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Entwined and entrancing
Snake-skinned siren soliciting
And glistening amidst the grime
Sister of Sin and Revealing
Beckoning the bold
Bedevilling the blind
And the bound,
And the burnt-out and blistering
In your houses of Horror and Reckoning
The end amongst angels
And deafening choirs of harridan howls
And banshee shrieks announcing the Fall
Four walls collapsing.
Written in reds
Caged through the Age
Braided and Bangled in gold without price
Gifts of the alchemist’s workings
Their fires sparked in the heat of your breath
And fanned in your wickedest whirling
Reclined amongst Ruins
Before the Abyss you are Ravishing
With seven veils
For seven heavens
And seven seals for the fallen
The wrecks of a broken-down kingdom
I offer my words and my wits and my worth
For a glimpse of your glistening queendom
And a sip from the cup of your sanctum.
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I spoke softly
I opened my eyes
I still dreamt of magic
I thought up a plan of awe
I fired up my innards with fuel
I couldn’t believe my predicament
I looked up at the sky and saw black
I was walking down the hill, when it started
I failed to realise what the consequences were
I saw the blushing of nature, but forceful in it’s stride
I relented of the times once begotten with marginal delight
I sung a song of cheerful bliss, as I strayed from what was pure
I carried along unscathed by the blinding lights that pierced my soul
I found a million water droplets falling perpetually from the skies above
I disputed the creation of all that was perfect, and reigned in my ignorance
I ran shattered by the constant grinding of my bones against all that was abrasive
I outperformed the beasts from the forest that didn’t understand what is was to be human.
So Now I Give Myself
Once I cultivated my intellect,
But all my knowledge was that of a moth,
Who both desires and fears the lick of flame;
I lived like a stranger in my own house.
So now I give myself to everything,
I do not wait for death to set me free,
There is no space between my breath and sky
And when I gaze it is with the moon’s eye.
My life is over so it may begin,
My heart is glowing like this iron stove,
That turns my thoughts into a stream of smoke,
Ascending like a lover’s silent sigh.
She moves in cycles,
Right back round to the point where I came.
This place you started,
This person I’m always,
Thoughts blinked away bubble beyond the frame.
I look at you,
You look at she,
In this lazy sphere of energy,
We’re caught, bound tight,
Can’t move limbs free,
Under weight of twinned confusion,
Is there room you and me?
I’m frightened that we might splinter and break,
When reality tinges the dream that we make,
Annihilation comes from the inside without,
You won’t even have felt her cut the love out.
Slips in seamless,
Waiting safe someplace inside.
Its been swelling slowly larger,
Since the gloss was lost from life.
So she slides back inside easy apathy.
Leans on you,
Be my crutch?
We’ll be happy!
(For a while) ‘Til the smiles start to sour,
And the monotone drone starts to lengthen each hour.
“It’s not you, you do know, you do know that it’s me?”
What more could I say,
What worse truth could there be?
So you’ll fade,
And I’ll change,
For a few weeks at least.
One lost little girl on her flying trapeze…..
Then we’ll fall for them all,
Strange landscapes of experience.
That deep itch behind the eyes,
Throbbing instincts pulls and whispers.
“Do you think you could complete me?
Take me in and make me whole?
If I laid my heads between your palms,
Can you guess what I already know?”
Didn’t think so.
(I suppose we’re too much of a handful.)
So spin in cycles,
An endless state of being and not.
In us my worlds been doubled,
Yet parts of me were forgot.
Let me wrap myself around your warmth,
Don’t think, open up, let us in.
Let us love you, bathe you and bruise you,
Just don’t let it get under your skin.
You can feel me, heal me and kiss me,
An amenable agreement I’m sure for both sides.
But just so you know,
This is how it will go,
Happy Ever After won’t come if you try.
– 2006 –
I am dented
Rusted boned and pleasant
My mind is still sleek and sharpened steel
My lips flow smooth and silken shapes
the body work is in need of some attention.
The engine is fuelled on dietary mistakes
The tyres are balding and the spare disappeared with the jack
I can still ride out the open road.
Ah, the beautiful places I’ve seen.
I still have a half tank of gas
To take me places I’ve never been.
If I could drive it all over again.
Would my roads be different?
I’ll never know.
When I’m taken to the junk yard,
I have only just one hope,
that I ran this dirty old engine,
at least twice around the clock.
Eyes close: open. Electric signal
digits flick and flash, cycle
sequence spinning, spilling too soon
to wakefulness, cold morning, bright
sun, blink, almost awake
to catch the cues, the clues,
the codes to hold each second,
each minute, stop the domino
tipping, tripping time in lines
creasing skin, thinning to blue
blushed bloom, opal eyes
wide in spray from endless seas
of memory, surging, filling veins,
plumping vines bearing fruit,
ripe and heavy from rippling months
numbered in sundial shadows, sweeping
shapes glimpsed through fleeting fingers
drumming a deep pulse, drawing
years in circles. Time slips: