The King In His Lonely Castle The King in his lonely Castle there once was a king, who owned everything, but for one reason he was morose. He could not give a ring, or a single damn thing, to the girl, that he loved, the most. You see in ages past, with moons gone by, the king once had a queen, he loved her so much, and he spent every day with her there, in his clutch. but as they say the winds will change and the seas will rise and girl’s’ll find other, better guys, and the king, sat in his throne. Alone. Every day he waited, every night he hated himself, for whatever he had done to make her leave him for someone else. years went by and the seas went dry and the king was still sat in his throne watching down below as he let out a large bellow because everyone had found happiness but him. so he took up his sword and marched forward to slaughter those who had 'wronged him'. He slit their throats and told tasteless jokes as he watched their eyes go wide he went mad, the king and started to sing about the crimes he’d done but when he’d done he realised that he had killed the one she lay there dead blood all over her head both there and on the sword. he fell to his knees and begged God please that she was not the one it was too late for sorry he knew what he must do and he did it in a hurry and he did it through and through It was his sword he drew and at his own neck he threw a cut to end it all he stared into her eyes made his last goodbyes as the people witnessed his fall.

A Meeting The autumn leaf falls In the churchyard it falls down Death meets death on graves

Numbers Numbers' Overlapping voices, 'sorry, what?' I stand in the queue. I speak 4 languages, will split logs, climb girders and dig graves. I know 6 trades, have 5 children but one dime to my name. I stand in a valley of thousands, And we all stand for a pursuit out of #depression. I stand in a valley of thousands, And we all stand in line for one job.

dare i set sail? dare i set sail' dare i set sail to fall in love?,the Water-Lilly Island out in the blue depths. dare i leave port and weath'r treacherous seas once more? pull the hitch and gull wing, tack,tack,tack,jibe steady arm on the rudder at all times. yet when I find the chest,i am lost. after whirlpool and great marlin i find my breath away with the wind. the Island is tropic, coconuts on each long tan tree, but it's not the beach i seek, it's the heart of the jungle, deep. her vine's entangle me caress my legs, throwing herself around me the thick canopy and thistle defend against moonlight and lighthouse, i am left in the dark. but a few more paces in,i'd stand in the clearing of her heart so dare i set sail?, am I ready to embark?to face the winds,water,the everlong dark is my humble vessel ready for such a rush? looking out onto a calm sea when day is dawning,salao says; 'red sky this morning'

Apples There are 3 apple cores by my side, And one in my hand. Each, With their own Distinctive taste. Each, With their own bitter last bite. The rose red apple in my hand Is slowly turning brown The single bite I’ve made A wound, in what was a perfect apple. Its juice dripping down my hand, So sticky, so perfectly sweet. The pile of corpses lie still While the storm rages on Both outside and in. I stare at them, rotting Trying to forget the bitter last bites Trying to find, the perfectly sweet pink lady. The first to be cast aside, Was a nice little apple. At that point I was happy, Too happy to even play With the thought of bitterness. She started out sweet But my friend enjoyed the taste too And it was he Who provided the first core. This apple was my first taste of pessimism A taste that has been in my mouth For quite some time since. The second was a strange looking lady. A single black leaf sat On her head. Like a fringe of coal-black hair. The entire time It was bittersweet And the more I bit into said apple The more I wanted. In no time, I had reduced it down to a core, The addictive bitterness And subtle sweetness. I could not get enough. Even now, I look for the Little black leaf, To try and find a similar apple. But after swallowing the last bite. The horrible aftertaste began. How I wretched and wretched, Wanting to vomit. Wanting to purge myself of Such sweet agony. But I couldn’t. As what must be a poisonous apple reached my stomach I curled up on my bed Clutching my gut. Trying to suffocate the intense inferno within. But the embers still remain. I then reached for my third apple With her pink cheeks, And shine. Surely she must dowse the flames Surely she must be sweet enough. Once again, I was wrong. As always it started out well, The red skin, the firm crunch And whilst the juices were cold They froze the pain but I too, began to freeze. My once warm core Froze over. And I became inhuman. After a while of sitting, The 3 cores at my side I thought it was time to try one more Before I leave. And here I am. A sweet, pink lady, A nice crunch, a shine, And everything I would like in an apple. Yet as I hold her, She dries, and slowly turns darker Against my wishes. For she is perfect, But too perfect for someone as inhuman as me. I now sit with 4 cores by my side. Disappointed at each. It was I who bought them And thus it is I, Who takes the blame. For now I’ll sit, Watch them mulch in my creaky old home. I’ll sit with the remnants of the first, the strange, the sweet and the perfect, And I’ll sit alone.