Thin Red Lies
Mother please accept these folded greens
No more will I bare scars of Charlie trees
Burning fields in hell where I lose myself
Broken toy soldiers left on the shelf
Each day shall I wake inside my endless void
My loathing demon
Self abusing what isn't destroyed
For if this day is to be my final day
What in life reviewed, could one truly say?
Joining with death to stand at the edge
Halfway to alive we make one final pledge
Old bones not yet cold to step down from the ledge
For the fallen we rise in servitude of a friend
What is normality if not civilian casualty
The mirror reveals our nemesis to conquest
My own contrarian to common sense
Dearly departed better half still fighting in that trench
Still do I feel the fear within every lonely beer
Those bombing runs and the city siren I still hear
Old words never die held true to our decree
Once more unto the breach my dear friend misery
No soldier lost to finding their best
Waking up in wrapped sheets of hospital beds
The Reaper ever stalking in the gallows of death
Golden wings once soared flying angels above our head
Lottery to no fortune of life be numbers so tragic
Salute to Goose as he returns with his Maverick
Pageantry upon stage of their youth we stole
Hanging medals to chests like Olympians winning gold
Pin up posters placed to cover those bullet holes
Held to us the prisoners of all these lost souls
Days within years not be lost in vain
Judge us guilty sentencing poor Andy Dufresne
Twenty years the agony throwing him away
Arms open wide to our sky
His purgatory of chains be freed in falling rain
Words sworn to justice upon bibles never read
Life brings us to our knees as all be given is bled
Finding his smile at the end with his old Red
But for a single petal we do return to this falling sky
Gift of dreams for loved ones we left behind
Those souls of brave we gave to the crown
Tears that stream no rowing sailor down
Poor soldiers sent from their home towns
Their spirit in families still line those streets
Waiting upon time no returning boy be seen
We honour their sacrifice they have already paid
The life of Sons our Mothers gave away
Screaming to give back our loved ones we gave to the fray
May eternity echo the names on our memorial display
We stand with Andy and those families
Their lost voices to walls that cry with no sound
By their side we hold them so they never fall down
Upon the horizon we stand to gaze of red skies
See the burning fields in our farthest sight
To our chest do we keep all we love so tight
The warrior to be my brothers keeper
Admire with pride our uniformed sisters
The fighting ladies of the Lioness
Our beating heart as they put away that Sunday dress
Show the broken man he always had the warriors best
With polished boots and our pressed dress suits
May their voices echo through our finest rifle salute
Honour the word we gave upon their soul be kept
Journey home holding hours as hands to the wet cement
If it be my life then so shall it be with my friend
Nights lost to wonder like young boys in backyard tents
Sunday mass we gather holding mothers that wept
Hope guide us to see our heart waiting on that front step
Instead the widow left to hold this letter they never sent
By her side we stand to make sure she will be our best
Dark days in black parades to see no fallen son go by
Let go our balloons to make rainbows in the sky
May love give them flight to this our saddest goodbye
Still this very day do soldiers remain
On no field of dreams so far away
Under dawn of first light we will show no shame
We come to remember our fallen brave
Thinking of those brothers we couldn't save
Their life to the bottle as we throw them away
As moments fade, shall we colour in the grey
Too long have their pictures slowly begun to fade
Have we sold their homes to see the politician paid
Return our flags that we fold upon graves
Be they banners we fly to walk through their towns
Each step upon the bricks they have laid down
This petal we gave so shall it remain on their grave
Through the rain may it shine for our finest brave
No enemy but my own grief shall I have from this day
Return the fathers to home where they should always stay
So their sacrifice be never given in vain
Our rifles surrended to never be remade
The mind concealed to war as fog starts to lift
Just these poor children hiding under kitchen sinks
Never to be killed with love they hold to each
As dear Mother lay to the side with her cold feet
Do not fear these painted tears on our faces
I am the hand of light reaching from dark places
We hear you in song holding your family in prayer
A brave warrior you be with the weight of war to bare
The casualty of wars discarded toys
No name to this chess piece upon the board of Troy
Earn this life to honour of your Mothers sacrifice
To be in remembrance of that time served
Be never borrowed but with love we return
Honoured in memory we sound out the battalions horn
Standing together by lighted candles at dawn
Bow our head so they may hold them high
Never leaving our post
We see their souls still marching by
Magnus III - Xanadu
My dearest of Fathers
That who be Doctor you in a phone booth
Our Clark Kent that reverse çengineered the tent
Memory lapse of that smaller then usual underwear
Perfection to time period hair o f Hyperion Debonare
1980’s Mercedes Enterprise class bearded memoirs
Selling Skywalker as first order to fired reporters
Yes to your suprise it is I, “that” daughter
Your favourite right wing news live on a camcorder
Screaming for my ice creamery sanctuary
It’s life with love, our emotional support dairy
Father's old enemy of stained haberdashery
On overnight shipment of mispelled Italian upholstery
Smile of me with those missing teeth lollies
Melt thy heart of no needed sorry
How one must save the world from her shelling mortar
Time be so precious of Fathers to Daughters
Shining sun of my eyes be the most convincing at store
With her golden hair soaring in Summers dawn
Never need to drive far in our sky view car
To this shore we hear the singing from afar
Listen with our elven ears for the calling star
Dancing we are always singing with a sitar
Our ocean melody be this singing sea chorus
Ride the underwater sea horses
Composed to caress her water orchestras
His universal response to no cost she be
On flybuy flights to rehearsal tours
Our post grunge supernova cosmic girl
Reflecting life on her starfield tiara
Take breath of all who witness
This beauty treble clef on debutant ball
Shimmering Isles seen lost crystal palace
Extended night of darkened mind maps befell us
Rising peaks of compositional chasms on tidal balance
How once it sat with view upon horizons door
Whales of wells to call forth
Echoes of fallen Dolphins Murman lore
Pickup those shells sleeping on sea floor
So many years have they held their call
People who stand upon edge of the world
Free to be honey to a hummingbird
Dancing with tassels around our thoughts
Princess Melody of hailing sea
Speak of me in emotions of empathy
Deep in her abyssal sea we sing
Rise to reversed skies the sunken keep
Carefully to delicacy of ancient ear
Gliding ribbons of wings in talons dream
Tell me of secrets that keep us apart
Little Miss rising star from Kryptonian Mars
Happiest of feet dancing to beat
Edges of worlds where our two lights meet
My very own little GT Eleanor
Shelby shells to tell of our spell
Falling amulet ever blue of lost moon
Archway to platforms of trains leaving so soon
Shall we see dear child through rebirth of gates
Hiding lines to find time in our ladies necklace
Cry oh beautiful Isla of ascending shore
Warm my heart in winters storm
Love we wrote on scrolled up notes
Tattered sails shone beards upon sunken boats
Find our Sailors Salem in Sanctum Sanctuary
Lost ghosts we float in bottles of Mobys sea
White lotus by your face to show thy ladies grace
Mend the broken shells
Sitting by your favourite place
Seek the water so shall it call to thee
Hear the tales of ten timbers top we left for you
Sea breeze to toning bells in your Mel shells
Build once more your calling heart by seashore
These Shelby shells of our gateway door
Your blessed ear to hear such love from our core
Sung in memorandum the old drum up North
In passing of moments dared to set free
Whirlpool of dreams release from me
If only time be losing count in our mind
Life be complete writing chapters of my lifeline
Greatest gift I bestowe upon thee
A Father’s smile in all she be
My Princess of our loving sea
Your mother my love to time eternally
Always I keep so precious in memory
That dress as it arrests me so radiantly
My final smile found on those lips of honey
Afternoon tea be company for novel mysteries
Sun chair by sea air take breath of me
Perfume thy fragrance of gardens enchanting
My love in views I define heaven
Need not of one thing
Your wings I keep in this ring
Tango with this fool my glowing Queen Bee
We glide upon time in dreams as one team
Twirl as toes curl across stars with that hair, my love in golden stream
Lost in skies of thought to your passing comet
I stand with arms wide to shine as you fly through my life
Her blue comet, my Northern lights that heart as a kite
The stars read of Mother and Wife
Raindrops of honey my love falls upon me
Whispers of love do bless my ear as we dance
Footprints always as two never washed away in sand
Forever i keep the fondest treasure
Everyday I fall in love with your romance
So soon to join my comet blue
Just us two as those lips be my life renewed
To have this dance will be my pleasure
Happy in my surrender to forever
Rest of days eternal in arms of milk and honey
Daughter to Mother’s comet
May it always shine to never depart for our love to be seen on it
My treasured heart
Presenting…….My Marvel Star
Magnus II - Her Golden Hair
Vagrant mind of losing thoughts
Repeated synthesis played of Crimea chords
Swinging pendulum holds all we forgot
The doomsday clock if all we love be stopped
Counting back within memories to see
Dear Time, why do you abandon me?
My safari journey with shorts a size too small
Mascara waterfalls in touring African dawn
Paint me no sun ever better, as I write daily letters
To all who read my white lotus decree
Draining love, is her art on that Pocahontas centrepiece
Seeking her inner dream of getting dropped off by wolf creek
Creature features with silver streakers
A Bullet straight to my hearts locked keep
Schedules we book with pencils
Deadlines of timelines
Lined up noses to be swept off our feet
Every week we think she is all that she can be
Then does she catwalk with pen and lamington
Staring into my heaven while melting me
Micro managed my well rehearsed first firing Miss Savage
Left it on a post-it note reading sorry dear diary
I am on another diet of crying
Performance so undeveloped
It was almost as if I was back in the toilet dying
I got lost to watch this space
it just seems like the biggest waste
Time keeper to keeping time ever present
That shine of her half moon crescent
She peers with precision upon this pirate crew
Glaring eyes one sees this glasses Magoo
Find me strength to remind myself
Your Santa Kris Kringle workshop elf
Gift to give a cheers in your ear
Still it be in my little truck
So nicely wrapped in no given fucks
Take this journal of Miss bridal recital
Burn them to ashes with those daring Cruella lashes
Be they lessons learned to be unearned in family urns
Put them on Fathers well read fireplace mantle
Left over local rapscallion sandal vandals
Don’t take me back to where I always sat
My aching misery by the beach on a bench seat
Diary so dear to my years thus lived
Trying to pull away the clouds for stars I couldn't quite reach
Give back rainy days under the stairs with her Paddington bear
Half cupboard filled with cuddle lions
No courage we categorise in labelled lying
Peering goggles with giggles her stylised spying
Pantry snacks for her quiet late night retreat
Sneaking toes on those thumping feet of feats
Her majesty's service does await for our next double O spy
No Money or Penny for this MI6 milkshake not stirred with a bow tie
Scratching turns to rapping at maiden chambers
Every night be it no quote to quothing raven
Curiously strange this being I have yet labelled human believing
Just Sunday mornings of lonely stories
How fond it be to live anywhere
But in every entry of memory
Of when dad left and took everything but me
Just hope that my best front step is still there
When I need to stare
Upon the poor be poorly folded folders
Holding dead roses of insincere proposals
This Rapunzel with stairwell hair should take no such care
Eating pizza to Romeo Leo my teenage mutant hero
How I hate my misery room of regret in a box of éclairs
Mirrors so tall I stare through myself if life be ever so unfair
Growing mildew melancholy signed on windowed apologies
Elixirs from mixers timed to pass 101 toxicology
My colour takes rest in a clouded backdrop
One brush with ink that may never stop
How I would give back all this of my luck
Winding back the clock to half past drunk
Each new year to bring new fears
Lonely nights to warm sprite
Looking for my idols to complain about finals
No duet to second verse as she sings
Handing back what was never kept
To this stolen engagement ring
Eating afternoon cereal reading serial killer novelties
The most excited I be when heard of a new Twilight series
Her vampire dream be Roman Esquires the third encounter arriving
Wild stallions to Daryl singing about riding
Diving through broken dreams and flyscreens
This vampire to come rescue thee
Pale as brides vale does he sing and regale to me
His whatever Queen
Waiting list on applying future grooms
Second room receptacle for sit down interviews
In too many phones of phantom phantasm tones
Inspire me to fire me with uninterest in loans
A kiss with fangs of fandango
Half Wolf and man of verbal tango
Take me from this magic of pulling rabbits
From sorting hats sung in doorway crescendo
Confucius be confusedly confused
Disagreeable quarrels of quandary
Should the floating Jack door fit one more
Then to hell with unbuttered popcorn
Sounds in the family home still echo
The little footsteps of emotions left
Be they days of early April
Hear that happy birthday by cakes on her table
Presents of all present her love to life squad
One gift missed to grow wings that all forgot
Rhetorical rhetoric of Carpathian Casper
Tropic of Capricorn or Tropical Cancer
That blasted grandfather of uncloaking clocks
Still does my nose twinkle everytime it mocks
Painting raindrops on her perfection claws
No star dust from ceiling stars even with that roaring tiger snore
She looks with despair at the empty pillow
Whispers of love she still does hear you
Where thunder buddies snuggle her whiskers
Holding love so tight but never does the heart keep
All those dreams she hugs to sleep
Her own clip on Klingon Cosmic Avenger
Playing tennis with that Slazenger
Side-lines with magazines of Time be her manager
No man be so void of logic to return her service
A discourteous Pete Sampras to go down with love
Pistol Princess fastest drawing of deuces at dawn
The White Tiger, our pride of the North
Her claws will take no applause
Roar oh Mighty Gaia Maiden
Louder than all the titans that stood before
The 9 moons under which she be born
Detected deductions from her seductive Artois Moriarty
Her diamond smile of Aurora Borealis
Light of her eyes held in lightning skies
Never surrender she be our battle cry
Find us to save us under these Northern Lights
Fires of her heart that line our shoreline
Her Joan of Arc war craft
Screams to free the slaves of chains
Tiger Lilly of lotus symphony
Sing to me that ever sweet hum
Her music be our beach fires war drum
Through snow she glows in her Cashmere
Take a knee for one kiss upon me this falling tear
First in line to wage war with that bursting heart
Halls summon us to service of her calling star
Keeper of charms to lost magic of arts
Steal of me this sorrow frozen to my frown
For this day she returns to wear the fallen crown
Her very own army of the undying Vikings
Queen we’ve always believed
Always seen in every lost boys dream
The lighted star to see us home from afar
We give life to be lifted with her breeze
Take us my love to our endless sea
Magnus I - Ice Cream Edition
Stealing Christmas with her marmalade bear
Eboneasor in that toy box Pandora
Her humble Hubble Conservatory for eating lollies
Scope to slide views into pools of swimming dori
With this soon to be obscene Queen of never ending stories
Blanket castles where her throne remains
Any dare enter her Grendel lair of despair
Pans panic room to noted misery
The diary of her life library
Words captioned to burning picture frames
Remove all hope of me ye’ who abandon me
Awarded best in show. The half dressed to depress
See her hold it together with a martini and cigarette
Easy Sunday morning eyes
Looking for the luckiest guy or Mike Patton lookalike
Just counting the same old crows
Home to pull down her frowning cocktail gown
Scratch away posters of Beverley Hills postcodes
Misplaced intent for lost jeans with pressed pills
Cats whisper who be this new shadow whisker
3am tall tales Ms Kitty with lost keys and garlic sauce pity
Dusting the mirror where she sees her roaring Aurora
Driving Deville’s dressed in your cabaret fantasy
Curiosity catness be the corners eye in her labyrinthine luxury
May her highness invite us to learn politeness
Her lavish crime to partake in midnight delights
Tasting platters of caviar to caveat her dark matters
Leaving me in gutters like poor Mr Butters
She just throws away her once favoured toys
Closing down the last lost home for broken boys
Deeds unbecoming of thee our Miss Mayhem Melody
Our Cinderella too clever to have reminders to remember
Losing her silver slipper on those steeple steps
Fate would have chance of choices we make
Constellations of our most important date
Leaving it all to chasing romances
Made from partners toasting lost chances
Future groom, are you still stuck in that misery room
Lost all that she wrote when that dear diary became broke
Sleepless in strokes of fine dining chimes of midnight
Our teapot genie to grant thee a wish of 3 carols by candlelight
Losing bets in yet again a game of chess
Even through the pity puddles and rain
She still wears her best on main
Curious to books of magic found in attics
Even fellow fanatics to cousins be ever tragic
Who we find as we walk by with that voice inside
Interior paramedic to pandemics of heartful goodbyes
Hearing poor Charlotte cry for her butterfly
Eating lunch of coffee just making minutes before midnight
Untouched wedding cake be on her flower plates
Where the groom just waits
Runaway bride, just runs inside
Hiding from the mere thought of male suicide
Baking cosmopolitans to give bakers their cosmology apology
Kissing clowns in our black gown with a Cobain bow-tie
Enchanted to be asked of this dance
Behind midnights masquerade mask
Getting back to a working version of cheeky whiskers grinning
Spreading love to all that be still with shotgun glitter
Our princess to ponies with stapled horns and her Nightingale crown
Home be where my heart left me
Hiding in her Miss Hubbard cupboard
Bending spoons to what she calls the home of hidden brooms
Fathers Millennium star in a galaxy so very far
Dusting off his lost smile to photos of his little angel while holding par
How my heart does grow in years that I so well know
Like flowers of her garden
Where we sing with lost Lady Margaret
His happy place that stays where no delayed planes can travel
That stare to ensnare
Captivating minds of Providence Peculiars
Mountain ranges in first class Carpathian carriages
Come to my side dear child
Let that golden hair be our ships sail
Unfurl your curls in her wailing wind
By night shores we truly see our moon door
High tide be our heart to hear our sea star
Gaze through our mind maze
See the wonder of northern thunder
He came to be our true empathy
Herald of Harold our knighted moon child
Hold him in motions of emotional oceans
New sight through windows of starlight
Bursting colour above our first mother
With our kaleidoscope eye
See my world you left behind
Fathers call to listen but never hear
Daughters cry to account of no tear
Hold to us this promise never called
Collecting seashells trailing in thought
My Huckleberry Finn
My Brother
Please forgive me
Don’t think I can stand up today
My body so weak with words I cannot say
Regret, how it becomes the memories we neglect
I miss our conversations be they so far in day
No foolish pride to be my resolute
When I become the worst excuse
No friends left to pull away the recluse
Cursing down every cloud we tried to drown
Staring into the lake
Watching eyes close with her princess crown
Help my dear Brother
I lost myself again this day
How I miss the love of our Mother
Her spirit still speaks to me in the thunder
Do you think she will be proud of me some day
Always will I try and be your keeper
With secrets we never need say
Behind you to wickets in every step
I lost my favourite glove again today
Come so far from crashing cars
Still can I hear her drowning lungs like it was yesterday
Always shall it be with me, this anchor
Dragging it down the dark hallway
Hold me dear Brother
What words we spoke above a grave
Digging away to bury our better years
Just to stare with no words to say
How the terror of Father becomes our fear
His chair of dread holding screams in my nightmares
Come hide with me under the bed with Mothers prayer
Close our eyes and take us back to the town fare
Happier I be in thought of sunny days
By that river where we fish forever
With no need of any word to complain
No home with nice biscuits can we return
When troubled storms be coming our way
Help me dear Brother
My heart has fallen to pieces again this day
Wore my best smile but she won’t even look my way
My sadness cuts me so deep no more can I hide this pain
Threads holding me together but life keeps throwing me away
When did the cradle become this grave
Your moments dear to this uncle I forgot to save
Wish for years reversed to see her first smile
I stand the accused so you may never be on trial
Give back my smile life stole from me
Smashing mirrors of what I dreamed to be
Wipe away the deceiver to see a lost believer
Shadows in darkness now becoming clearer
Save me dear Brother
These sad thoughts wont leave me alone
No more can I sleep with all that screaming
Always to bare scars of that broken phone
Her glass jar of broken hearts be full of tears
Why doesn't she give me back these lost years
With torment as ink we finger paint our sleeves
No butterfly in caged misery to set free
I keep cutting it away
Why won't it ever leave me
Thinking of friends we lost in yesteryear
Their names engraved on walls of our fear
Would they return so brave to show me no shame
Holding me as I scream for Father to go away
Find me dearest Brother
When I drag myself into the rain
Hammers that beat my fist to chest
Come see the lightning run through my veins
No minutes held to watches of stolen time
Ever I be lost in this concept of feeling fine
Be the best of me with all those smarts
Spread those arms like the plane we couldn’t start
Reminders to find your lost birthday text
Thinking of days we could never pretend
Adding to ashes of memories we called a friend
Losing all we love to addictions of death
My one true brother
Never did I want sorrow to be of any bother
Love will never leave me as I sit by our Mother
In front position to your battle no matter how far
Always be you, my only true brave heart
I Wolf V3.1
Howl to me ancient being
Let us roam this splendour together
Moon be our source of light at attention
Second Sun in paralysed suspension
Be my insurrection one more year
Born again to vengeful fear
Time held to framing tangents
Doomsayers of earth walking flagrant
Let my star be seen from afar
Above all who light candles
Never to be extinguished by vandles
Flame of dark light
Be my second sight
In veiled Elysium of night
When all stars have fallen
May nocturnal Moon
Be my true calling
Howl in truth to consume
Be my midnight perfume
Silently with no surrender
I caress the Moon so tender
Do I yearn for the cold light
Warm blankets of Miss Remember
On highest peak
Shall I traverse and seek
To rise above this mortal bleak
Saddest painting one could see
Is all my Queens who abandon me
Throw away this empty brush
Dried blood of painted misery
Spears it through my begotten heart
Draw a line through human history
Now it be
Just the Moon & me
In loneliest song sung in mornings
So cold I be from envious stories
Dreaming states frozen in mourning
Adorn me with hope my sky blanket
Wrapped in life as my inner sanctum
Moon sky ever in sight
Be my testimony to stay with me
In loving matrimony
Howl in spirit to me
As I write of love to thee
My beautiful rubber ducky
Float with me
In a bath made of glass
To stare through life so empty
Wash my coat of skin
With better memory
Why can’t love take me with her
How I miss her in beautiful fur
I send my last blood soaked kiss
To my moon sky in bliss
Catch it with all you seek
Hold her in deepest sleep
Self loathing can be
The saddest act to pretend
That she knows and misses me
More than this air of profanity
Think of me in last year
Love until eternity be near
Be the only birthday gift
Knowing your face how I miss
No Fields to Envy Enemy
If all be true of seasons renewed
I give in all humility
Ventures of vanity end with insanity
Our mad top hats put on backwards
Depravity shall be no chastity this day
Thanks to what gives life lost to graves
Do we dare send our best dressed
To help those protest
To protect their homes
Battle line drawn from suits with shoes
No issue we have of enemies unseen or abused
No bolder be today’s soldier
As they stand shoulder to shoulder
We do what is asked to be the disorderly of order
Ask our forgiveness for what is about to come
We must obey or be thrown away
Demons with High Ranking uniforms
Will see us all come undone
Those who lay on fields
Where honour be their shield
Brothers and sisters to defend what they must
In battle of heart and home
I place this flower on your body
I will whisper to spirits
To keep you for those who miss you
Take you far from mind
Fields of war on any shore
Blood bathory in glorys gore
Dressups
Years gone I did surmise the cost
No envy of any did I become
Bridges built from fragile sand
Best to slowly crawl before I stand
Lovely days pass on by
In only dream of recent time
Have I felt desire come inside
Fairies brightest colour
Days lost in thoughts covered
Unsettled of mildew
Flew away before they hear you
Gone are they
From present day
My hand up high
Please fall back from the sky
I need my love of life
I wish to see my light shine
Free through beauty of wishes we be
If no love be present
No future I can be
Have me as I can not exist
No desire to reminense
Wings that shall never catch fire
Plucked from our lady luck
If one could find her
Fabled feather to tickle noses
Hiding in hats trying our poses
Misadventures of Miss Remember
I still have those wilted roses
No journey for lonely souls
If I can find my forever
The one who stole
Butterfly Cages
Awaken from life
Dream time of astral travels
Where does end truly begin
In a world of crystals
Hand I see holding farthest star
Spinning through rings
Labriynth for lost thought of all things
Captivating in poetic rapture
To capture this jewelled butterfly
Hold it to your ancient ear
Hear the world as it cries
Gentle flutter of wings
See the most beautiful eyes that blink
Our Queen to be seen in the dawning mind
Existential pondering of mattered time
Giver of life to breathless lung
For one kiss in rememberance
To defy those who deny
We never forget who she be
No garden do grow without thee
Thanks never in need
Should you find yourself
Happy moments to feed
Lay your head on mothers lap
Hear her sing as we breathe
Energy in synergy of matter
Synchronicity in melody we hum
Trumpets, violin, or war drum
The harp of lost Leanore
Float in breeze under crows feet
In skies above forever more
Curious be to listen dear child
Hear our Mother sing of love
True could it be this gift
For all who we missed
Those who lost themselves
No sight given out from dark cellars
Hold them we will
These fallen unsung
So warm we keep them
So love be unto the reborn
In sanctums between first light of dawn
Tuning forks sound underwater
Bring forth sea creatures
Last journey for sons & daughters
Mother shall not be alone
With all her children
She wants for no throne
Must balance final debts
Death to taxes our requiem at best
She takes upon our emotional carry on
With praise no need given to atone
Keep pain locked in cages
Open doors to dungeons deep
Those who cast witches & mages
Be telling of lost words in translation
Thane of Thorns
Broken swords
Shields be floating down your moat
Push your Prince in his boat
With his lamp of souls
Holding close the secret scrolls
Reverse the iron crown
Through his head shall it push down
Cast upon see your foul curse
Attone to no ear under the clear
Judgement be given
In your persecution of poor beggars
No body to burn or return to tide
Darkest night where no light resides
The tentacles of sea tarantula
Be the payment you stole
Shall surrender your begotten soul
Cosmic Girl
Rising pride in hearts torment
Nemesis be love in new dawn
Find her this errand star
Open new eye to see the fawn
Meet me on celestial paths
Hop, skip and jump to start
Carry to no view
Be it always with you
Brothers purple heart
Hero to hear call
Fear becoming this year
Unto to me in cosmic serenity
Grip so tight my starlight
Falling crystal of fortune
Wellness of mental refractions
Colours of each ribbon we dance within
Twirl like a tilt a whirl
Never lost in women be this girl
Joining stars to find new Mars
Delight in country sight
Of every cosmic tantric reprise
What does Father say exists beyond
When he sings you that old song
Journey to centers unknown
Speak with these mystics without phone
On each passing light
Messages we give to find them in time
They hear as tune
Old melodies we know so true
What happened to your favourite Moon?
Pre-Mortem
No air do I take in seems just
So heavy a sad heart when you depart
Filled to brim with drowning death
Spilling inside me to see no end
House becomes of this empty home
No dream take me far anymore
Broken walls and lies untold
Drowning these broken souls
Nothing bright to shine against
These crawling beasts do wait
Rotating spindles that can’t hold themselves
Reflection of caressing hand in glass perdition
Left to the absurd
Observing behind masks of rage that burns
Cleaned with dishevelled discord
I lie down already with sword
Lash me with seekers favour
Take my skin for no sin i be within
Let me bleed out the pain
No pride will drip from each vein
Dear Diary
Once upon life did love sharply write
Crying champagne over each page
See it stain my wilted bouquet
Water poured over the lost sunflower
Mother dearest, how I missed you
Flooding house of fear without you near
Shadow from mirrors be the smallest figure
Another journal disaster cast away this year
Today be the start of yesterday’s night walk
When no hand covers my new eye
Call to me oh lovely groom
Where be you in my misery room?
No pointed memoir have such meaning
Too many full stops to each comma
Sore be the arms that write such hate
Be myself if I dare dream big today
Re-take on life a mistake of strife
Call cut on every scene with view
My groom to be, where be you?
Lost of time it would seem, how new!!
Cold Hands
If only the lonely had a hand to hold
When shadows crawl through cold
Whisper to me as this dying tree falls
Love me and lift my body to the sea wall
Helping the lost souls of transient zones
Cursing sky with a minding baritone
Take me to peace of resting mind
Outpatients of impatience ever so unkind
Manifest theatrics of dancing mannequins
Refuse treats or sweets of Halloween yet again
Night screaming of no calming love
Final act of madness played the rubber duck in the tub
The never ending story of the snail
Puts us in the coffin without hammer or nail
An encore long after curtain call
An empty graveyard be the cheer for us all
Lies Magnified
How one denies to imply such poor manners
Broken cogs left to regret for one has no spanners
Fixate on this dictation sees so much become lost
An invitation to Christmas one never got
Stolen notes to hide past mistakes
Pride be the foolish disguise of what we forsake
No story of life to be written with such indecision
A growing tale told be ones who lacks precision
Breaking bread at picnic tables in good stead
Words we choose to believe now covet us in dread
The sleight of might this black hand
Be fools gold to past adventures over sand
Build to skies what is destined to fall
Lies be no solid ground to progress; it will stall
Who steals words for my Wolf Queen
That legs be stairways to days I will never see
Anchors dropped on seekers of gold
Fools we all are no fortune to favour the bold
Treason in trenches where we left our strength
Pull the wings off good people who be heaven sent