Born unto broken shores makes us all the mother of whores,
Lay her down on backs of broken butterflies,
Taste the tears from her lips,
With streets of silk under sky's of scorn we fuck our forlorn,
Dragons chased across lifetimes of waist,
It is only our power that keeps this hour.
Sunday 12 December 2010
Friday 27 August 2010
Friday 20 August 2010
Tuesday 17 August 2010
The Electric Lady
The electric lady licks her lips shakes her hips and strums crying out,
“Grinding grey men flaying guitar Leyden maidens on altars of anguish”,
She flings her fingers deep eyes reaching for the moon witch echoes in the womb to beats of whom,
Caressing carelessness she eats rainbows of fire in a breaths desire,
Taught toes imbedded in skies as she felt its demise before she sore the sun rise as heaven had shaken her very eyes,
As she screams a thousand virgins bleed under the sky of thy and the devil is set to cry of raptures of velvet blood with hands held high we reach for the unattainable love of thy,
Glistening thunder rips patterns in paradoxes as illusions of values in virtues crashes through the walls of her very being,
Her engorged body engulfed in kisses ripples as the electric lady rips.
“Grinding grey men flaying guitar Leyden maidens on altars of anguish”,
She flings her fingers deep eyes reaching for the moon witch echoes in the womb to beats of whom,
Caressing carelessness she eats rainbows of fire in a breaths desire,
Taught toes imbedded in skies as she felt its demise before she sore the sun rise as heaven had shaken her very eyes,
As she screams a thousand virgins bleed under the sky of thy and the devil is set to cry of raptures of velvet blood with hands held high we reach for the unattainable love of thy,
Glistening thunder rips patterns in paradoxes as illusions of values in virtues crashes through the walls of her very being,
Her engorged body engulfed in kisses ripples as the electric lady rips.
Tuesday 27 July 2010
Friday 2 July 2010
War for the dying
A thousand dark thoughts crashed on the shores of hope,
Angel’s wings carry my soul to the loading ground,
I bark at the light as I caress the souls of the dammed,
Salvation ripped from the arms of children,
Once more the screams of doves fills the air with blood,
Darkness rains as if light had never breeched,
Floods of dying block the path to redemption,
Golden hands unable to clear timely air,
Once more unto.
Angel’s wings carry my soul to the loading ground,
I bark at the light as I caress the souls of the dammed,
Salvation ripped from the arms of children,
Once more the screams of doves fills the air with blood,
Darkness rains as if light had never breeched,
Floods of dying block the path to redemption,
Golden hands unable to clear timely air,
Once more unto.
Thursday 1 July 2010
The Singing Gravel
Thursday 24 June 2010
Answer
When your days end,
When you lay your life at your feet,
It is only you who can take responsibility,
You can not claim “ I was made to” or “I was ordered to”,
You walked the path you made.
When you lay your life at your feet,
It is only you who can take responsibility,
You can not claim “ I was made to” or “I was ordered to”,
You walked the path you made.
Default to Life
Modern day predators parade pointlessness,
Celebrities and phones only hold holes,
Isolated by iPods we succumb,
The preachers of our time sing of superiority,
The strangers of our times are ourselves,
Nine of the five is not the answer it's the fault,
Smiles of infinite possibilities suppressed by repayments,
Thoughts of mine sold in markets of manipulation,
Sail the ship of your life on your seas,
Default to life.
Celebrities and phones only hold holes,
Isolated by iPods we succumb,
The preachers of our time sing of superiority,
The strangers of our times are ourselves,
Nine of the five is not the answer it's the fault,
Smiles of infinite possibilities suppressed by repayments,
Thoughts of mine sold in markets of manipulation,
Sail the ship of your life on your seas,
Default to life.
Friday 11 June 2010
Tuesday 1 June 2010
The Circle
Born to immortality befriended by death loved by thy maker,
Souls divided ready to walk a thousand life times,
Paths entered journeys told footsteps lain alighting times irrelevance,
Souls divided ready to walk a thousand life times,
Paths entered journeys told footsteps lain alighting times irrelevance,
Sunday 9 May 2010
The Sorrow Lands
Born with bloody hands are the people of these lands,
The inherence of hypocrisy is the truth of the
downtrodden in tender times,
Majorities of silence speak in tongues of twisted
cries from the single eye,
Skulls scorned hidden in shadows crushed under
carpets of corruption,
Whilst the only fed desire is to acquire the
only outcome is to
In my name, I think not.
The inherence of hypocrisy is the truth of the
downtrodden in tender times,
Majorities of silence speak in tongues of twisted
cries from the single eye,
Skulls scorned hidden in shadows crushed under
carpets of corruption,
Whilst the only fed desire is to acquire the
only outcome is to
In my name, I think not.
Thursday 6 May 2010
Hidden by Vincent
Strokes of genius tender tense eyes in brushed skies,
Trees of Cypress surrounded by swirls purple moons,
Summers of yellow drank into departed ears,
Sunflowers n doctors sit for hands of King makers,
The mind of torment thought the world to see.
Trees of Cypress surrounded by swirls purple moons,
Summers of yellow drank into departed ears,
Sunflowers n doctors sit for hands of King makers,
The mind of torment thought the world to see.
The Lounge of Liquid Love
The lounge of liquid love lore's me unto Crocodile's,
Sights dripping with sorrow slip into simply being,
In the land of the lady reason has no responsibility,
Monks of Thelonious decorate defiant ears,
The synergy of sin simply doesn't see Seraphs,
I smoke distances in miles with no smiles until she
grants the magic of murdered memories.
Sights dripping with sorrow slip into simply being,
In the land of the lady reason has no responsibility,
Monks of Thelonious decorate defiant ears,
The synergy of sin simply doesn't see Seraphs,
I smoke distances in miles with no smiles until she
grants the magic of murdered memories.
Saturday 1 May 2010
The Sexually Repressed Wildebeest Called Joe
Theo;
I wish to smile for a long wile,
Spoke the horney tramp under the lazy lamp,
You are a gift from the gods an angel fallen unto times of mine,
I see Pixies picketing the gates of heaven in order to admit the,
Your lips whisper of ones children to be,
Clutched to your breast would be to see the birth of beauty,
Your tears wash the sins of very soul,
I feel the sadness of my happiness without you,
In my bed is were your soul should slumber,
Smile unto me this shinning night,
She;
She quietly shouts I covert fistfuls of fivers into
heaven for muff divers,
If you have the price to plunder pleasures on shores
of whores then we dance until the liquor adores,
Brothers of mine don’t get declined unless the
payment to night is not right,
Under lazy lamps related tramps whores barter prices with brothers.
I wish to smile for a long wile,
Spoke the horney tramp under the lazy lamp,
You are a gift from the gods an angel fallen unto times of mine,
I see Pixies picketing the gates of heaven in order to admit the,
Your lips whisper of ones children to be,
Clutched to your breast would be to see the birth of beauty,
Your tears wash the sins of very soul,
I feel the sadness of my happiness without you,
In my bed is were your soul should slumber,
Smile unto me this shinning night,
She;
She quietly shouts I covert fistfuls of fivers into
heaven for muff divers,
If you have the price to plunder pleasures on shores
of whores then we dance until the liquor adores,
Brothers of mine don’t get declined unless the
payment to night is not right,
Under lazy lamps related tramps whores barter prices with brothers.
The Republic of the Mind
If my language is my liberty and my liberty is love then a lifetime spent in the shadow of a smile is my liberation,
As the fragility of thought seeks its freedom on the field of valence I see the breath I draw is the life I sore bleeding in the fields of war,
I am a student of the moment with the lady that is a lifetime louring me to love her I bath in her beauty and behold her very story,
Caressed by the breast of thy mother our souls sore on sorrow of her pillaged plight under our might as is the proving ground of the day is the shinning light of the night,
As the fragility of thought seeks its freedom on the field of valence I see the breath I draw is the life I sore bleeding in the fields of war,
I am a student of the moment with the lady that is a lifetime louring me to love her I bath in her beauty and behold her very story,
Caressed by the breast of thy mother our souls sore on sorrow of her pillaged plight under our might as is the proving ground of the day is the shinning light of the night,
Grinning is always winning
With faces of gimps and leavers of love I lore loquaciousness,
I see lovenkrands living in liquid to lick Lily,
Ripping the clothes from your mind will reveal radishes of
rapid loving,
Guided by Gilliam I gild grins,
I sore souls soaring on sandbags of sodomised monkeys,
Shocked by shaved shivering sherbet we all bought umbrellas,
Lay me down on tables of licking lickerish and love,
Oh well we all dance until death.
I see lovenkrands living in liquid to lick Lily,
Ripping the clothes from your mind will reveal radishes of
rapid loving,
Guided by Gilliam I gild grins,
I sore souls soaring on sandbags of sodomised monkeys,
Shocked by shaved shivering sherbet we all bought umbrellas,
Lay me down on tables of licking lickerish and love,
Oh well we all dance until death.
Sunday 4 April 2010
But all is right with me
Promises scorned in times mourned,
The raw of the four is no more as the tree that incubuses me is she,
Known by names of nurture we are but three,
But all is right with me.
The Majesty of the Fallacious Mind
The wonderment of words that dance upon def ears,
Flames of my heart once so bright now flicker in the moonlight,
Legs of a thousand journeys now only wield footprints in the past,
Solitude sort in the face of the reaper sore friendships fall,
Whilst gravity of gratitude no longer holds sway,
All that is left is Sayers of sooth who sell the mercurial truth ripped from the rose lip.
Flames of my heart once so bright now flicker in the moonlight,
Legs of a thousand journeys now only wield footprints in the past,
Solitude sort in the face of the reaper sore friendships fall,
Whilst gravity of gratitude no longer holds sway,
All that is left is Sayers of sooth who sell the mercurial truth ripped from the rose lip.
Bovey in the lands of Velvet Hands
Bovey was her name and she danced in green rain,
She lived in lands of made of velvet hands,
Her aim was to gain the mirror of shame,
With friends such as the dame she never hid her face in vain,
Tables made of worms and eyes of knees we share such a sneeze,
The butterfly king stung by the very young of the jellyfishes bum,
With legs of feet of six and feet of lead arms that bore flowers of darkening hours the Greatin monster roamed the velvet hands,
Bovey travelled on giant grapes pulled by flying apes,
And we are all off to see the Sharman of Shalamain shimmering in silver slippers.
She lived in lands of made of velvet hands,
Her aim was to gain the mirror of shame,
With friends such as the dame she never hid her face in vain,
Tables made of worms and eyes of knees we share such a sneeze,
The butterfly king stung by the very young of the jellyfishes bum,
With legs of feet of six and feet of lead arms that bore flowers of darkening hours the Greatin monster roamed the velvet hands,
Bovey travelled on giant grapes pulled by flying apes,
And we are all off to see the Sharman of Shalamain shimmering in silver slippers.
Friday 2 April 2010
Lady's Without Faces
The world lives at midnight and the quantum tide is yet to turn,
Consequences without life infuriates trees of Octopuses,
I hear her scream in the silence of her mind,
My friend my beautiful friend,
She spirals on carousels of infliction,
Touching falling grounds in feathers of gold,
My friend,
Drifting with intent,
Scars grounded in allies of Rue,
Knees on high she's thrown fivers craving favours,
Blossom falls like razrs of reminders,
Engaged in games of disappointment aims,
My beautiful friend only seeks an end.
Consequences without life infuriates trees of Octopuses,
I hear her scream in the silence of her mind,
My friend my beautiful friend,
She spirals on carousels of infliction,
Touching falling grounds in feathers of gold,
My friend,
Drifting with intent,
Scars grounded in allies of Rue,
Knees on high she's thrown fivers craving favours,
Blossom falls like razrs of reminders,
Engaged in games of disappointment aims,
My beautiful friend only seeks an end.
Thursday 1 April 2010
Poets and Prostitutes
Poets and prostitutes parading themselves for public pleasure push loved lips of Wilmot’s sunken ships unto thrusting hips,
Balls of ballerinas enchanting breaths of astonishment in audiences of angels,
Libertines of lovers plunder such virtues as verses,
Slippers of glass smile at Sundays of song,
Ludwing's lovers raise rainbows on rhapsodies,
Giuseppe’s gypsy’s look over geniuses of disingenuous gestures,
Whilst Ben rings out the hour of twelve and I steel grains from the sands of time.
Balls of ballerinas enchanting breaths of astonishment in audiences of angels,
Libertines of lovers plunder such virtues as verses,
Slippers of glass smile at Sundays of song,
Ludwing's lovers raise rainbows on rhapsodies,
Giuseppe’s gypsy’s look over geniuses of disingenuous gestures,
Whilst Ben rings out the hour of twelve and I steel grains from the sands of time.
The Outsiders
I am gods left knuckle here my scream,
I venture into the land of golden legs watch me beam,
Nirvana is the dream screaming the purple dream,
Ladies of the night lay my head on pillows of engorged hearts,
Fields sown with a generations hope tended by society’s outcasts holds the path to illation,
Watch the sparks fly from the broken brow of the man whose repression feeds the grey machine,
Bob new the generations answer before they asked the question,
I see sanctuary in anarchy remove the fear to behold freedom,
Kiss the fantasy to reveal my realisation of false profits scream for the living as the dead don’t care any more,
Divided by aspiration conquered by promises of false dawns united by fear of never things dancing to their tune we are,
Kick the fucking door down watch the mice scatter,
I am gods left knuckle here my scream,
I venture into the land of golden legs watch me beam,
Nirvana is the dream screaming the purple dream,
Thoughts of thunder dance in immortal skies of fire emerging values of dark winters shadow on rivers of poisons flowing through her veins,
A graveyard for grandchildren is the legacy left by grey men whose blindness to the soul is only surpassed by devotion to the shinny irrelevance,
I fall from the tree of love and drown in pools of tears my wings sore no more,
Ample hands restrained by their own virtue embraced by suckling red lips under golden umbrellas scream for Januarys mind,
Legs of six run down the forlorn in hope of times ignorance forced to watch generations of anguish reeling in the darkness of their own making,
Ripped from the breast of Kings entrusted to the righteous visions of Shangri-la lay broken at feet of the self servant,
Smiling diamonds down upon us awakening loves spur,
I am gods left knuckle here my scream,
I venture into the land of golden legs watch me beam,
Nirvana is the dream screaming the purple dream.
I venture into the land of golden legs watch me beam,
Nirvana is the dream screaming the purple dream,
Ladies of the night lay my head on pillows of engorged hearts,
Fields sown with a generations hope tended by society’s outcasts holds the path to illation,
Watch the sparks fly from the broken brow of the man whose repression feeds the grey machine,
Bob new the generations answer before they asked the question,
I see sanctuary in anarchy remove the fear to behold freedom,
Kiss the fantasy to reveal my realisation of false profits scream for the living as the dead don’t care any more,
Divided by aspiration conquered by promises of false dawns united by fear of never things dancing to their tune we are,
Kick the fucking door down watch the mice scatter,
I am gods left knuckle here my scream,
I venture into the land of golden legs watch me beam,
Nirvana is the dream screaming the purple dream,
Thoughts of thunder dance in immortal skies of fire emerging values of dark winters shadow on rivers of poisons flowing through her veins,
A graveyard for grandchildren is the legacy left by grey men whose blindness to the soul is only surpassed by devotion to the shinny irrelevance,
I fall from the tree of love and drown in pools of tears my wings sore no more,
Ample hands restrained by their own virtue embraced by suckling red lips under golden umbrellas scream for Januarys mind,
Legs of six run down the forlorn in hope of times ignorance forced to watch generations of anguish reeling in the darkness of their own making,
Ripped from the breast of Kings entrusted to the righteous visions of Shangri-la lay broken at feet of the self servant,
Smiling diamonds down upon us awakening loves spur,
I am gods left knuckle here my scream,
I venture into the land of golden legs watch me beam,
Nirvana is the dream screaming the purple dream.
Shop Girl
Quietly she strides through my thoughts,
Her lips silent with intent,
Desire dances on a cloud,
She moves as if the wind guided her it's self,
Hot breath in a cold room betrays,
Is it me or is it true
Her lips silent with intent,
Desire dances on a cloud,
She moves as if the wind guided her it's self,
Hot breath in a cold room betrays,
Is it me or is it true
Monday 15 March 2010
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