Eight Legged Creeper

The eight legged creeper
As wide as your hand
And they live of the land
the hairy night time creeper


They give you the nighttime bite
Without being aware
They creep on you in the night
And this hairy nightime creeper


Will scuttle across your skin so light
You don’t wake up in the night
It’s only when it’s daylight
And this hairy nightime creeper


Will unhappily come into sight
That you might find you will get a fright
The scar on my arm
Is from one of these eight legged creepers
The hairy nighttime creeper


They leave a mark unaware in the dark
I was not aware no fuss
What seeped inside this scar
Was a bubble full of puss
And for me this hairy nightime creeper


The morning pain was all in vain
I never found this creeper in my eye frame
But that nighttime creeper
That caused my arm to seeper
And that hairy nightime creeper


If I had of caught him
he would have been a keeper
And just as shore as my name
It’s still there the scar stain
But I don’t hold any blame
So that hairy nightime creeper


And I will always remember that night
When the eight legged creeper
The nightime creeper
that little hairy creeper came
Copyright@BradleyHeenan2011

The Day Ahead

the bitter air lingers on in my stale mind
behind a closed mind
wandering for proof of existence
or the presence of spirit i pondered it
was i real and have i had a meal
or do i need to steal that seal
and eat it like an apple peal

it satisfied my want
shunt to think it filled me up
and i filled my cup
with boiling metal
this is know rose petal
and there's know chance
of boiling it in the kettle
this will make me settle
it will ease my stale mind
and will be very kind
so eased back in my chair
i had know care nor worry

i was fed and
waiting for the morning
i'll wake up in bed
and my brain will send warnings
ringing thumping and buzzing
everything will be fuzzy
and ill feel the bitter air
linger on in my stale mind
behind a closed mind
waiting for proof of exsistence
or the presence of spirit
Cpyright@BradleyHeenan2011

Infinity

Death is infinite

And i am infinite
liars, decieters

and plagueanisms
plus two or three

and maybe none
I am unborn and

losing to a female being born
I summon spirits

and spirits summon me
it's not nothing

it's bush dancing
and religious voodoo fever
goats cut throat and

the blood rejuvanating
I am infinite in the

death but stilly early rising
i am blood i am filth

but blood and me
will be dying pure
choosing a path,
but remember the path

chooses everyone
and it's not the choice of good

but energised romantic spirit
who desire more
love for redemption
the devil dosent condem you

god halts you and makes
you watch the devil at play
until you want
some more then
your path is leveled
like the goat
that's blood was

being rejuvanated buy
pure neccisty only to be told

you were already dead

this is phase 2

but wandering
how blackness

will equal whats envisaged
you eat grass
and hop like a bug
croak croak croak croak
something minus
you remember being,
before you step out and

this is last begining
until you begin again

Copyright@BradleyHeenan2011