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.
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