Monthly Archives: July 2015
Words haunt me
under the shadows
In silience are we alone?
The chill of ghosts
the spectres of words said
Do they ever really go
are they ever really dead?
I miss the warmth of your words and smile
that have been buried under the sands of time
That resurface in my mind.
The white rabbit Prince must die
The white rabbit prince must die
In the land of books and make believe
A story unwritten with the power to make you cry
The modern day Orpheus looks to the sky
For the answer
The answer to why.
See everywhere there are answers
But love doesn’t follow through
With Reflected mirrors it doesn’t respond to you
See the path may be long and prince must be strong
But endurance was never his strong point
Disjointed he always disappoints
The princess whom he favours
A thousand years to savour in the eye of the storm
Nothing can touch him
But if that’s true why was he born?
In feeling pain of loves sweet kiss withdrawn
Hand that held her hand now is worn
Getting older and older each day
He prays to time to make it ok
But time is a trickster and it will take itself away
He is the night to her day
But somewhere a dead man is calling for his crown
Was their love only a noun
A name for something that lies underground
The prince’s heart still beats
And while it beats he will not retreat
But he must give up all he has gained
Or be maimed
By the wisdom that all despise
The temple of a thousand eyes
The tangled web
That tethers us all together
See he must fight himself and die
Or be caught up in his own lies
For if love be eternal
Can it stop the fires of hell that be infernal
And maybe all can be saved
Through union
But royalty must break
And be severed
One must yield
For the madman must be revealed
Or he must return his hostage
The other mind
To break the curse to finally be free
His love must bear responsibility
The white rabbit prince goes to war
Monsters gather underneath my bed
Like fallen angels
My beaten heart
Unyielding
The white rabbit prince goes to war part2
The door stands unlocked
A war for salvation
Must be fought
With the broad sword
That comes out of his mouth
You may think what you like
His is the heaven age, begetting a new age
People may think they can get to him
They never will
Kill his words
The princess dies
She is overwhelmed by the dark
He cannot save her
Demons grow out of her heart
Terrible to behold
A heart made cold
Her bloodline ends with her son with him
Now her heart flickers dim
She devours tragedy
Avidly
Her eyes rage against him
Her words cut through his mind
They run him through
Like the madness that grew and grew
Carnivorous eyes
Stare from the palace
That used to be holy
She is a woman scorned
Sets him up for a fall
As their love hits the wall
She can never forgive him
Only her soul remains
With raging fire
Against him
All he has is nightmares about her now
Objectification
Objectification
You were a girl with average ambition
Now your 17 every mans wet dream
Beautiful object
Human trophy
Men want to possess you
To Caress you
elope with you
Grope you
Forget about your personality
It’s of no use
We seek to abuse you
Another Barbie doll
We ignore your soul
Your heart your intellect
We have no respect
For you
Take off your clothes
Barbie
Groomed or doomed to be a trophy wife
Tenderness a Prince Charming
Only comes with pain and harming
why can’t people look beyond the face
and the body?
Why can’t we see the soul?
Breaking convention
Breaking convention
You love like a woman
punch like a man.
Fit like a jig saw piece out from another set
howl like a dog wounded by a vet.
Play like the devil in a game of chess
speak like an outspoken mess.
Your generous as a millionaire philanthropist
Yet you have nothing.
Baby what you packing, are you bluffing?
You’re couragious as dog defending its owner
and yet your a loner
But have many friends.
Your imagination lends itself to the insane
for some your a thorn in their side a plain pain.
In a land of dreams your a daydream
in full flow
You cannot be defined
We just don’t know!
A punk prayer
A punk prayer
A leather studded glove
A love for the obscene
I’d like to f*ck you it’d be my dream
Mohawks and tats
Never mind the bollocks you tw*ts
Chains of thick metal
and studs and hoops
Groupies and groups of the disaffected
Reflected in the eyes of your sunglasses
Tartan mini skirts and asses
Anarchy in the eyes of the youth
Paint the town red
Amen in the eyes of new gods
men and women
The light ahead
The light ahead
Talking about a revolution
Will sound like a whisper uttered by children
In the wilderness
in the deep winter we keep hold of our history
thinking about it to keep us warm
From the chill winter storms
that beat down outside.
The light is in us
the spark of own divine creation
we are the children of the story
We create our fate
fashion our chances
Life pulses like the lightbulb
Don’t hide what you have
She waits in the palace
Star lit loves always finds a way
Clairvoyant hearts and souls
For the goddess wait
Wisdom is her name
She knows your own
from the dawn of your existence.
I am different
I am a fork in a world of soup
a scout without a troop
a landline phone in a world of mobiles
a voicemail speed dial
a punchline which is a slow poke
a old bloke surrounded by stylish gits.
Facebook without the pictures
selfies without the right angle,
a pen in a tangle
a stranger in a crowd
nuff said not loud.
A cuppa tea in world of coffee
a defenceless toffee
in a world of chocolate biscuits
dont risk it or me
cause i am too different.
A black sheep in a world of white
a short skirt in a world of jeans
a nightmare in a world of dreams.
You may look
you may stare
but i am the unknown
you have to find me a home.
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The clever tree
I am more intelligent than a bush
I can’t talk though, I have no mush, no mouth
I stand for years in the same place
contemplating the nature of the universe
the wisdom of ages
It flows deep within me.
My kind were here well before
the humans took charge
We loomed large
reaching for the sky with our branches
Look at how life dances
to the beat of the drum,
the heartbeat.
We are overcome with activity
all but my kind
But we hear all from standing still and tall
Things that no one has time to hear
floating on the wind
Reverberations, prayers, mantras, feelings all linked,
The path of life is not extinct
The chain the roots are all linked