Magnus II - Her Golden Hair
Vagrant mind of losing thoughts
We stare through the swinging pendulum
Crimea chords played in repeating synthesis
This doomsday clock if all be stopped
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 looks upon this pirate crew
Glaring eyes to glasses Magoo
Find me to remind me
Your Fanta Santa Kris Kringle
Gift to give cheer in your ear
Be it 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
Put them on Fathers well read fireplace mantle
Be they lessons learned to be unearned in family urns
Leave them for my new friends
These 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 feet of midnight feats
Scratching turns to rapping at maiden chambers
Every night be it no quothing raven
Curiously strange this being I have yet labelled human believing
Just Sunday morning with no savings or life cravings
Lost boys banter about selling cave dwellings
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
Foul liquid to flush dessert in time to pass 101 toxicology
My aching agony in a clouded backdrop
One that may never stop
How I give all my luck
Winding back this clock to half past drunk
Each new year brings new fears
Lonely nights to warm sprite
Looking for my idols to complain about finals
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
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
Ex’s Christmas holiday Vah-Kay lampoon
Shooting Carols by street lights with harpoons
Confucius be confused with 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
Hearing that fateful happy birthday
Presented poetically your present that forgot to get mentioned
Rhetorical rhetoric of Carpathian Casper
Tropic of Capricorn or Tropical Cancer?
That blasted grandfather of clocks
Still do I hear you tik before it toks
No star dust from ceiling stars even with that roaring tiger snore
She looks with despair at the empty pillow
The I love you it once whispered
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
Bursting heart does paint our ceiling stars
That locked love shooting out Chevy Nova tyres
Practicing Severus dark arts
Her diamond smile that turns roaring Aurora Borealis
Light of her eyes held in lightning skies of Northern Lights
Fires of her heart 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
What a sight she be
First in line to show her fight
We take a knee upon her light above
To fight and die for that which we love
Her very own rarely smiling army of Viking
Queen of every lost boys dream
The lighted star upon our seas
