagging and trying not to cough,
holding up the breathalyzer waving it around,
just then to both our amazements it made a beeping sound.

before in my life i was pushed around to be made dizzy,
now in my life i constantly work to keep myself busy,
before i would let it happen until it all passed me by,
now when someone pushed me make them cry,
before when they came for me to pick on for fun,
now i am stronger and fit the more i run,
before i started to bottle it all inside,
now it shows with no more need to hide,
before i wouldn't try to avoid what would come,
now i am someone who is no longer numb,
before i saw one of them looking sick and fat,
now its just a memory and my eyelid wont bat.

The child plays games of slaughter and death,
Hearing him get angry exhaling his breath
Seeing the blood and fighting so bad,
When do I know to stop him being a dad,
They say it desensitizes their mind,
But that's where I wondered to find,
When a medical show is on the television,
He leaves the room being his decision,
It's too sick for him to take,
Because he knows videogames are fake.

the unbalanced stand of another held to clasp hands steady,
unknown panic of movement from this surprise of unready,
fallen piles collapse to crash and crush bone,
grinding flesh between building and earth stone,
from the rubble a search conducts through this mess,
panic among them trapped to show stress,
caught between a place thought to be safe and sound,
death will come alone trapped underground....

the little monkey was taken from his happy tree,
down to the canyon where a demon crushed his knee,
the ghosts of the demons absorbed into his soul,
taking over his little body and assuming control,
breaking out of the rocks showing eyes glow red,
he roars the loudest from his flaming body and horned head,
leading the army of pig demons to the castle and through,
he wins against the king by throwing firey hot poo,
with the castle in flames of the bright orange glow behind,
even the smallest can be destructive when evil is combined.

her fortune is told after reading the lines,
her death is coming in its designs,
even after death her body is maimed,
even when she is never named,
they cut off her head and feet,
they continue ripping at the meat,
from the rear her guts are ripped through,
from the oven now she is on the table for you.

brought some lollies from the corner shop,
began to eat them and cant stop,
it is so yum to eat so much,
my fingers enjoy each touch,
digging deep in a variety of types,
the sugar tastes from the coloured stripes,
swallowing down as the more i take,
then soon after i have a belly ache.

i asked susi markova what i should write about, being the first thing that pops into her head, and she answered "penis" so ok, heres a poem about penis.

lifeless and limp in the early morning hours,
in the cold of that night it indents and cowers,
as the morning sun rises so does the tent,
pitching up high in the middle as an outwards dent,
stretching long with arms spread out in each direction,
cannot stand up quick because of this giant erection,
manage to move after thinking of dirty slime zits,
definitely never think of smooth skin large tits,
get to the shower and turn on the cold tap fast,
sagging the balloon after it almost was ready to blast.

As i am constantly working on something here or there,
i see other people having fun giving them a strange stare,
working less and getting paid more then having an afternoon off,
while i cant miss a day or an hour and worry if i cough,
just enough to make ends meet and sometimes less,
but i work as a self employed i must confess,
this is the difference is that you work alone,
no one to pick up the slack and no second ear on the phone,
as it is a busy job with constant doing things,
now i must go because my phone now rings.