#Woody #Stirling #Scottish #Scotland #Strictlymakinmusic #UK #Poetry #Poet Clock A second counter Wont stop I'm watching the  counter The counter I just cleaned Pile with dust Newly polished metal Turn to rust She's an owl Open eyed In a sowel Of disgust Her distrust Evident in bed Without evidence Said something Runs in my head Trying to make sence Of this last scandal To much to handle My hope a candle And the wind just picked up This patchwork Hard work Fingers starting to hurt She a flower Complements water And I shower her, She's my wine My line Way I draw my power From her She the type of elephant With an extra good memory for memories Some stuff she wants to forget But cant So i let her rant And let it all out Till shes  as light as a feather Drifting along in any weather I want to make mirror To mirror Weather I'm weathered or withered But I'm poisoned  with poision Consequence Of a tense battle with a rattle snake But I don't let him slither Bite me his only defence No one told him It excites me I grit  my teeth I feel like dirt Beneath feet Ten feet deep I feel kept in the dark Trodden on  dirty and cheap Limitless amount Of me  And my total amount is free Why would it not be ? See if you could see I'm not some thing to be pawned just on repeat Wronged Everything prolonged I guess thats  what i get for being soft Spikes aloft And you get pissed Because you kissed A Cactus My points got points When i smoke joints Not the time  for a fist She flash her eyelash To get  cash I'd do the same But I'm still mythed Feel like all i can do is wait And tell the difference between What's real and what i hylicinate Smoke till Im broke smile at the joke