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Sin

Your lissome regrets

Harbour no sails

As I groom you to know

I am not equal to your love

I sustain

You envelope

Me in your lusting

For More.

I wonder at my name

Prince William of Brit

For never shall I know

How you found me

Alone as a knave

Now my wish has been

Granted. I have found

A Tommy but you are

The swell I have been

Swimming for.

Lift me up so I surf

The Kalahari again

Resist not

Dear Kate

You are the timely

Saint of my

Longing. B

BCDFM

COPYRIGHT Bruce E Saunders 2020

There is no time like the present

No time to call me the better man

I love you all but still you sin

You smoke like Dirk but hold your fin

Like an animal

You do not win

In absence of glory you do not tell

The winner is evil the sky the begin

Of pleasure inperilled

The arc of bin laden

Does not finish here

But there where you win

The aimless start of war can be

The anywhere else for you do not begin

The end does start to make it sin

You do not know where I cannot simply

Open your eyes to the title track

Of the lp

I love to play

10 to 1

Is not the time

It opens doors

Where love begins

I di not know where you

Cannot sin

Begin the where

When no one sins

Where your difference on the brow

And hold your crooked man

On the sow

Soo-ee, soo-ee

I love you more

Than pigs do in your final hour

Do not know me when

You power

I know you not

And love you nire.

Pyre is work I do not pleasance

Take the bow

The corner presence

Is open now

I cannot hold

You again.

Bcdfn.

Copyright Bruce E Saunders 2020

And they call them antipsychotics

Olanzipine makes you obese

Aripirazole makes you lactate

Clozapine makes you faint

But I’m not worried about the seniority of the doctors in charge

Who are too young to understand the sensitivity of the psyche

And its warrants to allow those with undue pressures to perform

To allow them to feel secure in the findings of medicine

They don’t understand the use of prescription medicine to help their cause

To understand feelings misjudging them as faithless beings

Inscribed with the factual and not informative.

I feel they are killing us successfully as they use their means to open doors they should leave shut and to close them is impossible once they begin their terror.

Picu is psychiatric intensive care which they do not do. They don’t care and leave you caged with your medicine until you adapt to their way of thinking.

It is sure to be the end of all thinking when they absolve themselves of all jurice prudence and allow the writing to say it all.

I’ve written scientific papers (they are online if you want to check)

I speak the Queen’s english, not estuary english

So why the neologisms, why the strange breaks and repetition and

Nonsense verse?

It’s something that comes out of my head.

Forget dopamine and brain chemistry and seretonin inhibitors

That is not my language and I don’t believe in them

Nothing a good bottle of JD wouldn’t do.

But I got kicked in the head and now I listen to my…

I listen with my ears closed

And I hear these things that I place before you

Except a little of this, composition means little.

And I like it like this. I don’t know why, perhaps I am a rude illiterate really

Forgetting everything that I have been taught

Ignoring Mrs Trinchero my english teacher

But I like it like this.

So that is why my writing is so bad.  I like it bad.

Bad bad bad.

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

Bad boy.  Hair on my palms soon no doubt.

I can barely see the keyboard. I’m a merchant  banker

Not a china plate.

When

When I kisses you I feel an unearth

That goes from head to toe

That gives me the type of answer that I know

Means I have been alone for a long time

For I feel that it is a not

And a no before I even try

So I can see that in your eyes

You have not seen me in a few days now

And I have been alone again

So let’s start at the begin and sin.

Copyright B E Saunders 2016