MAD MARIA .ONE OF THEM THAT LIVE IN MY HEAD

I went to bed at midnight last night having been up for the past eighteen hours and was looking forward to at least a modicum of sleep,Did I get it.No NO No.Mad Maria went into a massive rant at about two this morning and all because I introduced you to Nathaniel first.Anyway a bit of a look at Mad Maria.
She is a beautiful West Indian Lady who could be thirty or even fifty years old and she sits and knits Tea cosies  from her Dreadlocks which I think is a bit strange but hey who am I?She uses I think number nine knitting needles which appear to be made of stainless steel.I think I might be in love with her.
However at two a.m.I stand inside my head talking to Maria and asking her what else troubles her,She looks so damned attractive and I find my mind wandering into the "what if" zone then I realise she knows what i`m thinking.Oh God does she know everything? All my fantasies?Secrets? Yes I can see that knowing smile and I dash off to press the delete button.to late she shouts it`s all ROM,Grant Burford why did you ever teach me computer skills and the mercenary in me asks Did you charge Mad Maria for learning along side of me?.I digress and in doing so catch a glimpse of a hint of a shadow of Marias breast as she marches up and down her room and my mind goes into fantasy mode but she knows .Jesus can I never dream of her again ?Will she always know?Some of the things i`ve dreamt are not suitable to be put out on a blog,Should I be ashamed?I look into her eyes via her breasts and I see just a twinkle of the dawn of the promise of what tomorrow may bring and I feel better.
In the meantime she is jabbing me with her number nines and saying keep your clothes on when you fantasise about me and I don`t look like you think I look naked I look even better all she is doing now is teasing giving me more food for thought which I must not think or she will know. i am beginning to think that Mad Maria is ever so slightly devious and I still think I love her.She quietens and I slink off thinking what would her dreadlocks look like spread across my pillow?I hear her shout "you may never find out" Maria can be so cutting.I`m going to be calling on her again real soon.

THE PEOPLE WHO LIVE IN MY HEAD.. NUMBER ONE.

Number one is Nathaniel an old ,old man who was even old when time was young.He is a blind gardener,Though his lack of sight does not seem to be a handicap to him.I visit him quite often and have done for years.I have never actually seen him gardening but it must be him no one else is there,In all the years I have known him he has never once spoken to me until a few weeks ago...As usual he was sat on the battered stub of a once giant tree and his elbows leaned elderly upon the scarred old trunk of a table that once stood polished and proud.One day in the summer I just had to say "Nathaniel you grow such wonderful roses,What can I grow"? He looked at me through those icy white sightless eyes and said in a dreadful menace of a voice..............."OLD".I will take Nathaniel Bergamot tea the next time I visit which will not be for a while.
Watch out for Number Two in my head...Coming soon

ACCIDENTAL DEARTH...

SMASH
CRASH
COLLISION
THE FUTURE
THE PRESENT
TTHE PAST
ALL KNITTED TOGETHER
IN SOME MAD PARISIAN CAST
THE NUCLEAR BLAST
THE BEGINNING OF TIME
THE TIME THAT IS MINE
THE SPIRIT REBORN
AND LIKE A SHEEP TO BE SHORN
I FIGHT AND I GROWL
I SWEAR AND I HOWL
GET AWAY FROM THIS SOUL
LEAVE ME SAFE IN MY HOLE
BUT MY WHOLE ISN`T RIGHT
MY BODY FEELS TIGHT
I`M TO TIRED TO TAKE FLIGHT
SO I STEP INTO THE LIGHT
AND I CAN SMELL
A NEW SMELL
SOMEWHAT DIFFERENT TO THE HELL
I HAD BEEN LOCKED IN FOR YEARS
WHERE THE ANGRY LOOKS SEARED
THE FLESH FROM MY BONES
THE WORDS IN THE TOMES
SPOKE VOLUMES
YET SILENT THEY SEEMED.
AND AS THE DAYS LEANED
INTO TORMENTED WEEKS
THE VULTURES ARRIVED
AND WITH SHARPENING BEAKS
ATE MY INSIDES FROM OUT
AN INTERMINABLE BOUT
BUT THE DAY THE BLAST CAME
WAS THE SAME.
LIKE MANY OTHERS
A DRUG BINGE FOR BREAKFAST
THEN OUT ROBBING MY BROTHERS
TILL FLUNG TO THE FLOOR
LIKE SOME UNFORTUNATE WHORE
I WAS ROCKED TO THE CORE
REVEALED
WAS THE LORE
THE MYTH OF THIS BEAST
THE MOST OF THE LEAST
THEN I REALISED I KNEW
THAT THIS WAS MY CUE
IT TOOK ME SO LONG
I WENT SO TERRIBLY WRONG.
I`M SORRY.