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TALES FROM THE CELESTIAL PALACE


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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

My dearest Julian,

It's wonderful to see that you are still writing. You always had quite a gift for it. These new ones still reflect that you are indeed the poet you always have been.

I'm sorry my absence has bothered you to such a level. Sometimes I am needed elsewhere for a period of time and sometimes you grow beyond where you are.

I have never discounted you nor have you been forgotten. I have erased no one.

I'm touched that you find me inspiring and a true friend.

I'm sorry you have regrets. I carry none with me and I'm sorry to see that you do.

The doors open if you need or want to talk. I believe you have been given my e-mail?

With kind thoughts,

Sanctuary

Edited by SanctuaryRTBH, 02 December 2006 - 11:08 PM.

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Sometimes it's in the darkness that we truly learn to see.

I'm Dexter in training - so watch it! Imma watchin' you!

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omg ;) THAT COMMENT HAS MADE MY FUCKIN DAY...

OH I DONT HAVE YOUR EMAIL YET..CAN YOU SEND IT ME IN A MESSAGE OR VIA OTHERS...

;) :) :)

jx

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more poems for you all

njoy
jx

WHITE / GARDEN

Ahh,, the bright
White realisation
That your
Ascending, lifting
Through clouds,
Passing through
Atmosphere
To dance spirals
In the solar winds
Of the celestial
Garden.

I choose to tend the
Flowers there.
I feed and water
The unknown seeds.
Waiting for the
Lightning to bloom
And blind me with
Colours beyond
Definition.


SYSTEM

Gleam bright
Little light
Tiny flame
Burn so all
Travellers may
Pass this place
Safely.
In the town
Those who judge
Lie sleeping in
Their illustrious
Beds.
Dreaming dreams
Only blind sleepers
Would know.
Of money
Of possessions
Of superiority.
And of depravity.
Swiftly from
Roof top to roof
Top I fly, glide like
A falling snowflake
To appear at their
Window.
Always the weak will
Rise at my asking
Fling open the window
To the chill of the night
And to their destiny.
It is I that makes a meal
Of them, I dine on
The soulless,
So sweet the taste of
Greed, so arousing
The sticky stain of
Their life, killed so
Stealthily, not by
Knife, but carrion kisses.
Then like dead mannequins
I lay them to rest, dead
Beside lover or husband
Or wife.
Like a feather I float
From bedchamber.
Sometimes I dance
Once engorged in the
Crypt of the cathedral
The newly interred my
Nimble partners. but
Decomposing limbs
So grow weak.
For im a glitch in the
System, or a figment of
Over active imagination.
A work of brilliant
Fiction, aren’t I.? .


ADORE ME

A line
Straight to
The stars.
The art is
Good, the
Method
Correct.
The design
Fine, a
Little flawed
But otherwise
It will do.
The construct
Of the conscious
The deconstruction
Of the rational.
Reality slips to become
A realm of new dreams.
The nature is simple
Human / divine.
Part blackened child
Part lotus flower.
Part beast.
Part dreamer.
Now in the stage light
In the white illumination
I come out to play,
A game?
Or a character?
Dancing in a frenzy spilling
Soul from big black eyes.
Love me for I desire to be adored.



STAR FLIGHT
DELIGHT

Do you love me?
Do you crave cold
Kisses from the
Grave.
Don’t worry ill
Deliver them to
Your bedside soon.
Ill drip them from
My lips, to adorn
You neck like
Withered blooms
Upon a corpse.
Ill fly you high
Past clouds to dwell
In stars.
For this night ill
Come take you
A star flight delight.
A journey that ends
In the shivering cold
Of the goddesses
Celestial palace.
So high you’ll never
Come down.

DISSOLVE
MY LOVER
DISSOLVE

Opened mouth
Gasping gaping
Orifice, lips of
Blistered sores, drip
Stagnation. Hot
Sticky and oh
So putrid.
You ask for me
Exhale
decomposition
From your mouth.
Hot fetid breath
Shall I kiss you,
Take a little taste
Of death.
Oh how your skin
So white is liquid.
Festering and slipping
From your frame.
Beautiful is your
Disorder.
Obscene the offer.
Ill almost accept.
So repulsed I feel
Drawn to your decay.
So melt
Dissolve my lover
Dissolve. And as you
Grow frail ill pull you
Close to my face,
Close to the fallen yet
Divine. Then as I hold
You, ill let you like the
Soul from the darkness
In my eyes. A gift only
A god mAy give.


STAGE EXIT LEFT

So I leave the stage
Take my applause
Flowers in hand
I walk to the dressing
Room, to face the
Mirror, cracked visage
I mouth my lines whilst
Following the white
Lines. who am I
I fear I no longer know.
how the ghosts of
Old players seem to
Be my only company.
Everyday I cry to be saved
To be pulled back,
None of you ever do.
thats what breaks
my heart.
You just fill the theatre
Pay to watch light die.

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So Britain is shrouded in a thick blanket of freezing fog…flights delayed the weather causes xmas chaos…
On my walk to the university all night comp room just a minute ago it was beautiful to see how the blanket of fog had suffocated the world, causing the colour of night to be orange due to the street lamp illumination not being able to escape the think mist…like the movie the fog. you could only see inches in front of your face…it was a walk of mystery…but no..Thier were no dead sailors hidden within it. just the occasional cat that would jump from garden wall or appear from under a car to purr soft warm greeting s around my feet…how I love cats…once you have had one. once they have in purring tongue told you their divine secrets all cats are aware you know of their world…it is an honour to be a confidant of theirs…they like me a creature of the night who treads softly in the shadows…..anyway it was the winter solstice ..or for a few hours still is I suppose…ive written a few poems one small on epic ..ill post once ive transcribed to word a bit later…
It made me smile to think of the cloaked ones,,, dancing within the fog…my sisters…my brothers all. it is true im the son of a witch…

Anyway happy winter solstice and love your cat…


ok epic poem time now

njoy
j

A BRIEF DESCRIPTION
OF EVENTS THAT HAVE
caused my Disappearance

Hung upon a moonbeam
I caught a glimpse of the radiant
One, she of the exquisite
Torment,
She who is never named or
Spoken of in the court of
The celestial palace, nor even
By fire side in the loneliest of
Villages.
Such is the terror she emits.
Our black lady of endless sorrow,
Bestowed of brutality, giver
Of chaos and pain.
Her name I speak now, aloud
As I write ATKH SITCH WITESK.
So ancient a name the words
Cannot by man be deciphered.
Time has tried to hide those words.
Cover in sands of old lands the
Hieroglyphics that adorn lost
Temples.buried for mankind’s
Safety.
I have already caused a stir in
The ethereal by using that name
Again. Never speak aloud her
Name, for through time and space
She will hear your words, invocation
Has been neglected and she desires
To destroy.
ATKH SITCH WITESK.exsists in
The gap, the great void between all
Realms a place that is indefinable
And belongs to the4 great black
Gods that are older than thought.
Older than time or place, for they
Have always been. The archaic
Creatures have no shape or form.
Time does not exist. Space dwells
Under a finger nail, though in reality
I use that image to help you imagine
Such things. they have no human form.
As I have said they cannot be defined
Thus if they exist at all is obscure
Though trust me,, they live.
The old gods wander through
Dimensions lulled by the winds of
Eternity.
ATKH SITCH WITESK is sometimes
Consort to these things, though she
Is not of them, a much younger creation
Is she.
Though it has been known for her to
Take mortal lovers, only once..
In the GREECE OF Plato there lived
A brother and sister, known through out
Greece for being the most fair of
All youth, their beauty was the stuff
Of epic poetry.. now lost.
After a year the goddess tired of
Her fragile lovers,, their body’s were
Found huddled together in a olive
Grove,, crushed to unrecognisable pulp.
Now she is here in our world once more.
For I came across her on a disserted
Beach, whilst walking under the
Stars.
A light appeared like that of moonbeams,
Though it was clear this thing descending
Was not of the celestial palace.
Selene dare not interfere with such as
ATKH SITCH WITESK choosing to
Carry on with her own divine work.
And be advised by the learned elders
Of her court on the situation on earth.
So I stood at the waters edge, stunned
And shocked by this goddesses decent
From the stars,
I knew who it was, I did not run, I stood
My ground, to run from her would have
Been futile anyway.
So in respect and fear I stared at the sand.
As she came close..
“Talk racht il gecht “ she spoke to me
Somehow I understood the words.
“Look at me” she uttered or more
Spoke to me in shudders of seething
Sounds, soft and beautiful mixed with
Screams of terror all mixed, like a
Million souls in pain and rapture
Merged into a voice.
My ears felt wet, touching them I held
My wet fingers in front of my wide
Eyes, blood,, I was bleeding from my ears.
Shock took over, vomit filled my mouth
And I fought to swallow it down.
I looked at her.
Her eyes glimmered with eternity so
Deep those black pools I panicked as I
Felt myself slowly being sucked in.
Was I to drown in green unearthly orbs?
Was I going to die, my mind screamed
For release from this waking nightmare.
But aroused my body grew hard and
Longed to be violated, taken, screwed
To death.i was aware of tears pouring
From my eyes, landing soft salt drips
Upon gibbering lips.
“Theklu hryt iriif fingifjdjk” again she
Spoke to me, vomit surged again, I felt
Dizzy out of control and scared.
“I have news for you” my god she had
Come for me! The realisation almost
Cracked apart my sanity. she pulled me
Into her arms, eerie feeling for she
Had know type of mass I have ever
Experience. The flowed like wind,
Solid yet liquid.
“Thegs fhty ckkf bbfgr sjjdjf jjfjjjjj goiogl
Kfjjfir kkfkkd jhghgggsduyudkl jkjjjd
Jkjdjj erstrwfd hdhstrweew dgggd jhsd
Dghgrgrh fhhfhhhf jjjjd “
So she had spoken, then as I swooned
She dissipated ..nothing suddenly…
The return of the beech and the soothing#
Sound of waves, above only stars gave
Light.
For hours I lay in the dark in the damp
Sand,, thinking nothing jus t being.
My hair turned white that night,
And my burden began, this is my own
Tragic tale.
Would you like to know what she said that
Night.“
“The spiral contains the seed, you my
poet , have been selected to serve
the secret, to define what cannot be
difined ,forget who you are,
for your realm will forget who you
where.
We love you,, so fade “
As I write this I am fading from the
Earthly plain to become other.
I write to implore you all, and to defy
ATKH SITCH WITESK..
Do not forget me, read my poetry,
Hand it down through time to sons and
Daughters. Learn from my words for
A journey is described that opens many
Doors.
Study the words weaved into verse,
So that my voyages may teach you all.
I fade more, what will I become,
Not dead or alive, will become a star
Or be reborn a new planet from supernova.
Solid or energy I keep the unutterable secret.
I fade and now my hands have no substance.
I can no longer write.

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REFLECTS

The dawn
Is sending
Me whispers
Hush
Listen
Glittering
Within the
Wind, diamond
Eyes held
The serpent
Hypnotised.
Such a sneak
In the grass,
I told you l9ove
Wouldn’t last,
Nor loyalty
Nor trust
And especially
Dignity.
La la la
That’s what the
Water nymphs
Sing.
Silly lullaby’s
To butterfly’s.
Dandelion seed
Just another potential
Weed or a clock
From childhood
Memories.
You choose to be
Who you will be.
I only assist in the
Construction.
Dial up
Dead end
Washed up
Super star slut.
I’m in the mirror beautiful.
A reflection of perfection.


ONE SPECTRAL
MOURNING


In the light of
The day
I slowly slip
Away
In a vision
I saw
Morgana la faye
Walking like
Phantom
Across the elysian
Fields.
Such was the
Effect
One spectral
Mourning
The bleak
Descriptions of
The sorrowful
Fields bears
An uncanny
Resemblance
To the meadow.
I care not for
The wind, those
Beings, are more
Winters kindred.
They leave
No footprints
Ever in the snow.
So I gasp
Put my hand to
Mouth, to try and
Stem the flow,
The fast unending
Flow of utterances
So unnameable they
Are as icicles
Piercing my lips
Leaving red stains.
Care not I for
The mundane,
The great performance
Upon the stage of
Normality,
For in words I invoke
A different deity


TO THE
MOON


As a star crossed
Lover of the
Goddess moon.
I nightly swoon
At her cold
Silver radiance.
I
Invoke her earthly
Visitation, for im
Always in pursuit
Of her divine kiss.
an occurrence that
Happens seldom.
So most nights, I
Just lie upon my
Back, at peace.
looking upwards,
lost in stars,
Completely alone


LOVE

Does love exist
Cupid’s bounty
To perform upon
The blind and
Stumbling few.
Does love land
Upon our sleeping
Eyes, soft as
Gossamer and
Sumptuous in
Virtue.
Butterfly like with
Jewel dusted
Wings adorned
With purity.
How can we tell
If love is bestowed
From haven or
Cursed from hell.
For whilst in love
We may seem
Angelic when in
Truth behind our
Eyes a demon lies.
How bountiful
Our existence
When love with
Us resides, but
Fields grow barren,
The grapes wither
Upon the vine,
With loves departure.
Love has the
Semblance Of summer
whose opposite Is cold
barren winter.
My winter is long

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How beautiful...Your work is just astouding Julian..
Such beauty that brings a tear to my eye...
Gorgeous, just gorgeous~

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thankyou xoxoxo

now darlings more more more

HOW to
INOVOKE
FAIRY LILLYSEED

This spell invokes the fairy
lillyseed she who adds
The dew to mourning
Flowers bushes and trees.
Often you will find her
With brush in hand, painting
Some tiny masterpiece
Upon a cobweb.
I heard one time the spider
Of a particular web she
Loved to adorn, became so
Irritated by her constant
Tickling of his web, that
In anger he stole her brushes
and pallet.
This caused outrage in the
Fairy realm, only Mab the
Winged queen of all could
Persuade the spider to
Relinquish what he stole.
Insects , are no
Match for a fairy queen
you see.



DEAD LOVE

Suddenly I spied her through
The gloom, fresh from cold
Incarceration of her tomb
“She’s alive I cried but bereft
She wears a deathly bloom.
All withered or withering


TALES FROM THE
BLACK METHODOLOGY.

PART ONE,

BLACK SAINT

Im as cold as
The grave, why
Not try to touch
The cold skin
Of a body
That forever
Dwells in sin.
I’m the devil
That dances
At the witching
Hour
In the great
Cathedral by
The meandering
River.
Spirals, yes
Spinning spirals
I dance past
The gold leaf
Tombs of priests
Long dead,
Like me,
If I pause, stop
So still, become
Statue.
Marble white
Ill gaze to heaven
In mockery of
The saints,
The kingdom
Of heaven is
Within. How I
Despise the
Christian lies,
But I delight in
That religions
Plight, the death
Of Jesus repeated
Crucified on
A cross of
Technology.
I am the only god
Within this house
Of god tonight.
A beautiful thing,
A dark creation
I know my place,
To consume
your race,
So ill write a new
Testament
One of magnificence
Of deadly precision.
A devils words
May seem absurd,
But curiosity
Will guide those
Who hunger to be
Free to read me.
Dead poet, Bourne
Of mortality I have
Transgressed hell.
Laughed at the suffering.
The methodology is
Black, there is nothing
I lack. Killer kiss taste my
Bliss, for I am all divine.
A god amongst the lost.
Come one and all
Meet me at the cathedral
When the moon becomes
Next full.
And we will dance, the
Downward spiral, I shall
Bestow the gift of death.
To all who desire an ending.



STERILE

How sterile are the
Masses, the lost children
Of all continents, no place
on earth Has not at least a ninety
Seven percent representation.
All present at the role call.
Pathetically they stumble,
In a barren meadow twenty
Thousand miles long,
There is grass in this field
Of torment, short ankle length
Devoid of colour but razor
Sharp, cutting all, slicing
Every one of you, bloody
Grass from stinging gashes.
There are also trees, but not
Like the trees of the world
They all used to know. No
These tress a created from
Death of ideas and loss of
Thought, mostly they are
Withered things created from
The death of dreams.
How sad for me it is to see,
Children, fathers, mothers
Husbands wives, grand mothers
And grand fathers
All just stumbling, falling, some
Being crushed by others they
Knew.
More and more they fall, for the
Less they see, the sun is dieing
All its fire decaying, darkness
Is blackness complete, they have
No fires to huddle for warmth
There are no lights, for they have
Forsaken invention. For in a land
Of closed minds nothing grows.
Nothing grows
Nothing shines, no stars, no moon.
Hope has abandoned all,
Why, because you are all guilty
of the murder of dreams, no
blood stains for the killer though.
Just the internal death of the soul.
Many are guilty of selling purity
And beauty in the open market
Place, as slaves or whores. Cash for
Ideals cash for conformity cash
For the sale of each divinely gifted
Life. money was the god who promised
You a land of plenty, each of you
Walked into the meadow happily.
Ignorance is this sorrowfulands undoing.
In the centre of this place,
Resides the machine, run buy the captains
Of industry who never showed you
Their tails before, or spat at you in
Serpents tongue. They are the demons
The owners of the great meadow.
There’s no escaping the metal jaws
Of the great machine, it chews and
Grinds in deadly position.
Consuming you all, pushed forwards
One by one everyone falls into the method
Of processing. The product of the metal
Thing, meat, minced meat and bone,
Labelled unfit for human consumption.
A last sick joke, it is thrown to the
Hungary population of this infernal
Place, sickend I watch the consummation.
Tearing open packets the damned
Stuff, bloody meat ,
they stuff stuff stuff
that stuf that was once friends
Lovers into open orifices.
This is the sterile world, the great
Medow of sorrow, populated by
#the sterile masses, and its existence
Sickens me, because you al created
It you see, none of you paid a way
Into the kingdom of heaven, or Elysian
Or the celestial plain. What ever faith
The ending has no preference.
Money, greedy envoi jealousy are the
Gods of the mortal world.
Banks alters to the demon god.
I pity you all, be wise, see your god
With vision in your eyes. Then let the
Icons fall. Turn from the false deity
cling to faith truth beauty and hope.
that way leads to the souls purity..

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IN BLOOM..

In bloom or
In decay
Its hard to
Say, but this
I know,
My love fades
Away
Though I call
To you, words
Of hope tinged
With despair,
They all end
Lost, victims
To the enchanted
Wind. Such cold
In those pouting
Gusts.
No direction
Is suitable,
The system has
Crashed, terminal
Failure imminent.
No recovery,
Love is elusive
If its existence
Is real, lack of
Evidence gives
A verdict of
Inconclusive.
Alone, always
Alone, waiting
For something
Wonderful, can
Destroy the soul.

I have a glass
House, within
Its crystal cocoon
The rarest flower
Is now in bloom.
All that watering
All that waiting
For such an
Exquisite display.



OUTWARD
BOUND
(v.5)

She is a
System of
Of glowing
Orbs,
That revolve
Around me.
I chart her
Celestial
Journey
Towards the
Coming dawn.
Oh dissipating
Night,
Love is becoming
A prism,
Full of air and
Mist, illuminated
By a light that
Radiates from
Within.
Purple flow,
Red red glow,
And for a moment
The world ceases
In its endless spin.
Only then, can I
Slip through the
Cracks,
Falling into the
Void,
Destination
Is uncertain, but
I’m defiantly
Outward bound.




DECAY

I am a sensual
Being,
I deliver
Poison,
quick acting
and unseen.
Via a single
Kiss.
I love the lights
That dazzle you.
For I was Bourne
Unto \and now
Exist within
An unearthly
plain.
What I desire
Swiftly turns
Pyre
For it’s easy to
See this black
Lamb has no
Flock, needs no
Sheppard.
Do you take the
Dare, ingest the
Bliss, for its
Euphoria is
Poisons disguise.
Slowly it will
Consume the heart,
Rotting away,
Until everyday is
Entwined with
Infernal decay.


THOU ART
LEMENTABLE.

Desire not my kiss,
For it contains poison
A sweet sickly
Corruption for the
Pure of heart.

Ask not to me for
Guidance, for I only
Know well the black
Fields and cold woods,
Of lands tainted by
Sorrows eternal winter.

Sing to me no songs
Of joy, for I dwell in
Nightmares,
full of screaming lullabies,
sung by the vile crones
who inhabit the wailing
hills.

Desire not my light,
For its unnatural fuel is
Blight, pestilence and
Decay,
Thus my situation is
Most lamentable,
Beautiful self destruction
My only function,
I dwell forever in
A hell of my own
Strange invention.

ADVENTURES
IN THAT GARDEN.

Cold sighs are the
Utterances of the
Spectral.
The painted few, are
The black ladies,
The seven ghastly
Guardians of the
Gate to the garden
Of the other
Realm.
Such a place, strung
Out from time,
Out of space.
They watch always,
Barring entrance
To the mortal traveller.
But I am wise,
Cunningly I slip past
The dark watchers.
And slip into the other
Place.
Therein, in the company
Of goblin, speckled
Sills and cats, I can
Gather up the stars,
Then with hand full.
Let go the stardust.
The phenomena is
Obscure, in its nature
Such strange design.
Then outstretched upon
My lap I see a universe
Expanding in its entirety.
Now laughing in the
Either,, I have evolved
Into the other.
A respectful request
Is made in the palace
Of Selene,
And after a short time,
My question is answered.
In the eyes of the divine.
The goddess has hair
That consists of moonbeams.
That drift about her face.
To say that I love her
is to speak the truth,
this she already knows
and thus assists in my
endless journey.
I have received a gift
A secret I use well,
But of this gift, this
Secret.
Ill never tell.


TALES FROM THE
BLACK METHODOLOGY.

PART ONE,

BLACK SAINT

Im as cold as
The grave, why
Not try to touch
The cold skin
Of a body
That forever
Dwells in sin.
I’m the devil
That dances
At the witching
Hour
In the great
Cathedral by
The meandering
River.
Spirals, yes
Spinning spirals
I dance past
The gold leaf
Tombs of priests
Long dead,
Like me,
If I pause, stop
So still, become
Statue.
Marble white
Ill gaze to heaven
In mockery of
The saints,
The kingdom
Of heaven is
Within. How I
Despise the
Christian lies,
But I delight in
That religions
Plight, the death
Of Jesus repeated
Crucified on
A cross of
Technology.
I am the only god
Within this house
Of god tonight.
A beautiful thing,
A dark creation
I know my place,
To consume
your race,
So ill write a new
Testament
One of magnificence
Of deadly precision.
A devils words
May seem absurd,
But curiosity
Will guide those
Who hunger to be
Free to read me.
Dead poet, Bourne
Of mortality I have
Transgressed hell.
Laughed at the suffering.
The methodology is
Black, there is nothing
I lack. Killer kiss taste my
Bliss, for I am all divine.
A god amongst the lost.
Come one and all
Meet me at the cathedral
When the moon becomes
Next full.
And we will dance, the
Downward spiral, I shall
Bestow the gift of death.
To all who desire an ending.


DEAD LOVE

Suddenly I spied her through
The gloom, fresh from cold
Incarceration of her tomb
“She’s alive I cried but bereft
She wears a deathly bloom.
All withered or withering

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THE RESURECTION
OF ART AND THE ARTIST
VIA THE MEANS OF NARCOTIC
STIMULATION.

The drug is all,
Its chemical code
Untangles all thoughts
Caught in limbo.
Drowned dreams found
Rotting by the side of
A stream are resurrected,
Like ghosts from the
Tomb they emerge from
The dark stagnation.
Again they seem to
mean something.
Amphetamine logic
Creates the dark star.
I love the divine poison
And so care not as it
Perishes the soul.
High speed flight, red eye
Through the night, eventually
Leads to high impact collision
With the dawn.
What an exhilarating come
Down, hard fast and majestic.
But for now im still within
the passage.
Slightly displaced ive shifted
From the norm and now like
Vast fields of corn, all realms
Open .expand in my vision.
“What big eyes you have,
And black…so very black”..
Whisper those winged things
I laugh then let the conversation
Spill liquid like from my
Dry lips.
“all the better to perceive
The beauty. for my soul is
the blackness” that you find so
unnatural”
Junkie genius has learned the
Sacred use and power contained
in words
yellow glow…
for I find im the star of an obscure
show
strange …im the player illuminated
on a stage. With the awareness of
an audience who sit baited in breath.
Spellbound by my tragic enactment.
I play the role for you
The suffering few,,
Remember I said yellow, it is
Significant but not here.
So the performance ends and is
Outstanding,
I play a soul consumed by death,
A cold companion he, but I allowed
His fingers to caress me, and thus
It seemed I grew pallid then passed.
Standing ovation …
Applause grows distant..
Perfection gazes from dressing
Room mirror,
I digress,
Moterhead ampheta engine.
I rush rush rush the scene.
Spun out , wound up high
Riding and licking the moon.
Suddenly I find me sat upon a silver
Lined cloud… it is dark and the darkness
Is comforting,
If I wiggle my toes, look
It rains. Down to earth.
That’s the wonderful part.
Its raining all because of me.





A DREAMING
KISS

I believe that
True and pure
Love does exist
As powerful
As any of the
Elements and
Obscure
Incantations
they may create
for love has the
power to change
The parameters
with out notice.
It is uncontrollable and
Immeasurable by
Any of mans whims
Or practices of sciences.
I feel it is ethereal, yet
Solid in substance
When weighed by the
Soul, it is a gift that
Contains magic and
Bestowed by the old
Gods.
I’ve heard that angels
May deliver it in the form
Of a kiss to the dreaming.
Then like ghosts the leave
To dance in the garden of
mortality



GHOST GIRL
FISHING

I cast the spells
Necromancy is
Seems suits
me.
Like a strange fisherman
I cast my net to trawl
The Styx.
I’m endeavouring to capture
A spectral being.
A soul in transition.
I picked my words well
Powerful is my spell.
Each selected to act net
Like in incantation.
So proving irresistible to
The dead.
You see it’s me and im
Trying to catch me a ghost girl.
For I desire cold otherworldly kisses.
And more than the kiss,
I desire the return of loves companion
In the hope I may never again be left
Alone.


ALL OUR
COLOURS
HAVE RUN,,,

You shimmer
Deeply within
The static of
My unconscious.
Now a feature,
Whos very
existence
has etched a
place in the
fabric of my
soul.
I love you
Unconditionally.
For in your face
I see nothing
More than
Beauty’s
Reflection,
It’s mirrored
In the black of
eyes.
Yours are almost
Indescribable.
Big black pools
To me they resemble.
Oh, how I would risk
Drowning,
to be diving
unfathomable depths
in search of your soul.
I have an idea it would
Be somthing so iridescent.
And a fabulous thing
To find


FROM
WINTER
IT SPRINGS.

More broken
Than first
Realised,
It seems this
Person dwells
In a constant
State of
Dreams.
Well, that’s how
The rational few,
the Sound of mind.
Have me defined,
I care not
For their diagnosis.
Shall I scream?
“Ask Isis”
To the board of
Stiff examiners.
For I have seen
A diamond that
Was outstanding,
its construction
Was of mourning
Dew.
Hang, glittering
Upon an Ethiops
Ear, whilst standing
Windswept on a
Beach at the edge
Of the world.
And more,
I have seen
so much More,
things strangely
Beautiful and
Intangible.
All stem from
Winters realm.
Unlike the winters
Of mans world,
It exists for eternity




NEWS... today i signed a deal with a uk publisher for my second book DARK WORDS TO A GODDESS.. for world wide publication....its will be out fall / winter i think...
so lol i become a two book poet....
ill keep you all posted on dark words development as time passes...

thanks all for your support

jx

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SORROWS
BASTARD
SON

In such an exquisite
World as this,
Beauty leaves me bleeding.
For all blooms are doomed
To wither,
And our little lives are
Nothing but a candles flicker.
Brief in their illumination of
The unfathomable void.
Fleeting hearts beating
should strive to lead
remarkable lives, but sadly
seldom do
and what of me?
A soul Bourne of sorrow, I
Nurture a heart consisting of
Fragmentary shards.
It’s cracked and though it
Continues beating, its rhythm
Is unnatural as it just keeps on
Breaking.
Sadness resides in the black
Of my eyes
It is the infernal engine of
My creation.
At last awake, I must see
Wonder alone.
For in my journey to death, I will
Transcribe my last breath.
May it be as a sigh as sorrow
Is finally exhaled.
Then in the end may I
Ascend to she who is waiting..





RIGHT
ON ,

So solar
Is this system
Of obscure
Planets that
Revolve entwined
In the universal
Properties of
Just my soul.
yes
That I become
Overcome
Or undone by
The strangest of
Keys.
An internal
Key
Fitting a lock
So rusted, time
Has forgotten
To place it
Into a context.
You see stars
Or supernovas
Or nebula in the
Black pools of
My pupils’.
I see them too
New worlds
Undiscovered in you.
Setting suns,
And celestial winds
Blow through all
Our souls..
Time has elapsed
And the sands
Will cover all
We seem to have
Forgotten.
Im uncovering
Humanity.
Why don’t you
All come and see.
Its beautiful.






THE
DEATH
OF JULIAN
JULY 22ND
2004
(MAY HE REST
IN PEACE).

One day in late July
2004 my world as I
Knew it ended.
The person I had
Been since I could
Think walk and talk
Died.
That day I lay snapped
Broken and alone.
For days I lay
Murder victim,
Undiscovered,
Slaughtered by the
Few.
Time passed day
Turned night, night
Grew cold. Persevering
The dead thing id become.
This state of decay lasted
Many days.
Isolated and alone, except
For my cat.
Who lay sleeping upon
My chest. Very wise,
For my feline friend.
Was, via love, cocooning my heart
From frost...
Then one not so exceptional
Day in August .the sun spilt
Into the wasteland of my
Life,
And slowly a seed in me
Began to bloom.
undiscovered
And left unattended
Came a strange bloom.
Having died, suffocated
By industry, economy.
I saw trees
Once I was one of many
Multiple Partners .to greed and
Envy .the great whores
Of society.
They fuck us to death
With the stench of the
Pound, dollar, yen for
Breath
.money is dirty,
Notes covered in germs.
But look ,children
Put coins in their mouths
Play with pocket money.
If I gave your child a rag
Hundreds of people had
In wet hands clenched
Or snorted of
Pissed upon and in some
Cases fucked upon.
None of you
Would let them touch
It, isn’t money just
The same, or does its
Value in your eyes makesf
It clean,
.greed is no sanitation.
What is morality,
From my souls destruction.
From the loss of all.
From the wailing screams
Of insanity,or from goddess
Psychosis bony grasp.
I grew from wreckage.
Ever higher.
Soon to flower..
A baby new borne in
The 21 century. Hope
Feeds my eternity.
And all life, all things
Are in their very existence
Outstanding creations.
With everything I saw
Absolutely noting.
Now with Resurrected eyes
Vision applies.


MY
MIND
MEANDERING



So lost
So listless
The pain
Is for
Some
Truly
Endless.
What of us,
The decadent
Descendants’
Of a
most
Obscure
Constellation.
we
Are called
Angels by
Some.
Or stardust’s
Children.
Each is an
Outstanding
Achiever.
Social climber.
Wise illusionists
All, for thought
Patterns have
I higher transmission
Frequency.
If you disagree
Lost in a seemingly
Endless gaze,
Just looking at a
Daisy, a dragonfly
Fleetingly enters
The field of vision.
Startling me in
My consideration
Of that tiny flower.
Some of the
Ethereal see beauty,
Then have the need
To devour.
Those are obnoxious
Mutations of the
Star borne.
So incomprehensible
Are those hybrid
Stalkers of humanity.
They dance to the
Grotesque pipes of
Pan.
We too are drawn
To the sacred gathering.
But only as observers.
Have you ever wandered
Where Tatiana sleeps.
Or looked for the entrance
To the bleak land where
Persephone weeps.
Ill tell you a secret.
Upon a mountain illuminated
By silver I danced with
Rhea to the rhythm of
Her drum. Until the gate
Opened to reveal Perse.
There after we danced
The spiral…
And the spheres cracked.
Be swift, life is a small
Measure to the children
Of man.
There are others like
Me, who try all we
Can. To open your eyes.
Life is a lie, designed to
Feed the system, in the
Centre of the world lies
An infernal engine,
Fed by deceitful things.
A world turning on
The burning of souls
I could almost weep
at the scene of the
Murder of dreams.
Understand this, if
Such as I should ask
For a kiss. Know that
You must be something
Remarkable and truly
Beautiful.
Shine, be radiant for
Your destiny is to adorn
The web. In a shiny star
Lustre.




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