Mason's Car

Rumble, rumble hear the car grumble

“No response” father cries

Thud, thud the car goes upward

Phones drop to this scene

Bump, bump car finally slumps

On it’s eleventh holiday

Masons watch in ‘aww’ at the car

Broken down now after taking them so far

The office and organization

Can’t help the Mason’s desperation

Of not leaving their car in France

Preferring car to be lost in such a distance

Stumble, stumble hear Mason’s grumble

Thud, thud Mason’s go downward

Slump, slump over every bump

Oh their eleventh holiday

Mushrooms

Look outside

I see a close anomaly

A league of mushrooms

Rise from the grass

What does it mean

Is the grass poisoned

Filled with the decaying life 

Of Fungi

I stare at the mushrooms

Thinking about me

Till father cuts them down

I feel sad

So sad

Why so sad

Thought

Today everything’s changed, for the better of us at last

Thought I was stuck here, till a long time passed

Thought it won’t work, wanna break it till long

Until you arrive, it’s like a rough love song

I tell myself everyday that what I felt was false

Heart beats in confusion through a tender pulse

But the at it’s true, I then break through

It might just be that I love you

Revelation

With something you hear

From one’s you dear

You feel the fear

Of Revelation

Are you known well

Should you go in and tell

Or wait for long and dwell

Of this Revelation

This revelation has shamed you

Framed you, and blamed you

Nothing left to do

Hope they don’t see you

Two years at sea

Two years at sea, Where is he now
Sitting back in an crapped House

Two years at sea has left the man cold
He waits in he shack as he slowly gets older

Two years at see his family have gone away
He ponders if anyone is keen of staying

Beige woman

Look at the beige woman

Stuck in and environment of men

Thinking that she can

After judging for the ten

Sincere smile on her face

She going to go home tonight

She’ll drag a man to her place

Open up what man pictures as heaven’s light

You do not wish this

Several men to make a choice

You rather forget about the sweet kiss

And rather hear my voice

Humphead Wrasse

Twelve o'clock, time for the wrasse
Big blue hump head ocean bass
What's the verdict of the blue, oh tell us lass

I've seen beauty, I seen pain
Countless humans sink in vain
Corpses rest on the beautiful coral plain

The ocean's clam, the ocean's still
Swimming through currents at my will
Feel earth's ruptures, seabed opens and water fills