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27/02/08

Solace

Solace, a never ending solace hidden deep in darkness,
As infinate as a tightly bound mollusc upon the shore,
Prevails over the misery I have so justly deserved.
The lapping waves of solitude wash over my midnight eyes
As high upon a ridge, distant, obscure, a man loves his wife.
Their laughter assaults me like the rain drizzles upon my head
As the tempest hurls down the first few tears of its brutal rage.
The rapture of the brutal assault wakens my very soul,
The cool, stinging rain slaps my numb face and reddens my white tan.
The raging wind tosses me about and mutes my cries for help,
While the icey Irish waves surround my feet and weigh me down.
And piercing through the tempest's rage: the groans of lovers entwined.
The wistful cries of lovers' moans is solitude's Inferno.
And as the pale moon is hidden beneath a black smog: silence.
My face, absolved and cleansed anew, embraces the soft warm air,
The green fresh air floods my lungs as blackness replaces the light.
Not a sound to be heard, but the kissing of the gentle waves.
And the gentle kissings merge into one as I embrace a
Solace, a never ending solace hidden deep in darkness,
As infinate as a tightly bound mollusc upon the shore.

 

If you ever said it was forever,
If you ever told the truth.
If you never kissed another lover,
I will want to see some proof.

If you always go upon old ways,
If you always tell a lie.
If you hardly ever live your days,
I have nought to do, but cry.


Ella mi vuol far precipitare

As the rattler screeched to a halt at the station
And the naked herd stepped onto the ground,
The orange clock said five-past-six.

And as the screech engaged a go,
The lost among us left the 'form
As your velvet, glossy masque fled.

'Chi son io tu non saprai'
Your fleeting soul proclaimed to me
While descending down unto the street.

Your bobbing head among the herd
It shone so bright amongst the dimness
Of the sloping subway chamber.

Then without warning you ran so fast
Your perfect legs could bearly hold
Your tiny corpse from falling down,

And as I touched the holy ground,
After you had stepped inside
A bleak Seaforth Taxi Cab,

I cried beneath the fading moon
I placed your name upon the wind
And beat my worthless chest to death.

"O can't you see it's fear and hate
That emanates from her dark eyes.
If ever you had thought it love,

"If ever you had thought desire,
Then what a stupid twat you are.
I told you ne'er to give a glance,

"I told you ne'er to look at her.
How could she love a pin-rake twat
When all around are real men?"

I apologise my velvet girl,
If ne'er I look at you again,
It's not that I don't want you now,

Nor will it ever be as such,
It's simply that I'm utter filth
See how I shat upon these words.

 

A.L.T.

A trickle of wounded fall to the earth
The bloodless, the blinded cry out to heaven,
'O Lord of the nowhere, give to me hope,
Of teaching the living Eve of this eden,
That love is eternal, blessed and free,
That love it is kind and living in me.'

Though she cannot see through mist and through rain,
She sees in the droplets spewing from Lethe,
That love in my eyes, my heart and my soul
Is raging for her and her own black Psyche.
If love is my mistress, goddess and life
Then love is destructive, futile and strife.

I'd ask if destruction's all that she needs
But she is a sailboat stranded in reeds.

 

 Are you a Tuff-nut?

When you where born, my love;
Did your father-mother, spit
Or breath you to this world?

I only ask, for I know
The wrath of feline-waters,
Too well for any man.

And while the Anus wanders
'Round the city of the sun,
Do you look to the west?

And Atoms inside your soul
When they vibrate with a joy,
Do you look to the west?

Because that is where I lie,
Umbra unda the sandhill,
Everlooking eastward;

For I am the bluest bird,
Looking to the rising land
And sheltered from the sun:

But the sheltered are the ones
With a true view eastward,
The only ones who feel.

So tell me you were exhaled,
So I can leave this dampness,
So I can feel your warmth.

 

As she lay back and glanced upon Bernini’s angel
Her toes touched the rotten wood beneath us
Her hands ceased crumpling the damp sheets
The smooth waves of flesh, like a soft velvet sheet,
Sang a song to me of an iniquitous lust
And her breath entombed my lungs with sweet smells
I drank the salty liquid from her body
And cleansed her with my warm, moist unction
As we parted and sank into the night
I wondered
Where the hell the cardinals where to seal
Our union and bless our beauty

 

For ever and a day 

 

Now the sinking feeling's came at last
To take away these joys inside
And bury me within;

I shall drink nepenthe to lose my past,
To let the pain of hate subside
And hope to miss the gin.

But the blackness deep inside is strong
And pushing down upon my will
The blackness cannot lose

To a man who knows no right but wrong,
Whose only thought has been to kill
His old and faithful muse.

But the iron portal closes shut,
The sinking feeling's falling fast
And down will fall my heart;

It will fall into my wrenching gut
To gorge itself upon my past
And then it will depart

To a world in which I only see
A life I never could have lead:
A smart and charming man

Is the person whom I wish to be,
But I, inside, know that he's dead,
And turn a ghastly wan.

 

Il antico via è non sempre il saggio via
Il vecchio uomo mai è il maturo uomo
Allora, ti dico andare trovare tue cuore
Avevi andato trovare il cuore che hai perduto
Per la diritta via è copre sotto una oscure notte
Ma ora sai il saggio di uomini non puo vedere la via
Anche non puo vedere essa, essa è sempre lì nei tue cuore
La via alla felicita

Se vuoi aiutare migliorare il mio italiano mi parla a me.

 

 Dry 'dem tears

Am I really so foolish
To presume I am coolish,
That I make people droolish in the summer sun?
O yes! 'tis an evil thought that I conjutate,
To presume that of all mankind, I am the one.
'Tis a stupid man who expects they'll legislate
A law stating each heart is mine for my fun.

But each heart looks to mating
And that's where I am waiting
In the hearts of the prating and pretty young ones.
When poor lovers forget the hunger of yearning
And they look on the lonely like haggard old dons,
Forgetting all of the hearts, which they should be earning,
That's when they'll treat their lovers like a cut of bronze.



It never was depression,
You miserable git.
It was the light procession
That begged you to slit;
It was the darkness of pits,
The pale aggressions,
The squalid tower full with shits
Of dole confessions.
It was the death obsession
That caused you to knit
A quilt of black depression.
So can you permit
A world where everything fits
Where true expressions
Extols a joy in true wits
And stops regressions.
So I will ask a question
In hope you'll submit,
Is it a self oppression
That caused you to quit?

 

I don't care that you were beaten,
I don't care that you're alive,
I don't care if you're infertile
I just want your love to drive far away.

I don't care if it's forever,
I don't care if it's today,
I don't care that it's december
I just want your crap away from my life.

I don't care that I am dying,
I don't care that I'm a cunt,
I don't care if I'm forsaken
I just want you out the front of my door.

I don't care if we are worthless,
I don't care if we are bled,
I don't care that we are falling
I just want us to be dead.

 

I never thought that it would be this bleak
The days endlessly tripping on the next
The hours and the minutes being pushed
Infinately towards, what, a blackness?

I remember a solitary oak tree,
In a field surrounded by the traffic.
I'd climb that trunk of hope, which for me held
All that was good and eternal on earth.
At the top I could see other trunks, sparse
As they were, amid a copse of clay tiles.
Their glimmer in the morning sun, almost
Reminded me yellow linseed fields.
Yet their almost-beauty masked their darkness.
For beneath their shelter were bleak beings,
Far, far greyer in their collective hue
Than their dead parents and unborn offspring.
And beyond the horizon, this bleakness,
This infinite bleakness had multiplied
With its billions of infinite grey specks.
And without a tree branch to hold onto
I reeled to the ground with a bleak disgust,
My body sank deep in the muddy field
And my legs smashed onto the concrete path.
In agony I cursed the bleak beings
And doing so I cursed myself, I cursed...
I cursed the almost-greyest one of all.

So here I lie twenty-two, broken legs
And still I curse the bleak waves beneath which
I drown.

 

You see me fall when I mumble ??
And stand far back when I drown in my blood
I'd give you my life if you said ?????
But you dawdle and switch on the sat nav
And whilest you charge like a train of zlato
I collapse and hope that love will take hold
For deep in your soul is a lake ???
Deep in my soul is an image of you
                        Is there anyway to have this page use Unicode chars?

 

For when I stepped back,
into the chasm,
blackness gurgled deep,
resonating past
thoughts, deeds and beings
within my very
soul.

'Not I,' cried the pain
of sweet memory,
'Never, I've never
heard of this mistress
with her sad, sweet song
of a listless love;
her short, silent shriek
with the cock at dawn;
her deep, violent thrusts
on the tempest's lawn.
If I've ever spoke
and mentioned her name,
pall'd over in lies
and ransomless shame
your shameless ears were;
If I've ever smiled
at thought of her face
or I've proudly laughed
at her silent jokes,
then I'll quote the girl
by her flowered bed
that, 'I was the more
deceived.'

And when I stepped back
out of the chasm
lightness swiftly bled,
and slowly it dripped
a deep, dark chasm
upon my very
soul.

 

That ever from this day I hope
That love is far away
For without love I'll surely cope
To live from day to day
To see the apple boughs bend in the breeze
To hear children's laughter when all lakes freeze
And feel the holy mistress on her knees

In the evening I sleep alone
And love is sleeping too
In the branches where people groan
Where the birds have all flew
But the private affair in the tree tops
Is not really a secret to the copse
For whom the sack of youthful vigor pops

 

 

Tu pensi ti amo,
ma io non faccio.
Tu pensi ti credo,
ma io non faccio.
Io so che mi ami,
ma io non faccio.
Io so che mi credi,
ma io non faccio.
Quando tu sogna,
Sono partiro
per sempre.

My first attempt at a poem in Italian, I'm really proud even though it's not that good. :)

 

The eternal nothingness

The darkness flickers violent
Upon the shouldered moon
Cutting deep chasms -
The man will swoon.
He uplifts
A coon
Fly;
A
Small, black,
Swift, creature
Strong yet one wack
Will send it falling
Into that damned crack,
Where darkness reigns eternal.
Where shadowed thought and black hands
Will brush against the light
In one body whole;
& the great fight
Will last out
The night
Stars.
Black
Will reign.
The lightness
The dark has sleign.
For the end's just that,
No matter where you wane,
The black will return to black.

 

In the parting of the woods

I gave her flowers,
In the parting of the woods;
Where soft white whistles blow
Within the scented breeze.

I took her walking,
In the parting of the woods;
Where sunlight rarely shines
Through the thickness of the leaves.

I kissed her gently,
In the parting of the woods;
Where soft green moss can touch,
My soul, wherein it grieves.

I left her sleeping,
In the parting of the woods;
Where other men daren't go,
For fear that they may freeze.

I woke her swiftly,
In the parting of the woods;
Where snug within her hips
Was someone else's knees.

I dug her deeply,
In the parting of the woods;
Where damp leaves and her face
Are hid beneath the trees.

I see her faintly,
In the parting of the woods;
Where the green barrow sleeps
When her face, in my mind, weaves.

 

Mia cara Gemma

The piss-stain yellow of the morning sky
And the black-purple bruise of clouds above,
Give way to the blood-red beauty of love
On the swan-breasted dreams, for which men cry;
The dead-still lakes by my feet are asleep
And the fat-grey fish, dare not to submerge
To depths of a darkness deep, which will purge
All my deep-dark thoughts of you when I weep.
See how, the morning-sun it breaks for day
And the pearl-star wakes for the night
Feel how each can bless you with its display
And know, to me, that there's more in your sight.
I wish I could see that bright morn again,
But it's fruitless to search for bleak disdain.

 

Monkey Hymen

They say there's nothing for her,
But Butterscotch and Flora
And though her mind is tripping
Like a five year old girl,
Her husband still is dipping,
It makes me want to hurl.
Is he not a paedophile,
Abusing the cherub's trust?
Should he not just shout, "Sieg Heil"?
Let the neighbours do what must?

Can she consent, while thinking no?
And if she does,
Can she tell Fucker, where to go?
She's laying back and feeling bliss,
Or, so the fucker thinks.
'Cause up she looks, she blinks;
A sign her mind has gone amiss.

But still the fucker bangs away
And Butterscotch can't speak.
I think he raped her twice today.
That's brought him to a peak,
Upon a silent mountain top
Where all the fuckers sleep,
With unrefusing kids to pop,
Too comatose to peep.

His defence, you see, boys and girls,
A premise sweet in charm:
The girl he loves once loved him too,
So where does he cause harm?
By bringing back the days goneby
Of love that they once had,
And giving her a mortal sigh,
So, how can he be bad?

But this I say to him, to you,
That girl whom he gropes inside,
Is like a battered worn out shoe -
A lot easier to guide.
A lot like an inward tide,
As it gushes close to you,
Thoughts and fears it cannot hide,
For it's helpless through and through.
Ebbing forward untill it runs aground.
And just like the forward flowing tide,
Poor butterscotch is dying on the ground;
Unable to resist Fuckers chide,
Because Fucker fucks her while she is bound.

 

 

I'm hoping, against the hope of all hopes, that I may never hope again,
And if I see, in hope's despair, a wagon full of pain;
Then will I never hope for hope in the void of hope again.

 

Librative disdain

As mountains fall and the moon shakes its head,
As the sea rages forth with blackened waves;
Look to our past and its chasm of graves,
For that's where I lay; asleep with the dead.

Where your tarmack hair and your toxic eyes
Once more will ensnare my pitiful bones,
And when your carcass berates me with groans
I'll surrender my corpse, for then I'll rise.

And Five whole minutes is more than you'll need
To crumble down my manly, bloodied hymen;
To give to me immortal hands of woman,
Then to leave upon another meek steed.

And that's why I chastise you with the moon,
That is why my head shakes beneath a pall;
It's not for the lack of love that I fall,
But the bleakness of our world's afternoon.

 

"Have you ever...?" said she, the whore-toungued bitch. "I couldn't tell," said she; "I couldn't care," she thought. She'd ramble on with petty thoughts; solidify my gravedigger's glee. And all the while, the incongruous bitch whetted death's trowel.

"You look like James Dean," she grinned. James Dean? James Fucking Dean? Cultural Icon? Film tart? A life without a cause! Of course she was wrong, this slant-jawed, hack-eyed, scrawny piece of filth burdened under Medusa's additions, without her original mortal beauty, could never hold a pose of beauty except under Perseus's grip.

Here is where it ends, where it began, in a womb, a small, black, fleshy tomb force-feeding me its hateful waste. I cannot slip away though, I know I can't, which makes me want to take that final plunge down the wet dreaded vagina evermoreso. To slide out of this uterus, what to do? To burst open the cervix and fall, or to seek an ectopic escape? An ectopic organ such as myself should take an ectopic escape, so I'll smash through the cervix, howl with the pains of my host and fall from blackness to lightness to nothingness - such is the bliss I deny myself.

 

Speculum et statua

I glance towards my painful looking glass;
Telling myself, as my scornful eyes pass,
"Radix malorum est cupiditas."

And then both of us
Freeze when I scream thus,
"Et ipse solus."

Then he speaks, quite bold, three
Etruscan words to me,
"Vive memor leti."

As I turn, my conscience whet,
He tells me lest I forget,
"Sic amet ipse licet."

And when I hear and when I see;
He calls out loud and calls to me,
"Sit tibi copia nostri!"

He knows my mortal flaws;
So I pray,
With my venomous claws,
"Requiescat in mors."

 

The final moment

The barren watches tick away
and the milk-maid sky
crumbles.

On the kneeling bridge by a brook
a cobble stone pearl
glimmers.

All laughter and joy has vanished
but sorrowed silence
remains.

My Durcet bed of youthful joys
lies still, unperturbed
and dead.

And in my reddened ear I hear
a familiar voice
crying.

The words that others have muttered
by the metal crag
bellow.

And heeding their words I follow
and take the dull blade
sinking.

Hands reappear upon my watch
still the milk-maid sky
crumbles.

The black silence reverberates
and all the 'I ams'
fade.

 

On the tremulous bowers of my garden
In the evening of winter's first bite
The beautiful twigs in love's nest now harden
As the leaves are concealed from the light.
On the ground where love and I kissed
Beneath the branches where lovers give pardon
The grass once green is grey and contrite
For the winter has brought in love's warden.

Beneath the veil of an overcast sky
In the blackness of night it is written:
'Love and her lovers have only goodbye;
And it's themselves with whom they are smitten.'
Winter has scarred me; made me fearful;
Weary of the month that we call July
And in the shadows my soul's twice bitten
For I have no more tears left to cry.

And now, the evening has gave me its sorrow
For the evening is restless and free;
In the darkness my soul waits for the morrow
Which evening holds off; eternally.
I stare in the twinkleless roof,
Towards the heavens I reach out to borrow
Blackness that I will spread over me
So the evening, with me, will be hollow.

 

On why I have never writ a good poem or a great poem

 

An ugly sonnet for an ugly pain

The overcast sky with a tone colourless
Has hung over me since the day I came:
The sky, the trees and the women cause shame
And cause my feeble self to acquiesce
To the cave with laughter of scorn abound.
The faithless cloister with its cold, wet rocks
Snuff the emberless flame and only mocks
The pageless boy; whose still shadows surround
The darkness. A swirling gyre of hate
Consumes the hematite conclave of black
Pulling all into its destructive sack
And falling, still I cry out for a mate.
I love her still while I am breathing breath
For shame, I love her 'cause I see my death

 

She’s gone

To cry as lovers ought to cry
Beneath the haze of winter's moon
That stares me down from upon high
And tells me in its dismal tune

"She'll be leaving you very soon
To cry as lovers ought to cry
Forsaken in her own monsoon
Without a kiss or last goodbye"

And then she left, into the sky
Way, way past that silv’ry moon
To cry as lovers ought to cry
In the bleak, black eternal noon

And here beneath the downcast moon
Her spirit gives its final sigh
And leaves her shell as it’s lain strewn
To cry as lovers ought to cry

 

In the glen that I live is a maiden most fair
And she laughs in the day and the night without care
When I asked her her name she did hasten with glee
And she ran from my sight but she waved lovingly

Then she stopped and I saw deep in her eyes
A linger for me and my loving blue eyes
Then she ran to my arms and we kissed through the night
'Till the sun it did rise and cast down loving light

And we walked down the shore to the loving green trees
Where we lay with the birds and the grass and the leaves
While the world past us by and forgot we were there
I reached out and I kissed her and her dark black hair

And we slept there forever with pride
A proud young man and his loving bride

 

The darkness of the winter days
Upon my soul does direly hound    
Devouring my light guided ways

The Robin high and in a daze
Comes hurtling down into the ground
The darkness of the winter days

The evening fires all in ablaze
Take hold and sieze the earth to pound
Devouring my light guided ways

The lily rare and out of phase
On snowy hills cannot be found 
The darkness of the winter days

The sun softly crashes its rays
Upon black clouds and tightly bound
Devouring my light guided ways

And I am in a blinding haze
And lost to all but dreadful sound 
The darkness of the winter days
Devouring my light guided ways


Do you truthfully want to know
What my gushing heart does feel
Do I truthfully have to show

Your jet black hair does softly glow
And on my eyes does gently heal
Do you truthfully want to know

Your sweet purfume sways to and fro
Tempting my nose to squeam and squeal
Do I truthfully have to show

Your velvet skin as white as snow
Ignites in me a burning zeal
Do you truthfully want to know

Your bright green eyes do softly throw
The brightest stars of softest steel
Do I truthfully have to show

How your beautific smile does flow
The sweetest words that make me keel
Do you truthfully want to know
Do I truthfully have to show

 

The day my heart set eyes on you
My world collapsed upon your head.
A sky lark sang a song all through,
My winter months and how I knew
The day my heart set eyes on you.
A white light shone so bright a hue
That my heart gave way and love spread.
The day my heart set eyes on you
My world collapsed upon your head.


Rid me of this life
At a time not too far away
Rid me of this life
Just pass the cold knife
I'm lost in life and gone astray
And all alone to my dismay
Rid me of this life

I cannot, I cannot

I am the sick man.
And I’m contracting a disease.
Better off you say; forced to consume –
Good food; nutritious and wholesome!
Can’t you see I’m consuming myself?
Too busy to eat, your shit.

You tell me, “It will all be okay.
Another dose,
It will all go away.”
Fucking cunts.
Rape your kids, at home
Rape my mind, here.

The commune-room screams,
Revolution!
Red blood spewing forth,
Cleansing the roses you hold so dear.
Just like your daughter’s cunt, last night
Just like my mind, always.

Drown! In the effect of your cause.
Clozapine or ECT?
Elusive and hidden,
I found the cure in your tears.
To be healed of this sickness is bliss.
I am Caesar.


A sick sick flower falling unto death

I saw the death of a lonesome flower today and no ear, other than my own, was around to witness its transcendent obituary to the undergrowths of the marshes. As it bled, it told me of a life of solitude forced upon it by nature:

“Through the cold hand of chance and the deftness of the wind and moon
I happened upon this corner of my earth though dark and gloomy it is; I love it.
The meretricious wind has gave me no lovers; I have a nonchalant breeze to –
Remind me that others exist out there shrouded by the deceitful hollow winds.
It is that howl, that horror which made me choose this dull colourless apparition.
A rancid trickle of light through the branches up there sustains my greedy green leaves
I’d have released them if not for death, which suffocates me at every corner.
I wandered once to look for love, physical love. They scorned me, shunned my grey petals
I chose to be wanted and with the crowd's apparent will, I coloured myself red
I was subjected to their hateful howls, mirroring the wind and there they found love.
On return to my beloved corner, I tried to silence the wind; still it howled.
So I sat, looked south and realised that isolation is inescapable.
If I found love and fertilized the earth, I'd share that existence with no other –
Being than my own. Alone and despairing, I would rot whilst those around me rise
Blissfully unaware of their isolation from others; putting faith in lies.
So here my essence dies alone and woefully free, a curse you too suffer from
And now as my final exaltations seek your approval
I wither, knowing you don’t comprehend
Not fully and that you will live life blind
To suffering, not seeing what is there
Freedom coupled with
Death.”


Omniscience

The tree as it seems to me,
Is neither strong nor bold.
It is a green cowardly merchant

Peddling its ill begotten wares
Through vagabonds and children
As they flee the dismal rain.

While the fleeting grass,
Desperate for light and truth,
Nourishes on the merchant’s callous roots.

The myrtle leaves feign their innocence
As they ebb in a sea of air,
But they know the truth.

And the scarlet rose,
Holding favour with the guzzling merchant,
Shelters beneath his shade.

While the fleeting grass,
Balding the field as the lord merchant grows,
Becomes nothing but mere hay

Feeding the horse;
Who like the rose takes comfort in his shade
And whores its derivative gains.

And the rider caught unawares,
Is misled, as he seeks sanctity
Beneath the cool shade.

While the fleeting grass,
Trampled and consumed is
Forgotten like the child’s unoffending dream.

And all fall within the merchant’s domain
And all beg for shade
And the merchant chews them up

And grows once again.
And greed befell the merchant
And uplifting his roots and taking flight.

He soared into the night
And gorged upon the cosmic latte
Becoming god; Forgotten.


Above the tides of the bay

As the hustle and the bustle, finally fade away
And the green shimmer has shone, above the tides of the bay
I remember you, my dear, dear friend
With your night-sky head and
Shimmering green eyes that light would bend
Your twinkling eyes have ceased to be, except when I pray
Then surely they will return, above the tides of the bay

You was just like any other dream; a simple cliché
Too heavenly upon first sight, too white, to my dismay
Too strong for fleeting greys to contend
Imagined perfection
That no heathen dare ever offend
Sealed with returning sight, oh how my aching heart did spray
A discharge that lay new ground, above the tides of the bay

A silent bridge took hold; you could wander but never stray
With a distance so vast we could never dream to convey
The black desires within our young hearts
Bleeding like grains of sand
Expanding our bridge further apart
In silence we’d both stay, and my heart was wasting away
As the iron-structure grew, above the tides of the bay

We drifted to our forsaken lands and forced to survey
A metal shrouded landscape torn by our jaded sway
As our two worlds began to depart
Cast in self-reflection
To you I did impart
Through dreadful abreaction that, “I regret my delay”
And worse was said, but not enough to heal this, our decay

As the hustle and the bustle, finally fade away
And the green shimmer has shone, above the tides of the bay
I remember you, my dear, dear friend
With your night-sky head and
Shimmering green eyes that light would bend
Your twinkling eyes have ceased to be, except when I pray
Then surely they will return, above the tides of the bay


I was dreaming of you

As the cock was cocking
And the doo was dooing
I was dreaming of you

As the sun was sunning
And the shine was shining
I was dreaming of you

As the moon was mooning
And the light was lighting
I was dreaming of you

As the morrow approached
And I yawned and awoke
I was dreaming of you


Whirring and blues music

I’m mighty lonesome, the blues man said
As he cast my shadow into the night
Ebbing amidst nothing and no one.
I search for his black lonesome hand again
Lost beneath the glumly lit night-sky.
Whirring and blues music, I guess I’m breakin’ down

Waves wash-out the stars, it’s black on black
As I repeat his lonesome words, hoping
For their embrace of reassurance.
That never comes, as in darkness I sink
Deeper and deeper into the black.
Whirring and blues music, I guess I’m breakin’ down

A ghostly echo sounded his death
As he and the devil walked side-by-side
His words rebound, but they’re no saviour.
The blackness drowns this mighty lonesome man
His shadow blends with all the others.
Whirring and blues music, I guess I’m breakin’ down


Pillars of creation

The pillars of hope have blown away
With their fading death
My dreams and aspirations have died
I saw them when young
Was assured that as long as they stood
All would be okay
That’s where we were created, in the clouds
Those heavenly clouds
Bold and strong the Eagle you truly are
Fluffy clouds of Iron
Dark shadows with bright hues of green and red
Your hazy blue crown
Has evaporated in deadly winds
All three of you dead
Gone at the whim of stars, my childhood dreams
You protected me
Comforted me when those I love would die
You were my saviour
You’re still a sight to behold as you die
Courage in your death
You linger on for years to come, for me!
It will be some time
‘Till you breathe your last; a millennia
I will be dead then
But so are you, out there so far away
I miss you my friend
When I heard I cried, because hope has gone
I love you M16


The girl with the Auschwitz look

I see you everyday, same dead beat look
And those fishnet tights to hide your bruises
When you look a thousand magpies emerge
Tearing your battered face to hide your shame
I sometimes wonder how you came to be
With your Auschwitz look and ghetto clothing
I would say that you’re not from around here
East European perhaps, whored by greed
From a distance you take my breath away
With your petite curvy frame and black curls
As I get close the truth’s easy to see
With your acupunctured arm and red eyes
A prisoner of your own short comings
A Jewish slave to a modern Hitler
You come and go daily but you’re still there
Where the cold wind bites all the pain away
Where the man with the golden purse won’t stay
You’re free now pretty lady, run, run, run
Instead you look lonely your face is glum
A domesticated woman today
Repressed by the black swastika, you cry
Plead for help, sent a thousand magpies out
Not one of them returned with Prince Charming
So you continue the routine again
Hoping and praying that this one brings death
With a “Yes’um sir” glance toward the floor
You leap in to the fifth car this evening
When you return you look the same, except
Except you’ve been coloured a violent blue
Your legs looked disjointed, oh poor, poor you!
I bet it began as a dream for you
An independent woman with sex too
To feed the habit you’ve come to enjoy
To keep away that nasty fucking boy
Who loves you too and rapes you and beats you
How lucky I am that I am not you
The part that hurts the most and tears me down
Is that my sister does what you do too
She plays it out in another scum town


Mummy

I’m cut mummy
I’m bleeding
A gash!
It’s fucking hanging off mummy
The Rabbits they fled
In sight of the babbling preachers
Who cut my finger off mummy
And severed my dreams
In their blood stained guilt
They too fled mummy
Now I toil in darkness
All alone and forsaken
Can I join you mummy?
In a sort of empty peace
Where my loveless bones can rest
Next to yours mummy
There’s a knife in my stomach
It’s slashing away berserk inside
It must be cancer mummy
Take me with you please
I’ll believe in God honest
Hell has darkened my soul mummy
My blistered skin now carpets bloody floors
And the babbling preachers have returned
Mummy mummy please take me home mummy


F. Engels

Amongst your
Disastrous
Oppression
I’m disfigured
By your lack
Of compassion
Exploiting my good nature


K. Mark and F. Engels

Bludgeoned axe
Smashes my skull
Wounds pouring
Fertilizing
Your vast wealth
Calling ours, yours
A state organised murder


K. Marx

I am right
Opposing you
I am just
Battling you
I am hurt
Sharpened steel – yours
I am dying a free man


Unsure what to call this, Eternally Receding seemed too cheesy

Black smog-like clouds are hanging above my head
And amidst a thick mist of despair, it rains
I’m told to keep my chin up and keep going
So I do
Clouds still hang, the mist still clings, and still it rains
I keep marching through like a mindless soldier
The ground is battered and worn like no-mans-land
A frozen hell
In the distance almost as black as the clouds
A figure approaches screaming silently
As we are about to clash he vanishes
Robbing me of hope
There is a frightful wind and dust storm in tow
Howling and screaming a terrifying pitch
That Life’s meaningless and death will set you free
I have lost the will to live
Falling to my knees and praying to deaf ears
I strip naked and unsheathe a shining knife
Uncontrollable twitches of hate let loose
Driving the loving blade deeper within
My chin is up and my journey’s at an end
Death’s cured me of this unwanted wasted life
A peaceful black nothingness is encroaching
I’ve left you now I’m eternally receding


I want you

I want you
I want to feel the trickle of your love
Caress this harsh stone like flesh of mine
Washing away all my past transgressions
I want to see you gush in ecstasy
On my rustic chair; paint my room with love
Proclaiming to all your sweet innocence
I want to taste your dark red lips on mine
Whilst they seep words that only the dead know
Saying “Mors agnae lupis est vita”
I want to smell your crisp bubbly flesh
Odoriferously clinging to me
Forcing all to run away, but not me
I want to hear you gurgle your sweet love
Spraying me with your lovely words, my love
Like “Deficit omne quod nasciture”
I want you to stay for eternity
With me in deathly silence forever
I want you because I love you to death


Streetlamps

There are lights in my window-sill
Peacefully bleeding orange, ‘till
The lightning strikes and all is white
A sudden moment of meaning
Dissipated in orange blood
The howling words of unloved dogs
Telling of man’s decaying love
Dissipated in orange blood
The sound of late night dancing whores
Screaming about consented rape
Dissipated in orange blood
In my room time has lost meaning
I am six hours closer to death
The seeds I’ve sown have not taken
And the urban light's fading fast
My life took a toll for the worse
Too much listening made me deaf
The orange light has now perished


The holocaust wouldn’t stop, not for the Jew

A lyrical poet searching for a clue
A wordy heathen, dead sure he’s a Jew
A German Jew, if truth be known

Too credulous to be like you
Too innate, he walks like the few
Too god fearing, good little Jew

He cowers lowly as the dew
He smells death, but if it were true
He would escape people like you

The life he’s known inside the zoo
The dream of a Semitic coup
The love he had is changing hue

One last hope to protect the few
One last dream that you start anew
One last chance he screams out adieu


Stress Relief

If I see an animal wild
Tell me why I act like a child
A powerful urge overtakes
Causing their little legs to break
What have they ever done to me?
The child does not care, they can’t see
See the deathly consequences
It is just a game today, hence
I’ll come over and break your legs
Destroy you home and then your eggs
And as you die I’ll stand over
Watch as I feed you to Rover
I will beat your twitching remains
Like father when he taught me pain
And as you cry to Birdie God
I’ll garrotte you with my i-pod
I’ve learnt that pain is eternal
You can’t leave this life infernal
And when I die I’ll burn some more
According to Christian lore
But that’s a lie I know it now
You want to know? I’ll tell you how
I’m a God you see, six years old
Not bad, eh, for a soul this cold


Schizophrenic Delusions at 8:38AM

The darkness of the winter days
Reflects all that is in my soul
The harsh and bitter wind blowing
Throwing the puppets in the world
Comes raging down upon my head
Blessed by the spirits they will say
But the spirits are malicious
They have a taste for human blood
The rain drenched streets are now trodden
The stain of other souls around
(The wind is really painful now)
They tell me I must clean the streets
Look for kindness and there defeat
Rip apart like lambs to slaughter
Ageless women and their daughters
Souls are malignant like cancer
They should be burnt through the spirit
The spirits are kind to killers
We are the prophets not sinners
This timeless world will come to pass
And the spirits will reign at last
And when your cadaver is burnt
The winter days will cease to be
The sun will shine for all to see
The spirits stopped mans hateful path
The prophets will sing and will laugh
The day is sooner than you think
Because the spirits won’t give me time to think

Just because you can't

I’m walking on the running field
I’m drowning in the swimming pool
I’m able in disabled bogs
Just because you can’t
Just because I can

I’m eating hot Gazpacho soup
I’m fucking girls with syphilis
I’m bending your straight friend with love
Just because you can’t
Just because I can

I’m helping newborns rot away
I’m healing the old and infirm
I’m shooting the dead where they stand
Just because you can’t
Just because I can


Tahrif

A rabid foam rises from the ocean
Threatening to engulf all that we are
Its loathsome odour, rancid through our streets
Captures our loved ones sweeps them off their feet
We should leave and get our wheels in motion

It’s not the first time the ocean has rose
It’s begotten us at least once before
Last time it hit us, it painted streets red
They were safe and warm, we were left for dead
The survivors were all left comatose

This time it’s different, or so we’re told
They have our interests at heart, so they will –
Partition the seas, rustic mounds of law
They’ll save their lives and we’ll be washed ashore
To insure that you die, do what you’re told


The meddling kibitzer of Suffolk

I watch you, my mark
I hide in the dark
Not seen in the dark.

You undress, in view
A subtle hint you –
Want me inside you.

I move anxiously
Have you lived chastely?
I’ll show you chastely.

I can taste your fear
As I draw ever near
I’ll kiss when I’m near.

I’ll remove your pants
Declined a sweet glance
I just want a glance.

Our moment has dawned
Your nakedness fawned
The act that has fawned.
Your untimely death.


Curiosity

You are looking for somebody to love
But he just wants your sensualist frame
You Wane
Who’s to blame? Tell me!
You will search their soul, and they too your pants
Can you see the lake? Its frozen state draws
Closer
Radiating truth!
You’ll solidify, no more morphing now
Can you see yourself? Your frozen state wails
Dirty
Fucking, Lying Slut!
Curiosity…


Fields of green
Flowers of blue
White and alone
I see you

Like a deathly black rodent
That grey mist covered my eyes
Red tears they are now falling
I will die

I can see the truth
But I want the lie
Tell me you love me
Burn each eye


Flicker, flicker, flickering
at sixty hertz
or more!
I can see them all, smitten by a call
Girl can’t you see it’s me you want, just me
Then tell me, why they have smelt your fauna,
I saw; I screamed for fuck’s sake, please just raise
The defiled pretty pink petals for me.
I’ll brush off, JUST a sniff of Carrion.
Give my selfish self abundant access,
In my green hands you will bloom, beauteous
Buds of intense red giving and taking


I’m thinking, only thinking.
I thought:
How good you would look
clad in arms of mine.
It’s a shame you chose
his manly arms, twat.


You are the one who chose this life, this art
You are the one who melts time, who deserts
You are the one who persists, who is chrome
And I repelled you

I am the one who chose this life, this art
I am the one who sits alone, who cries
I am the one who shuts doors, who is blue
And you forlorn’d me

We are the ones who chose this life, this art
We are the ones who lie here, miles afar
We are the ones who mourn, in gowns aged red
And I lay silent


Gravitational

There is no star shining in my night sky
And still I recall your fusion of love
Pity shy men whose hearts soar like comets
While our love shifts, removed, distant, obscure
Your eyes dilate, showing our distant past
Your petite frame drags in my mind daily
As I drift toward the blue, come closer
And kiss me, tell me,
All’s fine my lover.


White stars and black sky
That is how it is
From here at least


Could I reach for you from this rustic cage?
That has entrapped my arms, my legs, my lips.
They all dangle motionless, hoping for,
At best a death upon yours. Soothe them with
Your words, with your presence, with your smile; And
Destroy this ancient cage I was born in
And catch me.
When we meet, kiss me and then say no more.
For I will be alive, right then at the
Dusk of life, I will live. When we depart,
Leave this homely dungeon, look back not at
What I was but what I will become, with
You as my eternal angel full of
Light and truth.


Deforestation
Revealing the truth of the forest
Bleeding stumps rotting all around me
Dead shrubbery carpets the scarred earth
Animal corpses will scream of murder
Amidst the blatant disarray I
I abide alone


Thou art holier than thy -- slutty -- deeds

Theresa knows you
She has shared your shame
Rapture spots you and
With a burning arrow you’re penetrated
Instantly subdued
Surrendered to bliss
Reach'd for Hades whilst
I have been left languishing and forsaken

About me
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Age: 23
I live in Liverpool - United Kingdom 
Last online: 04/09/2008

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