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TALES FROM THE CELESTIAL PALACE


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OK BEFORE I POST SOME SHIT...
IVE COME HERE SEARCHING FOR A LOST FRIEND...ITS TAKEN ME A YEAR TO FIND OUT SHE WAS HERE...
SO IF THIS WORK SEEMS FAMILIER..COME OUT OF THE SHADOWS AND
GREET A LONG LOST FRIEND..:)


NEEDLE
KISSESS


In a frenzy I fall back
Cold silk on hot skin
Comfort until liquid
Like I flow,
Gasping for air I
Looked up into her.
Then asked her,
“Sow my lips together�
“Silence my voice a
while�
she smiled, undid the
needle from its sterility.
Then pushing it through
My lip, she peered in
Deeply, I rushed, I
Squirmed in ecstasy.
So delicious was the pain.
Withdrawing the needle,
She ran it across my
Quivering lips, then coming
To rest she penetrated my
Flesh again. Leaving the needle
Hanging she lent forward.
Delivering a kiss of erotic bliss.
I thrust deeper into her, the
Puppet, the raging hardness
swollen in perverstions.
Lusting a lick of her soul.
Smiling she absorbed my
Passion.
This is love, this is lust
And pain, pian that in its essence,
is the key to euphoria,
She pierced me again and again.
Until ready for the thread,
Her mission, to fuck my mind
Fuck my body and attract the
Secret of my soul.
Slowly the thread was then pulled.
Shutting my mouth, stilling my
Tongue. My eyes screamed of
Adoration. I came fluid within
Her. She is the dark void, the
Dirty secrets with the key to
Me. Now she lies back and
Slowly I run the point across
Her breast. Ill enter her again
All pointed and diamond scream
Whites. For release is contained
In a hypodermic, no drug, just
Deep slow penetrating bliss from
The needles kiss..


THE OLD
MILL POOL

Water lilies
Adorned by blue
green dragonflies.
Water reeds swaying
In a slow gasping
Summer breeze.
A single cloud reflected
In the still serene water
Before me.
Such beauty in the place
You reside. My under
The surface girl.
Putrefaction is hidden
In silk swirls.
Just a glimpse of your
Red hair, tendrils for
The fishes to dance
Within.
Did you wear a garland
Of daisy’s the day you
Passed away, the day
You drowned, forgotten
Beauty is lost in slow
Decay, part of the cycle.
Peace hangs heavy
on the air of your resting
Place. My submerged,
corrupted love, I pray
In this place, of buzzing
bees and dancing spiders
on silver webs.
you rest in
Peace.


INNOCENT

hush, babies are
sleeping,
Purity dreams
Just of love.
Uncomplicated
By maturity
Rationality is
A curse that age
Brings.
But for now
Only angels tend
The new borne
Wings. fly now for
Wisdom grounds
The divine.

TIMESLIP

Dread the secret
Truly, it’s more often
Forgotten.
Lost in time,
Hidden within
Rhyme, is the
Loss of reason.
Ill tell you this,
Last time I saw
Her she was
Picking mandrake
under the hanging
Tree and as I looked,
The wind caught the
Silk of the red dress,
She wore so elegantly.
Until it billowed like
Running blood in hot
Water.
She was ethereal,
Divine almost, startling
To see, shocking for me.
For I had underestimated
Her.
This witch of the
Black forest, goddess
Of the fallen sparrows.
songless birds now
Have you ever seen
Eclipses in someone’s
Eyes. universes, fathomless
Existence resides in the
Blink of her eyes.
Then I remembered the past.
The sorrow whelmed up
Until it poured forth
In torrents of tears.
Im forsaken, im lost.
In remembering the hurt
I felt release.
Once I kissed a girl I
Adored under a tree, we had run
For cover as a thunderstorm
Broke into the summer sky.
Wet and laughing we fell against
The gnarled bark of that oak tree.
Then without words, we kissed
As the lightning cracked the heavens.
Though she has passed into
Memory, to slowly fade, I still
Remember that moment, for it
Defines all that we were.
There is no fixed point to my
Words here, but dread the secret.
For it maybe be a curse.




NOTE

yesterday i saw her
today i mourn her
for she is goddess of
memory,.....my
curse is never to
forget............


heres another

DEAD ROSES

Pretty broken
Smashed dolls
Dishevelled blooms
All red smeared
And cheap perfume.
scatter your petals
on the sticky floor.
who cares?,
I don’t.
Im the starling
To you’re fucking
Swallow.
And how you do!!
In red glow ill make
you flow, in
blues and greens
Ill get obscene.
For I warn you,
I could eat you.
whole

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the night lost one of its brightest stars today...im sad...

FOR A
LOST STAR

There is a new
Dark part of
The void.
A star has outshone
Its brilliance.
Just empty space
Where once was
Profits
Face.
King of chaos,
Broken prince of
The myriad lights.
It was you who
Illuminated the
Stage.
Beautiful in self
Destruction, fragile
Genius, how you
Got so lost from home.
Maybe in death,
Your soul will be set
Free, to flow, too
Dance in the winds
Past playing children,
And summer parks.
Icon falls, for one
Last time, I feel the
Loss, for godlike your
Legacy was absorbed
By many like me.
Sing a song of daffodils
Or corporal clegg.
The scarecrow bows his
Head as the black cat
Plays with a ball of
Twine.
Ill miss you, though
I never knew you, I
Knew what it was like
To be flawed.
RIP SYD BARRETT

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HUMID
DAYS &
PERFORMED
PLAYS

Eminent deities
Know the
Flow,
Then let go.
Release the desire.
Humid days,
heat
And thunder
Storms, rain
Cascades, washing
Us clean.
I thought the
Bird in the
Willow tree
Sang its song
Just for me.
But I was wrong
For when I heard
The song, it
Was a lament
Sung to the trees
In the ancient woodland.
She alone knows
Where the circle
Lies, a clearing in
The forest where the
Weird sisters dance.
Until they fall dizzy in
A frenzy of elemental
Bliss.
If I could give the
Starry goddess a kiss.
Lady moonshine would
Surly be mine.
Let light in, its illumination
Picks out the beauty hidden
Within the darkness and oh,
How the shadows dance,
Performing on a stage of
White.
Like a PLAYER I too
Must now leave the stage,
The applause is defining.
The crowd is baying for
My demise, but with
Love in my heart my soul
Remains synchronised to the
Slow turning of the spheres.
Hush little world, for there
Is no release, just more
Sorrow tomorrow.
The roses you threw, now
Adorn my dressing room.
But they, though beautiful
Are already dead.

VISITATIONS


What is this thing
That claws at the
Frantic rhythm
Of my heart.
Im haunted frequently
Some times by a
Celestial deity, at other
Times it is the
Phantasm of lost love.
That fly’s fleetingly
Through the rose garden
Of my earthly soul.
These two create a heavy
Burden.
She, is hideous in form
Now
, Sleeping beauty is
Compromised by slow
Decay. rotting by day
She awakes in the setting
Of the sun, then comes
Swiftly to our once happy
House to torment me, with
Heart breaking singing.
when I wake i hear, riddles,
Slow spun songs of sorrow.
Often it is the horrific visage
Of my carrion bride my gaze
Will fall upon. Worm ridden
Death, no eyes left to show
Her soul, for that diamond has
Long since fled this creature.
It is love that binds her to me.
A curse that haunts my house.
Tonight ill taste death dripping
From corpse black lips.
For love never dies s truly.
As for the celestial deity, she
Illuminates my room with
Silver coatings. For she is
Hung in stars. Giving a touch
Of beauty, in the darkness
Of my existence. But not for
Long, listen!! do you hear
Singing?, my torment return
From the damp earth of her
Cold stone tomb.


NOTE

the words capture the sorrow
my net is wide and has
many butterflys inside.
destiny is the killing jar...
eternal beauty, comes in
sweet suffocation, im gasping
now ..just like you.

the stars seem like such little
lights, how can they illuminate
me,for it seems im too far
from ever single one..
i like being so lost,, its become
normal to me...

THE
SEEKERS
TALE

Is it love you seek?
Does its spirit
Dance in the wind
Awhile before getting
Lost in falling leaves.
Panic, so many leaves
Now and you’ve lost
It.
But through the tears
Of your despair, know
This, it may return.
On the north wind
Locked inside a snowflake.
Diamond like, crystal
Love waiting for the warmth
Of spring to thaw its ice
Prison." but oh so many
Snowflakes� you say
"one flake is lost
in a blanket of white"
If you find it you fear it
Will melt in the warmth
Of your outstretched hand.
Dripping away, then you weep
Once more for you have again
Lost what you’re looking for.
But know this, dry your tears.
You will find it, but it may take
Years. Lost in leaves
Falling in snow,
“A single rain drop in the flooded
Rivers flow, where can it be.�
I smile at your words
And in my mind a say this.
“Just look at me�, for it may be
I found it, and hid it within a single
Tear. In a saline sea it glimmers
In my eye.
My funny friend, how you fret
And search, for love, when you
See it every day. eyes grow wise
Seeing turns to vision. and you
Will find what you seek.

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A BRIEF
DESCRIPTION
OF NIGHT.

When in the orchard,
The west wind sings
Soft lullabies to the
Sleeping birds, voices
May sometimes be heard.
Haunting echoes of the
Past are lost within the
Trees,
Ghosts of love,
Phantasms of grief.
Meander frozen into the
Eternal cycle.
Further down the valley,
Death festooned in swirling
Black, rests awhile, beside
The slow gurgling stream.
Even death can be fascinated
By the slow ascending
Goddess moon, who makes
Her appearance from a shroud
Of clouds.
Soon though the black stalker
Of night regains his composure,
For in the village below, lie
Sleeping innocents in a world
Of dreams, but for some of
Those poor souls their fate
Will be never to wake, for it
Is their life death comes to
Take.
It is the nature of night to be
Beautiful, yet within this
Beauty lies horror, all hidden
Within indefinable shadows.
Death found beauty in the
Moons silver guise, as the
Moon feels sorrow for each
Soul that dies.
In the orchard the lost still
Sing, of woe and a life they
Can no longer know.


ok here another one..whimsey indeed :)
#
A SPELL THAT
INVOKES
MAB THE WHITE
QUEEN.

Quickly my ethereal spirit,
Whom I alone may call
Robin Peasbody, fetch me
That very herb, that grows
In celenes cold garden.
That I upon the addition
Of a single angels tear,
May create a spell so
Powerful, as to make Mab
Queen of all fairies appear.
Then upon this invocation.
I may with words, weave
A silky net so dense as to
Offer no avenue of escape.
Then and only then may
I claim my prize, as I look
Into the white queens eyes.
For ill steal but one kiss.
Go now, fly swift seek out
This bloom, for my delight
In Mab will be all too soon.

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its quiet here...kinda nice...listen i think i hear the shuffle of satin upon the floor boards...

new poem##

LUNATICS
AND
LULLABIES.

Lullabies sung to
Babes in arms, by
Lunatics are obscure
Utterances, of
Melodys disguised
From the greatfull,
As sweet memorys.
But the fault is all
To clear, for there
Just here.
Many it seems ran
From this great house.
To be like, bark and
Moss, hidden in the
Woods.
A community catering
for the carrion, like
Hel they are alive
But sadly too half dead.
Dead roses in poses,
Poppies in the field deliver
Numbness. The rotation
Of the circle is endless
you see, lunatics sing
Lullabies to the innocent
Sleeping. For aren’t we all
Just lost and dreaming.

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you've got quite the interesting style. i've been reading since you started posting here.

do you do recitals publicly?
your poetry sounds as thus.

bravo.

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thankyou for your comments..ive been posting poetry in another site since aug 04 ..i also have a book available follow the link in my sig..

ok new poems

THE GUN

You’re the undefined
Star of a slow expanding
Universe.
You let go
In the perpetual flow.
It’s in essence stardust
Starry illusions
Sparkle
Sparkle
Oh but your halo
Has slipped, has
The perfect one
Found the beauty of
The gun.
In love with the
Pistol, killer angel.
Pain killer
Love giver
Bang bang
You’re a star shine
Shooter.
Death is bestowed in a divine
Display of dismay.
How fortunate then for
I , that I care not if I die.
Elemental bliss is delivered
Via your kiss.
A thought that freaks out
The weirdoes gathered
At the fallen gods tomb.
We are the decadent ones,
Dancing at the burning of
The world.the systems
Unbalanced, I lie down
To sleep listenening the
The slow hum of the
Black hawk. its mechanical
Menace sooths my broken soul.

A SONG
TO TE
LARK

Sing a song
To the lark
A soft sung
Lament to the
Mourning,
Let my words
Ascend
Momentarily.
For time is
Slowing, ending
In the rising sun.
Thoughts are
scattered
Like the new days
Mist, dissipating,
They melt away.
turned
Vapour, they mean
Nothing.
but lark sung,
for those seconds,
they mean everthing.

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DESIGN
FAULT

Across the star fields
I’m ascending, time-lapse
Picture frame whilst
Shutter flickers, frame
By frame is recorded.
The moment captured
However fleetingly.
So transition leaves
Me transposed, im an
Altered expansion to
Another dimension.
Via heart constriction.
Lick my soul divine
Goddess, taste its
sweetness as you
suck it fresh and glowing
straight from dilated eyes.
I’m the broken black lord
Of the eternal damned land.
Forlorn puppets all, as I
Sit and watch the moons
Sucked in their nightly
Decent to ink like surging
Sea.
This is the realm of great
Confusion. Broken dolls
Lie shattered in streets of
Filth. They forgot what
It was like to live when
Damnation delivered them
Here.
The vastness of the
Celestial void, is splattered
By super novers. Dieing
Stars perform their violent
Destruction upon nights
Strange stage.
When im sad the weird
Angels come to me, they
Tap upon my window.
Hideous creatures those.
But dangerously beautiful
Too. They scratch their
Nails down the window
Pain. I never look, for
Madness befalls the viewer
Of such a macabre scene.
But more horrifying are their
Voices. Singing songs of
Loss, demented tunes of
The ancient gods.
And still it will rain, still
It will snow and still the
Fruit will fester on the vine
and flowers blooms will
wither. for this is the realm
of despair ruled by the insane
son of a most powerful witch.
I’m left bleak in the strands of
My individual eternity.
My fault is created by design.



ULTRAGLIDE

Me just me,
Strangely iridescent
Star borne creation.
I’m the holy mock
God, arrived in mourning
Mourning the soul.
This or that, watch that
Cat, beautiful feline.
I know your secret.
Dusty fur leaves my
Fingers a sparkle.
And If I go, before
The glow, if I descend
Before the end, aren’t
I the lucky one.
I saw her today, lost in
A field of green swaying
Grass, love in a meadow.
Picking wild blooms to
Adorn her hair.
Do you know I think
im falling.
Something new has
Appeared. Oh how she
Creates the subtle ache.
I yearn to spend moments
At her side.
This black god has felt
The darkness of his heart
Stir into life.
Its you sweet kindred.
Sweet spark of life.
I crave beauty’s touch.
For to me your truly
Stunning.
Beautiful pixie, or fairy
Or enchantress.
I know not what you are.
Just come to me tomorrow.
After time the ice melts
It would seem, addiction
Becomes divine.
Here I am, lost
In the nothing, floating
In the ether, ready to
Ultra glide to a angel’s side.

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somthing new for u ...jx


EMOTION
LEFT
FREELY
TO
UPLOAD…..

This is the
Moment,
Sounds shift
In a listless
Echo of something
Strange, almost
Lost.
Does this alarm
You, the awakening.
Your world is turning.
In bloom you’re a
colourful cascade
of rapid growing
delirium..
such is the spot, this
place though fixed
remains unhinged.
The chains though
Beautiful are undone.
Freedom is the effect.
Drift with me,
Let your mind unwind,
In a stream of undiluted
Consciousness, your
New borne , pure
Celestial and slowly
Glowing.
My star fire, my
Queen of desire.
This is the end, it all
Stops here.
Hang out on the web.
The spiders still unaware
We dangle within its glare.
Moon beams and black
Waves, illuminated is the
Lost soul sea,
Call me deity, a lost
Black god pf nothing.
Spend eternity in the blink of
An eye, the spheres turn
Creating slow soft music.
A lullaby to the night, a song
Constructed over a thousand
Years tells only of my love
For you.
When you speak, I am stunned
Such a sirens voice, captivation
Is my condition.
So come dance within the dawn
My angel, crystalised I see
Through crystal vision, a new and
Fascinating world hidden
In the pools of your soul spilling eyes.
My universe is held within the
Majesty of your beautiful soul.
So shine my diamond heart,
Ethereal beauty ill remain a satellite
To your wonderful heart.
.

A STRANGE
CHANGE

Loosely you come
To me, unravelling
Form,
Garments flowing,
Dancing in the air,
Expanding ever
Outwards, like
A silken bloom.
My ghostly apparition,
My soft visitation of
Love.
More comets tails,
Than made of stars.
Such an exquisite
Creation.
My heart is forever
Lost in searching out
your sublime rhythm.
I’m entwined,
All expanding iris,
I can but adore you,
Because when im with
You I have no where
Else to be.
Contentment is a most
Unexpected bed fellow.
Was I designed for you?
And you for me?
Even now as I write of
My souls captivation, I
Yearn for you.
I’m crying out for my
Deconstruction.
Something has changed,
The axis is out of line.
No longer synchronised
I’m truly out of sync.
I now begin to think of
The coming of love.
Do I deserve this?
Am I not as bleak as
I thought,
The heart that’s black
Still contains a crack,
Of raw and deep emotion.
Intoxicated I feel the
Pangs of addiction,
Too you.
Because all I desire is
You,
Moments, looking into
Your eyes, listening to
You speak and laugh.
To lie at your side, holding
On to what seems to
be an angel .

A DOLLS TALE.

Pretty obscene,
Queen of acid rain,
Dressed in pink,
Mouth all sticky red
looking like a
Murder scene.
Such a sky high
Flyer
Satin sheen
Angel, lust is
You obsession
Hate is delivered
Via prescription.
You want it all,
Then smash the
Mirror hating the
Reflection of
Perfection.
Like a discarded
Doll, flawed so
Utterly you fall
Weeping to the
floor .
such a lovely face
now adorned by
heavy salt tears.
You a continuation
Of wasted years.
What’s another day
When you’re speeding
On your way to
Sweet oblivion.
All light are green,
There’s no stopping
You now.
Life is the eternal
Struggle with death.
Lust the destruction.
My doll head, this
Is how you now
Function, on nothing.
Torn apart you
Practice the art.
You do it so well
Your real destination
Must be hell.


UPLINK…
CONNECTED

I’m the star
Bourne
Sun of
A supernova.
Dark star
Me
Truly son
Of the
Emaciated
Witch,
She sings
And hangs
Onto
Her pathetic
Existence.
Out of
Time
At the end
Of the line.
The mother
Of
This forlorn
Fucker.
Yes im
The stygian
Witches son.
But the stars
What of the
Stars.
I ascend
In a dysfunctional
Paradise.
Full of scared
Angels, with
Blackened
Bloated,
Infected
Needle track
Arms.
Seems death
Has a flower.
Wither yea
Those much
Enamoured
By the blood red
Poppies.
All is pain.
This black
God has
Inherited a kingdom
Of decay.
Souls washed up,
Millions lie beached
Drowned little
Lives all.
Do you hear my
Words above the
Roaring of
The pyres
Suffer yea all.
Your world will
Soon fall.
History repeats
Itself.
Uplink connected
The divine is on the line


NOTE


Twinkle twinkle little star.
I know exactly just who you are.
Much enamoured buy the beauty
Of torment, I passed by a field
Of thistles.
puncture wounds in waiting,
I ran and I ran, swift and fast as
I could into the dawning
Of another mourning.
There lies one of the cats
Secrets.

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HERS

Hers is the
Shadow that plays
A dizzy dance
Within the warm
Glow of flickering
Candle.
Gossamer lips,
Velvet brushed
Upon heated skin.
I loose myself in
You, where I
Start I no not,
And I care not
Where I end.
It’s the simplest thing.
Where shall I begin?
When I look at you.
When I gaze into
Your eyes, im
Somewhere else.
Not lost, just happy
To swim within the
Deepest pools of
Your diamond shine
Soul.
Too sweetly spend
Eternity lying just
Next to thee,
Is a sublime thought.
Bliss is contained
In a kiss.
Connection gained
Your words of beauty
Adorn my heart,
Encased in joy,
Love grows within
A barren plain.
You make me live
Again. Your presence
Enlightens moments.
I fall, entrapped I
Feel Rapture.
For you see, you define
My definition of beauty.
I lie captivated, stunned by
What I see, a wingless
Angel sleeping soundly
Next to me.


DARK
PASSAGE..

I seek you still,
Though the dark
Creatures in the
Trees torment my
Passage,
All eyes are they,
Insanely gibbering,
Fowl things spewed
Forth from dreams,
Guardians of the
Abyss I wish to cross.
So through ancient
Woodlands I stumble
Blind, stupefied I
Cannot rest.
Pursued by my past,
By bleak thought and
Repercussions.
There is no end.
I lack the silk tether
That connects me to
Reality.
For you see, I seek
The broken deity,
The barren goddess of
Obsession.
She resides deep within
The wailing hills,
Surrounded by forgotten
Cold children,
Each one adorned by
A crown of thorns, they
Stand in the court of
The obscure, crying
Or speaking lamentable
Poetry,
(ancient are the words
that console the cold.)
with eyes
Engorged, sore and
Swollen by penetrated
Thorn spilt blood.
I seek despair,
I seek the truth,
Whether whispered to me
By a priestess on the
Cold night air or screamed
To me by the hideous visage
Of a demented demon.
This is the journey of the
Lost, the passage, driven
By the need to deconstruct.
Aren’t I already dead.
I wither as I walk alone, only
Shadows to become.
.


DOWNLOADED
YET
ENCODED

Encoded
Within a system
Of words
Or stars
Is the unexpected
Connection,
Via modem via
Poem.
Written then
Recited,
Deconstructed
By the uninspired.
Regurgitated
By the scholars
Redefined by the
Blind, academic
Clone research is
Alive, within
Universities.
All the same,
All the same.
Teach to teach
Never to see
Beauty.
The link is made.
Please wait….
Words
Lost in the nothing,
Thoughts reflecting
Neither or other.
Transmission begins
Binary
Logic is the
Lesson.
Uplink achieved
The download
Begins.
Information
Reformation
Of celestial creation.
In the static
Hear the ghost song
In the crackle and
Hiss is a goddess
Singing of bliss.
System restore to a
Thought pattern, of
A day marked before.
In the void waves
Splash on a sea of
Souls, dreams lost
In translation.
Unable to define
You lack the time.
Lack the time
Lack time
To transgress.

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THE LAST DAIRY
ENTRY OF WILLIAM
STONEBRIDGE
(21 SEPTEMBER 18 94)

The deceiver is here
It walks the gardens
Those secret spaces
Only the moon knows.
I fear the creature
Outside, such is the
Extreme nature of its
Horror.
Yesterday I sat in the
Library beside the
Warm glow of the open
Fire.
Reading a text so
Ancient its hieroglyphs
Are only deciphered by
A few.
But I read with sadness
In my heart, those words
Feed only evil.
I did not know my longing
For the lost would conjure
Up such a demon, now this
Fowl thing stalks my broken
Soul.
Soon it will reach the
Hallways of my home.
Hungry for my
Deconstruction, its rot
Sticky kiss will consign
Me to unnameable torment
In the void of the hell
I will build for myself.
I’m finished, love for the
Lost has presented itself
In grotesque seething
Carrion form, no escape
My death waits, slowly
Moving from walled
Garden to knock upon
My door.


YOUR HALO (EMILYS TOMB )

Your halos slipped
A little bit.
I can see lies in
The back of your
Eyes,
My kitten has
Claws it seems.
Star blazing
Mind crazing,
I’m the Sunday best
Dressed to impress
It’s a disguise
Designed to hide
Me from witch’s eyes.
Dam that stygian
One she comes to
My window.
Deceitful carrion
Doll promises cold
Kisses from Emily’s
Tomb.
Mother oh mother
How she grew mad to
Discover the coffin
Empty.
Lost her senses.
That day.
Cold day, kind of grey
That was when love
Was stolen away.
Vanished into the mire
Always everything seem
To become the vanished


TERMINATION

I locked up the lies
Liar
Bitch
Destructor you
Destroy, fucked
Destiny crumbles
In the hands of
The deity destroyer..
Mind fucker
Blood sucker
Not vampire
Cos blood makes
You vomit.
Ill takes you down
Then make you
Lick the Glock
Barrel.
Shall I unload
In your pretty plastic
Face, spread your
Dumbed down brain
All over the place.
Fuck you
I’m finished with this
Game. Our friendship
Is terminated.


NIGHTS
WHITE

I stand alone, deep
Within the
Night, Listening.
To the quiet,
But more than
The bustle of
Distant trains
Or far off, drunken
Laughter of solitary
Clubbed out
Wreckage, all
Stealing away, ears
Buzzing from
The blasting nights
bass, they walk
in ones or twos
to the safety of a
warm bed.
Children of the
Day , run away.
No not these, the
Sounds of humanity.
I listen harder.
Then I hear
Something Wonderful.
I hear the hum of
The worlds energy,
The slow turning of
Our earthly shear.
I transcend.
Thought patterns
Amend, then change,.
Open and motionless
I let the ethereal
Sound Blow through
my soul.
It gives me peace,
Night it has almost a
Feminine touch,
Such is its caress.
soft, slow
Strokes into the waves
of my consciousness,
No ripples when entering
the pool. It stays calm.
To stand within the
Wondrous night, to see
The stars illuminate
The blue black void is
Bliss. the love I so
Dearly miss, will then
Ascend. Selene we meet
Again and I love you.

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J X



A TINY
SEED.

Poets are of the
Other realm,
They act as links
Between humanity
And deity.
They are the
Translators of the
Divine language.
Voices whether
Earthly or celestial.
Speak through the
Poet, pouring forth
From thier frenzied
lips, they
Reverberate as they
Are exhaled into
The world, then
They are Captured
within Words.
True beauty
Is transcribed,
And other
Concepts too,
all via the
Poets art,crystal
creations,that
shine and glow
in the imagination
of man,and there,
like a tiny seed,
it grows to flower
into the most beautiful
of blooms.

A NEW
WINTER

Coldness
Is that all there
Is, is the
World frozen
Now in time.
Encased for
Eternity in
Ice. To me it
Seems that way
And though sad.
A frozen landscape
Can be so beautiful.
Winter, she comes
Covering all with
Her silk white
Gown. Smothering
Town hill and field
In billions of diamonds.
How can that not
Be considered beautiful.

A LOST
PRINCESS

I would unfold
For you, for in
Your eyes I see
Bliss.
Queen of dreams
You words of love
Hang heavy upon
My aching soul.
Subversion, the
Death of the slow
Decay.
My divine beauty
My ethereal mystery
Will you not come
To me, winter
Is your cold governess.
Night your secret
Solitude. But my desire
Is explicit I long to
Rest awhile in your arms.
The journey was to you.
Life when translated
By your lips is now
Uncomplicated.


SPECTRAL

She, the iridescent
One, creeps into
My soul like the
Rising of a clear
Mourning’s sun.
But her celestial realm
Is hidden in darkness.
Her light illuminates,
Transfers sorrow into
The purest form of
Love.
Unconditional thoughts
Kisses given freely
By the divine goddess.
The moonbeam queen
Has been in visitation
To the secret.
Garden. Her tears reside
as dew on the rose
Petals. She weeps for the
Loss of the world.

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Your work is astounding as always Julain.
I hope you find who you are looking for.

Hugs*
Kimberly~

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kimberly thanks for finding me!!! hmm as for finding the one i was seeking ...it sadly didnt happen...and thats sad,,, but ill now post here also...i miss one friend ...and one day i hope she feels that she can reconnect with me... aww well dreams are what make poets minds turn i suppose..

ok more poems

LIKE
GOBLINS
BUT DARKER

When it is dark
Then the unfathomable
Abyss it seems spews fourth
Monstrous creations.
They crawl thourgh the
Gap, the hole betwixt worlds
Hungary for love, hungery
For even the bloom of a
Rose adorned with mourning
Mist. Purity is consumed
By the hideous beings for it
Tastes so sweet.
Consumers of light, thus
In appearance they are nothing
But black, but more than
Black, darker in shape and form.
So carrion children, when the frost
Bites into your gardens bloom.
Cuts down the fragile, know
Something’s stirring out of sight.
Those terrifying abnormal walks
Of the night. Only exist to
Destroy all you adore, all
You hold dear. The very emotion
Love is in danger. Beware for them
Are there. Just out of sight seething
And breathing into your ear


LOST IN THIS


Lost in lilies
The dragonflies
Beautifully fill
My startled vision.
I see a reflection
In the crystal
Clear water of the
Old mill pool.
It’s me I see,
A son of the sun.
Lover to the
Goddess moon,
I write words to
Perform in her
Celestial court.
Words of love
Words of creation
Words of connection
Words of something
And ultimately of
Nothing that mean
Nothing.
I let my fingers
Touch the water.
Ripples distort my
Reflection, distort
My face and I feel
Unimportant.
Carelessly I live
In the moment an
Abandoned child
Of mother earth.
I make my home
In the woodland now.
I clear the sacred space
In the oak lined grove.
I sing some nights
To the creatures there.
To the vixen and the
Owl. I speak of the
Legends of my race.
Keeper of a secret,
Nothing alarming
Or earth changing
Because it’s created
In love.
Soon the sun will
Sleep as I sit here, soon
Its orb will disintegrate
Into red golden dusk.
This ia my time, I hold
A candle into the night.
Light the stars one by
One, for im natures
Obscure lost soul.
I am woven into a
Silken dream....


THE
PRODUCT
IS UNWANTED

Self contained
Broken
Left on the
Shelf, much to
much
Plastic to ever
Be desired.
You’re the doll
No one wants.
Painted smile
Is painted torture.
Because all you
Do is cry, deep
Inside, beneath
The gloss, a
Broken heart
Encased, emotion
Held within a
Prison.
Glass eyes
Shall never weep.
But if you look
At that dusty doll.
Her soul screams
Through pretty
Blue glass.
Plastic creation
Sorrows lost girl.
Forgotten thing
Discarded and never
Regarded.
Such a sad tale,
With no happy ending



OF LIGHT
AND A LAKE

Make it simplistic
Because the thoughts
When entwined
Define the situation
We find ourselves in.
a Long time ago, she
Found a glowing orb.
In the garden, such
A light and at first
So very little.
Mystical thing turns
The soul to a thing
With wings, free flight
Away, away into the
Cloudless night.
Do you know of her.
The girl with diamonds
For eyes, oh how they
Sparkle with a strange
Bewitching purity.
Lay me down beside
The lake, summer
Nights adorned with
Insects shivering lights.
I can hear dreams
As it becomes undone.
Shall I always see you
Running from the villa,
Barefoot on the grass.
It’s a divine gift love.
Like a key in unlocks
So many doors.
Haunt me lost beauty.
Dance with me beneath
The willow tress as we
Spiral in the mourning
Mist.
Such situations can leave
A man lost, but I see
The little light, it glows
In the window of your
Tower. It marks the place
An angel sleeps alone.


thanks...if you do read me here..hi ...i hope you are well oxoxo

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NEW DEPLOYMENT OF WORDS....NJOY IT

IS
ELIZABETH
SLEEPING

All tangled,
Captured in ivy
The queen of
Lost dreams, lies
In slow
Decomposition.
Hidden from view
The rot sets in.
Her dead soul
Eyes now
Food for flies,
Who lay their
Parasitic larvae,
Tiny infestation
That crawl into
Orifices, creating
Fetid corruption
A corruption
That by its nature
Eats away at her
Once
Ravishing beauty.
An unfair trade
Has been made.
Light for darkness
Fire for ice cold.
Solid for liquefying.
Breath for stillness.
Like a broken doll
Lost in the garden
By a careless child.
Her silk white dress
Gained mud stains
Then sticky red stains
That in the air turned
brown. other
colours now creep
into the once soft
Fabric, colours that
signifie decay.
A caterpillar
Metamorphoses
Always into a
Butterfly. Her change
Is the reverse of this.
Withering away
This beauty is lost
By night or day,
dripping then slipping
From bone, flesh seeps
To the damp soil.
One day soon, just
Bone will illuminate
In the silver moon.
The final resting
Place of this dearly
Departed angel once
So full of grace.
Return to nothing,
Rest in peace Elizabeth

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TO THAT GIRL I CAME HERE TO SEEK<<READ THIS PLEASE
you know...that one very special reader i hope pays this thread a vist need to know somthing...
it gives me a sence of loss to not have your friendship ... i respected you words...found you inspiring and considerd you a true friend..
and yes we faded in then out of attraction...but thats what created the connection... shurly it is a fool who turns away from a kindred soul
im hurt by your disapearance....it greaves me that like a white chalk line on a black board you can just erase me...
you steph are truly one regret i carry...because you failed to see i thought of you as an island....now my sea is vast and empty ..because you choose to ignore a soul from time..
jx

ok more poetry and writings now enjoy
j

THOUGHTS CAPTURED
BESIDE EMILYS TOMB
.
(THE LAST NOTEBOOK
ENTRY OF EDWARD
SHORT.
NOVEMBER 2ND 1892)

Festooned in gloom,
Nightly I place withered
Blooms, within the
Dark solitude of the
Mausoleum that contains
Emily’s tomb.
But she is never there,
No longer sleeping she
Rises in the setting sun.
My soulless dead love,
Such an exquisite
Carrion girl.
Living dead, immortal
Now, your Beauty has
Overcome decay,
Killer of the village
Babies, so stealthily
You steal them from
Unwatched cribs.
Will you come back
Soon, appear my dark
Angel through the mist,
Ethereal, almost floating.
Uncanny grace walks in
hideous purpose.
Lips coated sticky red.
Are you my love, now
Soulless, as the priests
Say, I want to see for
Myself, look into
Your eyes seeking a
Hint of love.
If it is my fate ill die
For love, make this
Charnel house my
Final resting place.
For Im lost in pursuit
Of love eternal.
Ill write no more in
This notebook, for I
Hear the opening
Of the iron door, my
Love returns. Wish me
Well, pray for my soul.
If you should find this
Book upon my corpse.
I was wrong, and my
Mistake has cost me
Most dear, my only
Wish is this, bury in
The vicinity of Emily.
So my sprit my keep
Hers cold company.
If for some reason
This notebook is
Found, without any
Trace of me, know this,
It may be that I have
Transcended mortality.
To spend eternay in
Love with my sweet
Emily.

(NOTE ON THE ABOVE}

The strange disappearance of Edward Short
On the 2nd of November 1882 caused much
Interest in the town of Ludlow in Shropshire.
A major search was undertaken but no trace
Of Edward Short was ever found.
A coroner’s court was held on the 12th
December 1882, the court heard evidence
About Edward Shorts strange behaviour
In the weeks after loosing his childhood
Sweetheart Emily Rutledge to chronic
Anaemia. It was said that he had taken to
Leaving his family home nightly to disappear
Into the gloom, not returning until it was dawn.
Villagers gave evidence to the court that
Edward had been seen often in the dead of
Night creeping within the darkness of the
Graveyard of St Oswald’s the Rutledge
Mausoleum can be found in that very graveyard.
It was also note on the coroners report that
There had been a spate of infant deaths in
Ludlow late Sept to early Nov of that year.
The townspeople of Ludlow had begun to
Fear a malign force was at work within the
Darkness and talk of such things as vampires
Soon became common speculation in the
Many taverns. many were starting to point the
Finger towards Emily Rutledge for being
A creature of the undead.
Edward Shorts note book was found in the
Initial search, it was found within the Rutledge
Mausoleum on the floor next to Emily’s tomb.
The hand written thoughts Edward wrote on
That fateful day where used as evidence in
The coroners hearing, many thought the last entry
Was the ramblings of a mad man.
Two days after Edwards’s disappearance it was
Decided by officials that Emily’s tomb would have
To be opened, if nothing else to kill the growing
Rumours that she had become a creature of the
Undead.
On November the 14th Emily’s father along with
Other town official’s inc police and a gravedigger
Opened the tomb of Emily Routladge
Officially it was reported that nothing was amiss
And the casket within contained the body of Emily.
It is interesting to note that in the next few years
Emily’s father lost his sanity, then her mother
Was found hanged in her barn.
It is also said that a junior police officer who
Had been present at the tomb opening would
Later say that it had all been a fabrication.
And that shockingly upon opening the tomb
All were stunned and horrified to find the
Casket empty.
Edward Shorts body was never found, but
From the evidence assembled the coroners
Court gave a verdict of suicide due to insanity.
It was thought Edward Short had so pined after
His lost love her became insane, probably throwing
Himself into the flooded river Teme never to
Be seen again.
Was it true, was Emily really a vampire? Who can
Tell. But as I write this, I look out towards the
Dark mist shrouded woods in the valley below.
And wonder if Edward and Emily stalk the night,
It makes me smile to think that Edward Short did
Indeed find love for eternity.

(FACTUAL REFERANCES)

Emily Rutledge’s tomb can still be found in the
Rutledge family mausoleum in St Oswald’s church
Ludlow Shropshire.
No grave can be found for Edward Short, though
Suicide burials were never contained within the
Hallowed ground of a church, also his body was
Never found.
The coroners report was found in a newspaper entry
of the Ludlow Journal, this was found in county
Council records dept.
Also death certificates for over ten children were also
Unearthed all dating to November 1882 all suffered from
Chronic anaemia.
The notebook was kept by the Short family until
1992 when the manor house and all its contents were
sold of due to bankruptcy.
My esteemed colleague Stephen Waddle bought a
Selection of reference books from the sale and found
The notebook within his dusty purchase.
On finding it he gave it to me as he new id find it
Interesting.
After a few months digging I came up with the strange
Story that is written above.
Though you may think this a work of fiction, please
Know this, I have the documents, and your welcome to
Contact my office at any time if you wish to view
Them for yourself. If I have time we may discuss them
Over a cup of tea, as for the question do I believe in
Vampires, ill let you ask me in person, because you
May be surprised by my reply.

Julian 26th oct CE 2006.


THE
BUTCHERS
TALE..

I own you,
Posses you,
Slice you through,
Chop, splatter
Chop then sever.
The head is all I
Desire.
Dismembered doll
Disarticulated
Limbs look funny
When displaced.
Ill throw them
On the fire,
Crackle and hiss,
Oh the bliss!.
Charred flesh has
A peculiar smell,
In the cabin where
I dwell.
But the head is the
Best part,
My pretty carrion,
My dead angel.
Slice and dice,
Meat for the meat
Hook, liver for my
Cooking pot, offal
For the pigs.
But the head keeps
The secret, delivered
A kiss as I lick dead
Eyes.
Ill keep it in the
Bedroom away
from the flies.
Look at you, my
Severed head, how
I adore the way you
Adorn my pillow.
I hear you say I love
You, though your
Lips don’t move, oh
My heart could burst.
Beautiful dead,
Now give me head.

TORTURED DREAMS
OF THE RECENTLY
BEREAVED ..

In fathoms deep,
The water witch my
Love now keeps,
sleeping on a cold silt
bed, her head lays on
a pillow of coral.
In dreams im haunted,
Be images of her,
dancing with squid and
other unnameable things
Such a beautiful sight,
The silk of her dress #
Billowing about her,
Her red hair dances
Within the water wind
Current.
So beautiful.
I drift towards her,
Now close to my dead
Bride, her eyes are closed
As if she sleeps. Tiny
Glass like bubbles are
Collected upon her eyelids
Like diamonds the glitter.
It is then I kiss her cold
Marble like cheek
Then I wake, screaming
And soaked with salt water.
In pure terror I hold in
Desperation onto my flimsy
Sanity.
For when in the dream I kiss
Her the most hideous thing
Always occurs.
She opens her eyes,
One socket, is empty and vile
And contains some type of
Crawling thing, hundreds of
Them then spew fourth,
Parasites that have consumed
A once green orb.
But worse still is the other
Eye,
For it remains whole, black
Soulless and dead.
It stares straight at me.
Then slowly the kelp wraps
Around this thing that once I
Adored, wrapped in green she
Sings to be unseen, deeper.
So lost and lonely, no grave
Has she for me to place
Flowers and mourn her, for
She is victim of the sorrowful
Endless cold sea.



THE SONG BIRD

Such beauty had her words
Sung from within her chamber
That they echoed along the
Cold dark hallways of the
Castle. Like drifting leaves in
The fall they settled upon his
Sleeping ears,
Soft whispers
Then danced within his dreams.
Until they pulled him to consciousness
From his slumber.
With mind alight with questions
He fumbled for his lighter, then
Lit the candle.
The room appeared from the
Darkness with flickering edges.
One candle could not illuminate
All the oppressive gloom within
His room.

“So then the lark did call to me
To follow it home,
Back to my cold earth grave”

So sad were the songs sung by
This unknown lady.
Looking in the mirror the girl
Picked up her brush, slowly
She pulled it through the red
Like flames of her hair.

“My love now sleeps on the river
Bed, cold silt now fills his mouth.
But unto my window the cold moon
Does send his ghost…..

She sang only laments, why, she
Did not know though the sorrow
In those sad songs pulled at her heart.
He gasped slightly as the new song
Began, who is she, he had not been
Told by the lord that there were
Any females in residence in the
Castle.
How funny then to hear such song.
Was this a phantom, a ghost of
A lady now dead. But he cleared
His mind, ghosts are fictitious
Creations, or tricks of the light
He had said this to many over
The years to those who
would talk of the Paranormal.
Slowly she removed the brush
Then finished her last song,

“My dead love come to me.”

Oh how she wished to be free,
To roam the mountains, walk
In the village streets absorbing
All the sights and sounds of the
Market place.
But she could not leave, for she
Knew beauty would fade with
Every step she made. The witches
Promise, the trade for the spell
Was at first overshadowed by
Eternal life, but now after almost
A century she longed to be free
From the cold stone walls of
Her prison. but death was all
she would gain if she ever walked
in the fields again.
The singing stopped. A gust of
wind nearly blew out the candle
beside the bed, and he shivered
Strangely. Tomorrow, he thought
ill seek out this mystery..
slowly he lay back into the warmth
of his bed, soon to drift off into
disturbed dreams of unknown things.

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ONYX

A heart
Undone
with
The
Coming
Of the
Sun,
Thoughts
Set free
Settle
Upon a
Daisy,
With
Diamond
Wings,
They are
Such
Beautiful
Things.
The way
They may
Adorn the
Coming
Day,
Pure
Perfect
Things
Small
And
Gossamer
Light
Particles
Of love,
They lie
scattered
over a
water meadow...

Onyx is the stone
Created in the
Expanded black
Of my dilated
Eye.
Part soul
Part gemstone
It shines in utter
Magnificence
When hung around
My lover’s neck.



BLACKNESS


Those things haunt me ,
The creatures that stood still,
Witnesses to my insanity
Were they one and all.
Spectral forms,
Feminine and naked,
Body’s that created desire,
A symbol of male arousal.
But oh how grotesque was
The dark joke.
Because their heads we
That of demons with large
Gapping eyes and wet
Gibbering mouths that though
Uttered nothing seemed to be
Saying something wrong.
Deformed visages of something
Not of this earth, how they
Stared right at me, sending
Cracks rippling through my
Fragility of mind.
Each one emerged from the
Villa garden, from darkness
They crept into the light,
To stand between the ornate
Bushes and sleeping flowers
Of that well tended garden.
I will never forget what I saw.
Because having seen such
Horrors my eyes have been
Opened to what we choose
Subconsciously never to see.
Now I see them always.
My eyes opened I sometimes
Catch them crawling in the
Shadows in the corner of my
Eye. More shockingly they
Appear randomly on photographs.
Al who see them captured
By camera shudder at such a
Strange sight, then it is inevitable
They dismiss the ghostly forms
As a trick of the light, lens flare
Or digital error.
There is though no error for
Me for they are the black guardians
You see, the gate keepers to a
Darker pathway, a pathway I
Must walk if ever I seek an
Ending to this, until that day I
Remain haunted and stalked
By those hideous creatures.



THE JOURNEY
INTO DAWN

I see the
Dawn creeping
Into the night.
Slender fingers
Slip upwards
To entwine
Within the
Fabric of the
Darkness.
Each seems
Like a finger of
Glowing
Expanding light
Soon warm pinks
And reds will
Wash the dark
Blue from the
Heavens.
Night dissipates
To herald the
Misty arrival
Of dawn.
All this the poet
Spies through
Cocaine eyes.
And though the
Process is beautiful.
I still feel sad,
For rest, evades the
Restless.
.

SNOW VISION

I fall from
The clouds
Not shadow
Nor phantom.
No something
Else, ethereal
Thing am I.
The dance is
Between the
Dieing night
And the
Ascending sun.
Brilliant surrender.
Bliss in warm
Rays.
Oh I adore more
The yellow orb.
The male disc.
But truly I love
Only goddess
Moon.
Try to swim
Within a tide
Of emotion.
Or fly with
Fragile butterfly
Wings.
Only we, the
Children from
The broken kingdom
Are like stars.
Lights out,
Yet we are divine
Twinkle little one.
Supernova lover
Child of the eternal
Mother.
Shower the snow
Capped mountains
With shards of fresh
Cut love, the enjoy
The melting of red into
White.


OCEAN

The dizzy dream
Is always a sense
Of growing foreboding.
Of reaching out,
Then grasping nothing
Ghosts made of air. Or
Drowning alone, all lost
At sea, just me in the
Black vastness of a midnight
Ocean.
Alone and fading, I wait to
Submerge for the last time.
Ah then ill be caught up in
Deep swirls, in a deep pulling
Current ill be locked to an
Earthly journey.
For ill be the kelp dressed
Fool in Amphitrites silt
Stained castle, just hanging
On her cold dead kisses.
For am I not drowned,
Alone, lost and now carrion.
My soul swims through coral.
Or dances spirals between the
Silver shoals of a million fish.
I’m a prince of death, champion
To the wild siren that sing
Sweetness on the jagged razor
Rocks.
All sailors steer a course to
Destruction.
Sunken
Underneath.
Cold
So cold
I lie with star fish.
Dead
Black
Eyes
Now
Mourn
The
S
U
N

NOTE

for those curious

AMPHITRITE was the goddess queen of the sea, the wife of King Poseidon. Some say she was one of the fifty Nereides, others an Okeanis, but most simply describe her as the female personification of the sea: the loud-moaning mother of fish, seals and dolphins. As such she was essentially the same as Thalassa.
When Poseidon first sought Amphitrite's hand in marriage, she fled his advances, and hid herself away near Atlas in the Ocean stream at the far ends of the earth. The dolphin-god Delphin eventually tracked her down and persuaded her to return to wed the sea-king.


HIDEOUS

Disarticulated
Things
More broken
Or torn to
Shreds.
Limbs and stumps
Sockets of searing
Pain.
Salt the wound
Fucker, did you not
See the thing I
Pointed at.
Blind fool with eyes
You stumble, always
Stumble.
Now im blind
Let the thrush
And robins sing to
The willow trees of
My fate.
Servant of her
I do not hate,
Sticky wet congealed
Blood fills my mouth.
The odour of
The damned comes seething
From the vast burial pit dug
By the fearful in the village.
Mass graves slowly filled
To the top. death smells
Pungent, almost sweet.
Uncontrollable I vomit.
Misery me
No mercy for I have been
Dismantled. the orbs turned jelly
As in LEARS ACT.
Sorrow is a bird, not carrion crow
But a painted creature.
Diamonds reside in their eyes.
Fetch me them. That I may adorn
The pain in beauty.
Then leave me. For I have no time.
No moiré breath. And i yearn to cease.


ACT 3
As the fool enters the yard. Two angels descend
From the gods unto the stage…then taunt the bloody
Wreak of a man. in song and verse..
Enter fool..

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STAR CAR

Downgrade
The inevitable
Change occurs
Gradually
Through the
System
Not solar
More confined
Or entwined
Via tendrils
Of silk.
Light limiting
The pulse
Of the giant
Yellow orb
Sends waves
Of bass shivering
In sound through
My soul.
We are the
Explores.. the inner
Space men.
“can you hear me
Major tom”
Sleek as an
Arrow, I ride
Lightning
Before it ignites
The old oak tree.
Look qt me
See me through
The void.through
The static hum of
The industrial encased
World. find the rhythm
The old secret.
Drums are now
Heard and wild piping
Then in the distance
The city emerges
Silhouetted in the red sky.

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ADDICTION


Synthetic
Bliss drips
From your stained
Lips.
Keeper of chaos
Lover of rain.
The secrets in
The reference to
Crystals.
Chemical created
Love is underrated.
And some may even
See.
Illumination is
The major function.
Slow ascending
Soul soon is all red
Flares and burning
Feed the fire
Feed it well
Burn
The fuel
Straight to hell.
See the fucking
Light. Turn on
The imagery in the#
Little black box.
Surrealistic
Not so simplistic
Im alive and
Immaculate.
Junkie lover to
The celestial addiction.

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A SELECTION FROM TONIGHTS WORKS

DIVINITY DOWNED

I saw a goddess
Fall from the stars
How unbelievable
A sight, falling deity
By night.
A glowing thing,
Much like a comet
she flew bright.
Illuminating all with
Such a sad sad fall
From heaven I presume.
Or maybe the moon.
Such was the sight,
I had to write of the
Day divinity was down

SNOW

Through vacant fields
White with falling snow
We walk this barren
Landscape, searching
For tribe, our eyes still
Burn bright.
Sometimes so lost and
Never far from a myriad
Of tragic endings onwards
We walk.
Ahead. a gleam of a sparkling
Stream, maybe by the water
We may rest awhile.
Two sons of summer, shiver
In winter, frostbitten and weary
Warriors lost in space, spun of
Line and time, searching for
Something sublime.


SPELLBOUND

Now and then
The tiny creatures
Dance by the well.
I thought them to
Be fire flies at first.
But upon closer
Inspection it was clear
They came from the
Other realm.
Not fairies but almost.
They danced in the apple
Grove, to music that
Seemed to come from
The leaves of the trees.
So I dared to stumble
Into the ring.
To weave and sing with
Those spectral things.
And days disappeared
Changed to weeks then
In the blink of my eye
Years rolled past in the
World of the mortals.
I did not care, though it
Seemed a few hours id
Spent
In the company of such
Beautiful things.
Around I spun, till my
Very soul came undone.
I felt free. No ties to
Bind me, yet I was blind
To reality. Spellbound in
A circle of toadstools.
Finally breathless I
walked from the ring to
drink from the well.
Curious I thought when I
Arrived it was a summer night
But now snow covered the ground.
unnerved by this I walked home.
Only to find others living in
My house.
Only when I knocked the door
Did I realise my plight.
For 100 yrs had passed in that
Night.
With nothing, I wept then the sun
Rose to a beautiful dawn,
Some things never change,


COSMOS

I like this
The free flow
The emotional
Blitz to the
Consciousness.
Like projectiles
From an uzi
They fire into me
Slay me
In thought.
Shall I cup the
Stars in my hands
Or let the moon
Rest on my fingertip.
Taste the celestial
My may queen
My star burst
My goddess divine.
Share the time, open
The space. Then love
Me for my fragility.
Shards of red
In a sea of green.
Something’s changed
The picture now distorted
I play with the wingless
Children. dark words
Dark realms
Dark tragedy
Its all me.




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