To A Love, That Day

Bragging of the sensual,
one being
Brags of her misery,
untold to none
Hating here bridges,
gaps in breasts
Holding her bitter tongue,
Not until,
I gasp and envy at here sensual,
Touch that is caressed,
She glides,
A smile to tickle my brain,
Is this not ,
Great i sigh,
The sensual one being told
I smiled a smile a country clown,
Would command,
She bites and haunts,
The idiot wind,
And blames her bragging
On to many hours at the waist
She brags of her misery,
I hold tongues,
At this sensual one being
Copyright@BradleyHeenan2011

And Is Death Infinite By Nature

Is death infinite by nature
ruminating until the end
but death balances the hope
and announces that help

is in retrospect
and death and torture

are infinite by nature
but power cancelles inosance
and haunting nature
reflects the damaged and damned
but purity enriched many
purists and those among
and is death infinite by nature


saneness is pain bought
forward for white coated ego's
and is death and
pain infinite by nature
pain as foreclosed as
evening's grimness everyday's
sceptisism is but recorded
producing humility
and pain is retrabution
bought together in ones oath
and is death infinite by nature


challenges people to look up
and value what has been
and as time recollects
is time is on our side
but death isn't for what we know
and is time and death
infinite by nature as we know
is but to answer the never ending line
were do we go after we die
maybe death is infinite by nature
and death we shall be born again

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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
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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
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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

A Quote

"Is my brain too loud for you whispering ears"

Copyright@BradleyHeenan2011

Weary Mind And Bones

Following time through the beginnings
and beginnings only so far along tha way
winding and binding all the pictures
to put back into a whole of thereabouts
i pondered my escaping existence
for only he knows how long it will be for


thy not one to refuse his higher reputation
that the conquered will forever un whole
and that the conqurees will always be
whole of your holiness that i envisaged
bring out the truck and dump not need anymore


for the sun will peak for today
but tomorrow only evil or evil itself
can envisage a dead mans soul
for went when or where i go
i insofar that high aboves lust and love


but only to the stars that is
begin to whisper a kind gas of utility use
that i begin to live within my means
and tested there shore enough
that begins the healing of my weary mind and bones
Copyright@BradleyHeenan2011