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Cerberus
Eyes of the eternal
Real tears shed
Eyes of the eternal
Can see the dead
not long gone
Just out of sight.
Like the bird that takes flight
into the white room
with white robes
I looked for you and I froze
I saw you with my undying eyes
you are not gone you can’t die
You live on in my mind
and in a different dimension
of the goddess’s mind.
The white rabbit prince must die video
Radio memories
The song playing on the radio
speaks to me
it’s lyrics collect like a memory
of a past time
sending shivers down my spine
I am lost in musical deliverance
sometimes I am caught by radio remembrance
dancing to tunes which deliver me from my gloom
they fill the room with happy vibes
my soul is set free
to dance.
The songs will remind me of younger versions
of myself when I danced at clubs
and more importantly danced with you
I hope for bright shiny days
and new songs
for the warmth of feelings
is revealing new songs
to listen to.
Your heart is not my home
I can’t work out whether I feel upset
that I am alone
or that your heart is not my home
I screamed your name in the hospital
When they held me down
and injected me
Love never happens for me
If I could reach out for your hand
and you accepted my words and deeds
maybe it work out differently
but I am a soldier
I fight with the courage of a lion
or maybe I am still trying.
Adventures in Advertising
Mind boggling
Google goggling
4D
Dimensions of reality
technicolour explosions of light
Interwoven into our sight
Surround sound system
Crisper than crisp crackling
boomier than a bass dropping sound woofer
audio clarity crystal clear
name dropping colour trapping
sound mapping
Sonic flow
whats is better than this I don’t know…
Interface your internet
Respect your Ciri dialect
reality vivaciously virtual
turn on your super clean washing machine
from out of the house
when you not even there
pay for play for
Must have Netflix
your next hit
Prime time video
orgasmatron specs
supernatural sex
With robots please respect
Flex your pecs at the drive in gym
super slim
wide on
Touch screen
latex rubber dream
machine
Stupendous short skirted
Pert nippled
waxed laced and bowed down
In an avalanche of grace
Beautifully designed
apple stacked
peach backed
ass clapped
wrapped in platinum and gold
Liquor
gigantic
Ginormous
credit busting
luscious fruity delicious
prized pricks
that will make you desire
Fiery flames
Floating toting
Great balls of fire
and jerk fireworks.
Cards of life
Sometimes we stick sometimes we twist
Sometimes at the flick of the wrist
We are blessed to have a good hand
and the game goes to plan
but when it doesn’t
when we can’t win life’s tricks
when the future hurts and pricks
and stabs
at our hearts
we know the power is to start each day anew
with the resolve that grew
out of our tears
and the knowledge our instincts and fears taught us
we have to trust our love, our faith
in ourselves above all
or we will hit a metaphorical wall
or a metaphysical one
In our minds
life is wonder it shines
in the dark
a spark to light our way when we our lost
don’t count the cost
be a player
and never despair
for there is always a point in a game
When it turns round
and that player has a chance
turn it around and let life dance.
The story will die with us
The story you’ve kept secret all these years
Dies with you
Caught on the tongue
Stung on your heart
Like a bee
I talk to myself
All I am left with a voice and story I can’t say
I pray I will meet you to talk to you in person
but our fears have worsened
You are a part of me that never goes away
It is our story that sticks in my throat
Like a bone
I am cold and alone
naked without the story we fashioned
Ashened and sack clothed
In my jaws of justice
I can’t say how I feel
I kneel at the gates of heaven
or hades
hoping that the trees will shade me
I talk to their branches and leaves
but does any one truly believe?
I was a messenger once
Cursed to talk of love
But never know
What it means
Even in my dreams
I cannot grasp a sense of success
if my story’s true
Then the colours of the rainbow belong to me and you
and I am your guardian.
The fight for sanity
Dead Gods statues crack eroded by time
I am your nightmare
tears form a weapon
they threaten
to never stop
I am your communion a blood for wine
Liquid divine
we feed on Jesus
whether your faith or mine
Its based on a fallen world
How long have we been in servitude
To a god who puts apples on trees
Then tells us not to eat
I will wage a war on idolatry
our reality is love and light
But we are engaged in a fight
for our sanity.