A asked a question to B.

Who broadcast the answer to C.

Who was chatting to D.

Who was debating with E.

Who was explaining to F.

Who was frightened of G.

Who was gallivanting with H.

Who was harassing I.

Who was ignoring J.

Who was jesting with K.

Who was keeping secrets from L.

Who was laughing at M.

Who was mortified at N.

Who was naughty with O.

Who was optimistic with P.

Who was plotting with Q.

Who was questioning R.

Who was reluctant with S.

Who was seduced by T.

Who was tempted by U.

Who was underwhelmed by V.

Who was vexed by W.

Who waited for X.

Who was xenophobic to Y.

Who was yelling at Z.

Who was zonked out.

The poets mind is an oven of thoughts.

Whose flame can not be snuffed.

Where words expand and erupt.

The poets ideas are a shoal of fish caught.

Whose bodies writhe and jerk.

Where individual images are put to work.

The poets ambitions are scattered leaves.

Whose shapes are overlapped without design.

Where hidden sentences hide between the lines.

One day I am going to leave the house without my key.

I won't have a need for it you see.

I will walk along the road until I reach a motorway.

But I wouldn't have to do this if there were another way.

Such is life and life is such.

Yet I'm afraid we've lost touch.

Across the fields I shall stroll along.

Singing any mindless song.

Just something to pass the time.

As I walk towards this so called crime.

Acknowledging the cows and greeting the sheep.

I will not eat and I will not sleep.

My legs feel tired and my mind agrees.

But I carry on my hands and knees.

Through shit, mud and rain I crawl.

Never stopping because I hear the call.

I don't care how dirty I get.

I'm not bothered if I'm smelly, cold or wet.

The next day I weaken more.

Giving in to let my body hit the floor.

I shall squirm like a worm out of the ground.

But I won't complain, you won't hear a sound.

I'll dig my nails into the earth and drag myself along.

I intended not to stay strong.

Finally I won't have any strength left.

I won't be concerned with my laboured breath.

I will flip myself over with my last ounce of energy.

And lay there waiting for fate to condemn me.

As I lie there motionlessly staring up at the sky.

I won't be wondering how, if, but or why.

I shall watch the stars as they flicker and fade.

One by one the choice is made.

I will admire them for their bravery.

And offer myself for the emptiness to save me.

If ever I find that I'm too consumed to get by.

This is how I plan to die.

The sun comes up with its intensions at thier greatest.

The frozen earth anxiously awaits this.

As the frost starts gleaming.

While the cat's still dreaming.

Diamonds on the lawn sparkle.

Last night the fence was bare.

Not a single thread lay there.

As we sleep, warm from the cold so bitter.

Natures weavers created a display that glitters.

Diamonds on the wall shimmer.

Stars left thier answers to many wishes.

The lonely are comforted by angelic kisses.

Every tiny droplet twinkles within your eye.

Reminding you that love is always close by.

Diamonds from your intensions are shining.

The night air is heavy and the world is shaded.

There has been anticipation since the sunlight faded.

In your dreams you think of canes of candy and bells of a sleigh.

As you let sleep drift you away.

You will not hear it when its falling.

But you will understand its calling.

A special place to where your mind can go.

In the silence of snow.

The morning comes and the birds are still chirping.

The hustle and bustle of life has stopped working.

No cars move and no one is speaking.

There is a magic moment that they are keeping.

You won't see it if you're easily distracted.

There is no sound for your ears to be attracted.

And its presence you will know.

With the silence of snow.

Appearing to you as ice-formed feathers.

Angelic miracles seem to fall forever.

Tumbling on the wind and sailing in the sky.

Spiralling in dance and landing with a sigh.

All anger is gone.

All problems move on.

As the love secretly grows.

During the silence of snow.

Gently lapping upon happier shores.

Warmer waters reaching frozen cores.

Melting away troubles stuck by natures mother.

It gave us a chance to reflect, God love her.

Life can be renewed from inside.

When we walk across seasonal tides.

Caressing your feet like a much needed blanket.

You've had a stressful morning and can only thank it.

Heated liquid flowing back and forth like a breath.

Soothing every ache till none are left.

Be sure not to let your soul become fried.

As you stroll along seasonal tides.

Leaves as red as their fiery deity.

I listen carefully to what they say to me.

But it is the ocean that has my attention.

Curious of what whisper each wave mentions.

It is a guarantee that your dreams haven't lied.

Rolling within these seasonal tides.

Washed away are the colours of earths canvas.

Gone are the days that once tanned us.

Memories are hidden so it does not know them.

Encased in our hearts as if frozen.

All that was cherished has naturally died.

Completing the cycle of seasonal tides

Love was a snowflake for him.

Pretty, cold and temporary in the making.

Winter's air kept his emotions frozen.

A gradual process of corrosion.

Placed into the heart of my love.

I couldn't bear to let the fierce night steal.

Knowing his mind would forget what is real.

Sadness swamps his happiness and turns it to woe.

He is as quiet and innocent as freshly fallen snow.

Placed into the heart of my love.

I wish I could give some sun rays.

Melt and evaporate the crystalised tears on display.

Provide a chance for a more fulfilling life.

I don't want to keep seeing him struggling with the strive.

Placed into the heart of my love.

Should his heart ever be made of pure flame.

I'd make sure it would scorch away the pain.

Life for him hasn't been at its sweetest.

I want to take his tomorrow back to where the heat is.

Placed into the heart of my love.

The description of the heart is like a peach.

It's a connection I'd like to reach.

Feel how both are soft and tender.

Can be bruised to spoil the splendor.

Be delicate with my peach heart.

I can tell its feeling by its colouration.

It's nectarous presence has no other sensation.

Than to captivate my thoughts daily.

Yet, I know its warmth will fray from me.

I'm holding on to my peach heart.

The stone in the peach is a symbol of my heart's bravery.

Its succulence will be explained today, you'll see.

If you can tap into the depths of its reason.

That peach you hold, will always be in season.

My love is as ripe as my peach heart.

The juice represents my blood and tears.

Helps that love to appear.

A love that your providing.

Even though both can be divided.

You’re the consumer of the peach heart from me.

Everytime I step outside.

I wonder what will happen when I start to feel the heat.

Temptation comes from the light.

I want to avoid it but it is just too hard to beat.

There are no clouds up in the sky.

And that makes me scared.

Because it means I could die.

From the killer sun.

Lava ball in the air.

Why are you looking like you want to consume my soul?

This decision's a dare.

You just won't stop until you have full control.

I don't think I'd like to be fried.

Won't look good grilled.

Can't see that I have cried.

Thanks to the killer sun.

Cancerous and eager to burn.

Awaiting for its victims to fall from the right, centre and left.

When will humanity learn.

It needs to resist the fiery call of death,

The rain did not even try.

To cool me down.

My spirit will want to fly.

Towards that killer sun.