To Murder Crows
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
On paralysed mornings I see her there
Blurry eyes to confront what will defecate
My walls mould faces it becomes so clear
Carving thoughts follow my steps throughout
Catharsis brought forth by blades
Stop the bleeding right before I die
Wrap me up I’ll go on with my life
Until I feel this way again
Lime bleeds parole if I am to feed cells
To the warm and lustful
Horse-grounds forgive me as diamonds
Pension their shine I am trying
Rose plaid takes my heart back
Miltonia arches rise in adorning home
Silent parades the sulphur of my return
Ploys
My tasteless oats youth resign untold ghosts
Teeth seldom lay in thought they just ache
I am in love
Encrypted residue on the wake of the land
Lips and numb vision eclipses the pine
Weakened roses gnaw at my fingers
Enlightened skills loom over my face
Rusty knights ripen my curses fold
Tis but a dark fiend that feels my soul
Red parallel and flight benign loping
In the toned sea alight
Lust continues to ripple through
I will live till the crush of the moment
As chronology fades in escapades
Rest underneath a bridge stoned in
Photographs from my youth
I entered this world splintered with life
I run to the sea but I’m terrified
Islands mock my wonder in their single soaking ripe
I ease my hand with grass-stains and release
Callous awakening of the sea
Reels my light-soul back to deep salt
Healing wounds burn as statues grey
From decades of rain mocking me from the shore
The sand turns to glass below my feet
Swollen shivers play notes whales think of as dead
Marbled courts judge me through centuries
Infamy beards my face
As the mudded sequins once thought of as beautiful speak out
We are the universal pestilence and mayhem co-exist
Through the yonder in blackberry-dull cemeteries
Donations skip the laurel in what's deemed the wet rhetorical
Plagiarised and uniformed theme to be
White casket for my funeral
Light copper words refrain and speak of my intoxication
We are but snails remembrance on the lawn of insane callous signals
Given by birds who delve into mud for life
Holster the garden and her sackcloth winter in panic and Mennonite
Sprawl rugged land many moons snowfields hide the underdog in watercraft
The smoke-chaser sketches toxaemia clamber within these salted wounds
See lightning burn and peel my soul
My beauty rises outwardly but inside I’m black as coal
Asphyxiate our changes parasites still indulge in politics
Even the moon hides one side
So will my solitude rise above the bed and cry
Will empty demons climb rivers to my mind's eye
Can the mares at night start to touch the day
Pillows must construct my dreams in advance
Chronology fades in escapades
Rotten windows hide all the stains of my urges to rape all and sundry
Roads apologize for staying stagnant
But the asphalt confronts face to face
The after-life is all I idolise
When will I see a change my life it seems so slow
I'm sick of feeling weak I'm burning up as I speak
Dead before I shake lament for the universities in their wake
The child dead in his mother's womb
The light he now sees around
Lament for the saga that's become my portrait
The swallow as his brothers are killed
The hanged teenager who lost the inner fight
Torrents of affliction copper bands descend upon my churlish wake
Painful rain jack-knifes the light outside my window
Fire eviscerates the dark my muse sobs bloody requiem
Unleashing the mocking bird
How I collapse with treachery in every single word
Decadent Madeira in limestone emery
Curses the boys who wet in the nunnery
Guinevere is tensionless and in lust
They sanitize sex as they live in the city
Extrorse my souls and clean within
Internal plague throughout my sin
Jerids pierce our sanctum combined
Jeel houses my shivers and spine
Neolithic Cardinals in poison thread
Feeling the clamminess of the female dread
Sequined intruders look stunning but hide
Be free be free let yourself be
Illuminated as you walk illuminated as your talk
Imagine a world like that
Poetry emotion clears her throat from smoke
Swollen intrigue of which we are yet to meet
Morphine takes the kids to school
Numbing pain from mindless classes
Fu*ked from giving in to shame
Raping schoolgirls in the rain
The atrophy of morals grow
Dying angels black degraded
Hang on to our souls in the process of atrophy
The good never die young
Incubus legions salivate deceit
Chrome doors open at our feet
Pluck hot diamonds from my brain
Lying comes natural through Marlboro smoke
Orphaned daydream’s capsulate
Peripheral misery leaves to die
Degree inept how can we relate
Pestilence broken phones fermented clones
Just in time crashing planes split my reach in half
I was sending my past to be counted and marked
Lullabies wreck havoc on our schools
Save me from the up and coming
I can notice genius in any fool but it’s clouded by their dumbing
Morphine runs through the drip
Eases my tension the chance is high
That the light is on its way
But there’s another hour before I die
Jade cavaliers precipitate my fears
Dark tresses cascade down his spine
Undulated in the gentle summer calls
Panic seeps from my body as I tender
My wounds that fall like waterfalls
I admire soft function but I hate her grip
She takes me to a land of pure slumber falls
Under hypnosis I recall
Yesterday’s negative turns to watch his reprise
Her smile drips inside this cliché’s eyes
From within the apathy of fading dreams
That pampers our each and every single day
There is always more
More than what there seems
Power flows throughout the hours
Eloquent harmony rises
Where natural-highs elope their plighted ground
Animated sound
Carving thoughts follow my steps throughout
Anguish carries me through the day
Breed the friends that help create your view
Hive the lost in a final bedside tribute
Feather pillows explode in your personality
Nominate internal leaders to direct
Attic demons reprise
Lay the corpse of fun in a clay mountain erect
Decide what we abandon or oddly elect
Attic demons reprise in electric wire
Hiding coves in eccentricity to gather words
A pure soul of requiem resides
Hearts sunk in a pyre of ashtrays
Why soliloquy when no one will hear
Superficial feelings behind this black façade
Look at the frenzied patterns of people
As seen from the birds on the wire
Fourteen-two forever
Her warm hand gentle on my face
We are dynamite & whisper
Symphonic dialect queers the worry and suns
Watch me as I bleed
Stubborn Monday lost the ends
My history maker always lends
Falling
Souls re-canvas the sky
From glamour to my final dust
I knowingly turn on to watch the dark side
Vagabonds are on the rise
Encapsulating the aping
Upturned casket on fire
I’ve seen my own death
Long before I retire
I’ve had my own private plane crash
Beautiful child leaves a point
Expose the morning as a fraud
It only replies to the dark
Acoustic fires flood the landscape
The wildlife the roads the park
Crush the front page with your car
The date bites you as you look
Eat your air before the dust empowers it
Sickness expires self esteem rises
Pioneers of time use it wisely
Panic erupts as concrete dies
Black eternity owns your choices calm
Meet your soul on the way to the dogs
Love turns water into white sand
Moulded clay creates all made-up gods
Hungry but sweating faces of indecency
Of the stigmatic outward forceful while
Natural justice elopes with your fiancée
Tyranny menus for the girl with a smile
Drunken future you’ve already mapped
Cherry trees control the strong breeze
I feel the presence of ghosts on white horses
Pandemonium requiem begins to squeeze
Drip-fed metaphor
Play with the weak and shunned
Are we deliberate
Wise
The candles of our light
Elements of purpose ride through the day
Rides through the night
Age is an echo of my mind
Plagiarising contests of the rich and the blind
Youth is thunder it hides in miles
We count lightening each day shades all our styles
Unnatural colour rises subdued and caught
Oxygen refined in slow subtle words
Gentle meeting with anarchy personnel
Active duress on circled herds
My friend plies away my worst biennial days
Sending laughs and draughts for my long game
Open up my word giving fronts
From the Dean’s heals holding up the strain
Take the sun and wash it down
Take this world and dry it’s sign
I look in the mirror at a fallen man
Perhaps I sense a perfect line
Take the grass and paint it sane
Take the woods and make them pages
Serendipity closes down on me
I see a smiling fox through ages
We’re ancient in the future
Gold only gives the ground a name
Where beyond it’s fringes welcome
The gently warm insane
Take the snow and make a man
Take the coral make a landmark
Nobody in the house of subtle rain
Parades your mask around the dark
House warming in winter
She takes the knife that stabbed him
Licks the blood with her wanted tongue
She yearns to be with him in his black silence
Mayhem keeps up in its guise
Within a blunted red violin
Change the flavoured darkening gin
Travel to the next reprise
Sequins on the parachute
Friends in empty pockets
Feel away the burning flute
Angels kill the devil
Enigmas drown the countryside
Fallen angels uniform
In temptations beside
Docile person cannot be
What we used to
What we used to be
Fuck and ignore persona
Cells begin to rebel and sin
Fallen deserts drench again
I am the equal to the pen with kin
Disappointed requiems concise
All the middle highs
Wisdom condemned reacts
Wet Wednesday’s on her rise
Elope fantasy to dry the demand
Charisma forte astound
I create a pink illumine
The light can never catch the muse
Animated sound
I slept in paralysed mind
Holding all the after-life
Alcohol senses my loneliness
Parades with a grin
I’m waiting for the red rose
And her blood to the sand
An eagle with a flake of flesh
Flies by an ancient marking as I see the glory of
The rains perfected parking
Like dust on silverware starting to reign starting to bare
The devil’s an alcoholic but he never drinks
He just peels away my name-badge and makes me think
Words are white swollen guitar-strings in the bin
I love dancing with a diamond and a gin
I die I free money wet gold into the realm
I’m running the hurt from my face
Bullets smile and pass me at pace
Sophisticated dirt burns the ground
I whisper steps in the auditorium
Driven by the lakeside province in a hum
My thoughts they’re blackened by the trees and lumber-jacks
Jump-start early morning sunshine
Poetry clears her throat from smoke
Cleansing my depression
Stepping on long patience
Glamour to my final dust
In my portrait hides a smile
Lost in last reprise
Broken bottles captured the last
Poetic look in my eyes
Listing like a watered ship
Falling with proverbial stars
I’ve become what I hate the most
A gentle slave to calming
I’ve lived in alienation open to the harming
A castle made of sand
Crumbles in my hand
I hear the weeping high
Sapphired thoughts running in my veins
The day turns to stray away from the cold
To a warmer smoother dream
Missing windows tend to crash on the inside
Heat and dry skin still plague my intentions
Wine is morbid delightfully dead
Sick dreams from my sweat stain my pillow
Edge away the razor blade
Creates a sound
Ghosts on white horses drag black coffins in the snow
The homeless want a refund
Unfinished paint in broken frames
Moulded robes around my days
Sticking to my aching dream
Wasted water soaking hours
Feeds my thirst through lipstick rain
I need fragrance on my skin
I need sweat sever the pain
Patience and disgust I see myself with her
But I need to strip my senses
And fall into allure
Perfume mountain perfume heights
Where I’m scarlet warm and alone
Soft cushions wrap my soul
Idolised I see it all
Note books and vodka shots
Written on the broken wall
Tattooed thighs in birth
A gentle slave to calming
A child’s canvas created
Open to the harming
Bawling at the rose
His tempered flare does not protect
Crying cadences in tune his staunch compare remains erect
Cease memory cease to be
O’ moon and solid water
He is the funeral's daughter
Outcast and pretend
Your God awaits inside a yard
Measured class and self-denial
Your single life becomes the shard
To vex
He stumbles over
Mercury seems so close at hand
In a void and dying
He cannot smile he cannot stand
Wild stale endure wild create
The midnight walls illuminate
His places mud the stone he soaks
Windermere and Clandestine
For with lack of love and severed kin
He suffered in his Valentine
Through the wine mountain
Cradled in insipid grave
I yearn
Baptism of prescient
Knighted
Inference recalls
Swollen life and red walls
Fawns barrier my romance in poacher’s blood
Seeps a splinter doubted by folk
Listen to me as I choke
Thirteen obscene on tablet parties
Children milk the river
The wallpaper mocks me like a little child
Carpets of wasted-thin cherubs keep my line of salt stagnant to fill
Illusion of life scraped and unturned is wasted on me
While candles melt on my window-sill
Fuck dread and filed requiems into the paths of wasted prophets
I adore the idea of death
This mild and uncouthed dream
The heat makes my skin so sore you would not believe
I adored my reflection once his neglect on the idiom of man recalls still
Fragrant but undelivered the future may be a sense of white light
Aching to make my days a little better to mill
That it becomes a sullen ghost
Trawled and beaten
Abused by labels I see as endless wakes
I swallow the diving bell
I don't want uniforms and paragraphs
I just want to be well
Enter the valley of my womb
My life for the weak in its tomb
My red cellotaped present sky
I want to hum and trade the die
Inducing amnesia centrefold
Ignoring the banister’s holding mould
Red lipstick in a masochistic jump-suit
Consequences as parasites loot
Bikini barristers wearing the inside out
I’m only 18 with a video of suffering
Discipline in black and white
Impetuous return impetuous I yearn
I’m on my way back from the stupid
Nil by mouth
Pile it all into my drip without force
Even a dog gets to lay in the sun
The small spider
He’s made to repeat by the wind
Makes another web
But he hasn’t sinned
Walk with agony feel the uninvited demon
It’s raining severe sunburn
I cannot endue
Slender be the king in his palace of fat admirals
Effervescent junky
Purple racketeers
Kings flutter at dawn
Caskets of tables
Creating a pawn
Made in howling dog
After the painted rain
Grey houses parade wet tar streets
To clamber dread from any stray
Following soil as it shadows our dead
Abrasive content becomes the mark
My mind redeems ideas spent
The long note that echoes
Abrasive content drags us all to the start
Slight yellow sparks appear in the East
Screaming love from a cenotaph
Wonderful piano allure
Hunted like fragile children
Spilled acid on the faces of human evolution
Pestilence and greed grows in traps
Spirit guides direct me home
Pain inside still with foam
Little Angles in retrospective
Dearest tyrant echo my soul
Isolated slaves under the coal
Flight of unseen my bones are corrupt and so
Will I die at the very last show
Blood drips from the feast at the table
Clear the boardwalk
We always retort never caught
Abuse at the silent library
Silent bombs inside my eyes
Plunder the grain it has to strain
Feed the dying crowds
My rapid eye movement turns into slow thunder
I am the intolerable
Neat and slumber
Christen my week with another
As the fade evades
We’re all slaves to ourselves
Easy smiles trusting the con
Soft ponchos and black shoes live in unison
White floorboards I’ve won
You dress in wire to find the everlasting shock
Fragrance seeps from a hidden box
As the wire turns into silk
Emptying quickly over their prime
Open heaven for evil saints
Sweet volcanoes erupt a cast of previous idea
Dribbling over towns
The devil on a package tour
Aggression in the dark
After the saints dying admission
To become to fuel
They die with smiles upon their faces
Dead flies on the windowsill
Killed by the sunlight with no escape
As the curtains are closed
Cars screech to a halt
It’s Sunday afternoon predictable
As kids die on the street
Gang raped emotion split inferno 20
Parents reading emotions fast
Friends on one hand
Lunatics around the circle
Where I find myself at the slowing last
Self pity on the dusty carpet
Lost tombs inside my head
Open in easing flowing motion
Black and white fields burn
The synchronised assault
Broken strings wait in the bin
Guru in funeral captions
Re-enacting inside my blood
Calumniate properties that eat the soil
As solidity for fluids exhaust the country
Fat and over 36
Wine my only true friend
Speaks to me bluntly
I’m searching for the moth within
House my enigmas place my hand
I ponder the strain that’s raping the land
Billboards elaborating my senses
My pen pals run out their ink
I’m alone needing only myself to breath
Stepping on long patience
Purify intenses give inoculations
Hiding quietly from the dead population
Weak stickers hold the dry weak ground
My fingernails cut into the desk
Pink graffiti on the tambourine
Delusions of grandeur resist
As I see folding hallucinations on the TV screen
Virgin possessive fiend enriches
The indentation he wants to see
Housing himself in a pure anger
But lost in eternal tranquillity
Inside the domain of priests
Searching for wasted news
Policy inbred directed
By the nations defenceless oxygen views
Catalyst converter in the cellar
Making the winter into summers
Feline presence pushing borders
Hear predicted countless hummers
Element glass guitars enrol
For living in generation capitals
Onion tasting member universal
Sitting inside Prozac capsules
The rains turned to snow
As I drink the medicine of life in white times
Christmas in April
As I write and compose my songs in their rhymes
Sceptics and monks
Inside the vast church of policy make-believe
Chanting their sins to Christ
While wearing their heart on their sleeve
In the waters and the bread
Medicine plural
Hear hidden sounds in the dying dry sea
Moon landings and cigarettes
Is the medicine of youth for all middles ages
Fantasy and failure
Expressed within their children’s pages
Inside this fat shell looking for a goal
Gothic music in black masks
Pale in tradition
While policing infernal stupidity
Shrouds our stale towns
We listen to the anchor and his gun the bottles empty
My glass is braking into a thousand pieces
My feet are aching bodies yearning for the wine to catch my prime
Night is drinking the summer sun with thirst
I rest my legs my lungs and thoughts
I see no in all these present hours
It’s all wonderfully futile
In a wooden lifestyle carved
That clings to our skins like hot blackened tar
Little does the opium jostick speak
Staining the brittle ceiling sky
Saliva on the breasts of made gods
Undressed pigs choosing rods
Making impurities in the town
Corkscrew sellers in a childish gown
Taste the direction of illegal roads
Blackened harp blue dawn
Stop your bones from begging
The baby walks his first steps
The mother tries to film the gold seconds
A million passes by
Glances its worth
Caresses the tape that holds also the birth
Yellow birds on the telephone wire
Watch the control and resign below
Hymns on a Sunday morning repeat
Irritating his need for a day of gentle rest
Daffodils wave 2000 statues in the park
Do we decide the fate of saints
Are they us in fading body robes
The crowd underlines your coffin as you pass them in the street
Pale black horses see you as a God they all fall to your feet
Exhale and reflect the voice
I’m a suicide spirit loved calm pacifist preacher
Hence the premature focus
Life is a bridge to walk over not to build a house on
My handwriting starts to shake within a slightly karmic blur
The kitchen clock has stopped and the wine still calls me sir
Drunk opinionated warm visions corroding
Once in dim fenced schools a day children sang songs of golden lives
Now shadow’s dread of catacombs lay beside the politician’s wives
Suppression of equality from those astray
We stab each other with jealous knives
Pick up the match before it burns the house
Even though it’s not lit it’s thinking about it
Silk pampered portraits of the family in their sullen cage
Pregnant gold lays near the water waiting to give birth
Beside the cash machines and wallets dying for all there worth
Paganistic rituals on the hills at dawn warm horses gallop to the child within
Ice-maidens manicure the perfect scenes lovers loving strangers from the next of kin
Computer parody roams raven roads praying on life from sculpted museum walls
Wherein silver frames of madness dance strangely crimson robes of fallen halls
The station master with his arm in plaster falls on the railway line
A passing train curdled with rain slips of the track in time
Many injured no-one dies cries only from the cold
As in-between the train and track lays deep but pregnant gold
Felt and silk pretend inside the maker's wine
Vampires in shadows across the chateau's floor
Dogs dream in lost sliding parallels screaming little whispers from the rich to the poor
Tasting anxiety in the ropes that bestow them
Dragging them too their weary feet
Beneath our grounds and ageing sky
People by the masses
Frozen in a repetitive lifestyle
A lifestyle that makes me paint
The weakening floors of my council house with yellow vodka in bile
Alarm clocks should be drowned in fire
Imagine hair aroma agony lunatics on the infinite grass
Liquid paradoxical events that never alter
Never alter what we need to breathe
Manipulate climb to the centre
Ovulate pain times years
Harassment gender under skin particles
Cerebral microphones on the blink
Ring at fifty pence per minute
Cum in thirty seconds quick escape
Mortuary wooden violins
Glorious string quartet
The dame with her fetish young sex
Singing erosions on the cliff edges
Movies from the 1600’s still repeated
My mind is a room filled with cracks
My thoughts are trees and lumberjacks
I destroy myself from the outside in I don’t believe in good or sin
Tasteless bones incurable tasteless days endurable
I see them all feel them all riding through my veins
Which single route shall I take there’s seven different lanes
Drop the encouragement acid
Sands talk of flaky surround
Love Oscar Wilde homosexuality
Crash helmets at the eye test
Harsh whip lash if provincial enough
Glass made terrorists mace the farmers
Statues melting new ground cover
Are they still slaying the fox
Bearded knight in his rusty armour
Slander for losing one of his limbs
Smelting tasteless bones incurable
Heed the message gently hidden
Moaning drumbeats in occasion
Spray paint on the walls of a church
Direction to the real world
Plagiarise the contents of the songs we used to here
Envelop the characters into shaping a new style
Our schools are shit the Earth is kind
Inside playpen buildings
We’re clocks ready to wind
Fools scattering round in a green grass wake
I drink hand-written ideas till I burst a book
Disentangle with submission
Elegance sometimes kisses my face
Alcohol burns my insides
All I do is feel sick
With the idea of experience needed
I take a pill and leak a trip assassinated sex
With pleasure paper-thin rock and roll
Will I sink to the very low or have a gift of a high plateau
Whisper steps in auditorium sounds full
Black ice and sex invading the stage
Spend all your money on anger release the sensual
Masturbate the demons from your body to the lull
Pheromone Gods supple the brains in the nightclub
Radiant speakers enticed by beliefs
Grease the slaves for another story
Burn each tasteless page for the kids are chiefs
Enter my blood with each bottle of wine
I’m scared all the time my nightmares wake me to sleep
Confusion and convulsion it’s all the same to me
Awaking rain on my tired dark eyes
Myopic tender beneath my skin and bone
Rosettes above the fireplace
The smell of perfume on my lapel
I am indifferent to a few
If the utter stretch of the heart succumbs
A camera hides his face
Silk air wraps my pampering
A vulture finishes of my ending
As I know not what to say
Just regret your primitive haste
Be with my soul endeavour
Lip reading while music enters without voice
Suffocating my nursery with many adults
To find the rightful owner of the correlation zombie
First you need to realise escape is always immanent
Pick up the dying swan and reach into his soul that’s fake
Taste and smell exchanging vibes of the transfer to the lake
When will the judge take time in his thoughts
As naked pirates drench insanity’s courts
Old brandy dreams of being sipped at eight
10,000th floor I fly to in my sleep till dawn
Moving objects in my mind in prime example
See my moods my needs my moves in sullen red
Extra-sensual visions reflect inside my head
Playboy 44 was once a timid sweet child
Neurotic attitudes make us even more scared
Diseases created can always be shared
Whatever we are given comes only from ourselves
Sex is palpable
Her eyes like tender children
But I taste her and I love
Years make moulds that break
Her tears requiem
Her sleep soft innate
Windows
The pastor reads out a sermon to the lost
A slight smile appears on the glass-stained image of God
St Peter makes up a new colour
He calls it the chase in the sky
Collapse
Shake leather till the chase becomes clear
Screens appear like tragic scenes
Blue skies peel for the peasant girl to see
Alive to be starved
Gabriel in arms white direct her to be free
Shivering floors of jewelled-swollen change
Saves her
Fall-out shelters exist for those clambering
Moving curtains
Wanting the reason for death to be clear
But accusations and want
Becomes lost ships to all that live near
Doors
Drink and let all those who lay in the snow have grace
Archers strewn the cavalry as they look for a way through
St David aligns new words
He appears to all the dead in their dreams
Real Gods and Angels peripheral slides
Only glimpse slight
To the chase
If we look out of sight
We miss the act to our sides
Let winds not seldom seen or felt barricade you
Be the naked sparrow in the sun
Clamber through hot tar to reach your goal
Unannounced and slightly bed-ridden I try to flee
Red linen on my tongue sour wine daydream rum
Otherwise Persian and beautiful
Tapestries of unknown days of old
Love liquid universal seeps from all our pores
Yellow parades almost knows my life
But is haste the spirit ploughs canvases worlds
I’m searching for the hill of cravings
It describes the way my yearns would feel
My youth is about to leave the room
Eloping to the cemetery
See the broken distance see it crawl
See the writing on the old chapel wall
Cut my throat with a quick and sharp reply
I need to be stared at from a distance by the devil
So I can finally stare him out
In a moment or a mime
You’ll catch the single thought in time
I’m still beating out of sync
Elaborate illusion confronts my voice
All the joy in the world hidden by riots and religion
But clear in the midnight sun
Irritating my sleep with gales
Could it be that I am stepping from the rain into the sleet
Both similar in question both aching at my feet
My solar plexus in agony turmoil
Arrows of annoyance splitting my aura
Is needed to cleanse my natural disorder
We live the yellow dreams inferno
See its fire with your make-up
Melting slowly with your face up
Old habits flying with the future birds
Never before have I noticed
Chalk drawings on the sheep
Watches from a shaman salesman sold to us in his sleep
Hair-cuts free for the blind
Roller-coaster sleeping pills
Drenching fast the doldrums I use
The time I see on windmills
Frivolous black taxis angling for flesh
From the dead bodies on the hill in mesh
Where gold and silver mushrooms near the woods
Bargain for and sell their books
While talking to the whispers
Tie the knot with your gloves off
A simple light and lovely fable
Children and a landscape
Disposable razors round the bath
She’s pregnant with the needs to suit
My stars said I would see some peace
But they lied with abundance again
Can the tornado cinema show us
Dimensions in passing
Eloquently put as houses break under the strain
Deeper naked the waters rising free
Crayon caramel speeding in the leopard’s foyer
Do you see my eye swell with ordinary tears
Reversal images explanation appear behind their own lies
While some watch the credits fly overhead
Justice decided individually in the tornado cinema
Southern Comfort on my lip
Listen to the want of roses
Flower shops in mists credit card evangelists
orgasmic inquiry Valentine
Ignorance and self pity is to man what wood is to the trees
Both created by themselves
Both growing in the breeze
Placid suicide awaits for the tide to take him home
Quirky cynicism crippled in his bones
Rescue the prophets their tents are paper
Hooks made from winter leaves
Tangerine in my stocking history in lost memory
Romantic plays continue
With sex in a moonlight surrender
Quirky cynicism
Snowballs returned to sender
Paramedics saving cells
On my way to the end of the tide
My vodka spits in sanitation
Notebooks and cigarettes
A temperamental ball-point
Idolised as I try to masturbate
Alone in a vile attempt to live
Turn off the descending smile
Please the mirror with a patient look
Stolen charm grown solid in the ground
Shops and pubs in polystyrene brick
Is drenched in tourists saliva and sweat
Patriotic camcorder is all around us
Cardboard cut-outs in the classroom
Sex in magazines vaginas and tools
Inside the advertising pages
We are all a bunch of fucking monarchs
Cloaked in town dwelling costumes
Drinking firewater and urinating in the streets
Tramps live slowly to death
Cabinet wallpaper smelling of royal weddings
Spout stale smoke milking the city air
All craves and graves on the sills of tower bins
The sugar in the flower bed hides
While a pusher makes a deal
My soul return to sender
Empty ovens in the bloodstream
A warm hand gentle on the face
The ground hums
Soft cushions blocking the sunlight
Black circles fight the fight
Take-away escapee runs in need
To his out-of-body flying kite
Count the dead and reminisce clarity
War heroin money for old rope
Scarves in summer write the plays
Subtle sex involuntary
Experiencing pleasure in the high dead
Lucidity stretching
Stretching substances they’d like to wed
Paradise sanctuary
Last night I was sad
This morning my bare emotion sobs in raw air
I can’t see any way out as I sit and watch the bottle stare
Killer bees in my hormones
Making me do thing I hate the most
Sex with oral indignities
Paint stripper breakfast
Last night I was begging
This morning my dignity speaks without voice
My calm behaviour resorts to holding me apart
Supervise your own desperation
Original after-shave lingers on the concrete
Thin dogs companion the tramp in all weathers
Misdirected banter is dished
His last thoughts touch his breath
As tramps live slowly to death
He writes with his finger in the dirt
I’m banned from describing the broken manual
Surface in a century with markings
From a vital experience
Calamity mirror
A table splinter as you wait for a drink
Savage mankind angry at itself
Your drink arrives
Not the putrid milk of conformity
Lakeside dreamers tolerate the other
Trees burning for the rich elder brother
Panoramic easing us slowly out to dry
Invisible water leaks in range.
The embryo strives to create insanity
Ash of thoughts dissolves
In what’s left of humanity
Lament for the puppet leader’s dreams
For the hanged teenager who lost the inner fight
For child dead in his mother’s womb
Lament for the weak and their brittle task
For the pouring shrouds
For all hysteria and sullen derision
Lament for the saga that’s been my portrait
For the cold salt we use for thrill
For the click of my lover’s camera
Digest these words resembling rocking horses
Stagnant in motion but lost in emotion
Mimic the amplifier as it spouts elation
She’s wearing blue dawn
As the crying tape unloads
Play the tape to the lady
Let it rinse her with voices of change
Water shapes her feet in mind
Her tears should encourage her greatly
Tattooed thighs in birth
A child’s canvas created
Poor education monkeys
They hung on small words
What was the plan
Blood stained canvas
Broken shelter 24
Work was soul desperation
Don’t slip on the hearing aids of the old
Brush clear forward
Calculators singing as condition hesitate beckons
Charcoal stamina on the wall
Treat the poor and kill the putrid stench of power
Empress premier in her suit of jewels
I sleep with paralysed surround
I scream to my brother in silence
I can relapse become what I see in the sun
Pink on the cover of a plan you made years ago
Municipal building for the factory crowd
Sanctuary for the hundreds bowed
Sinking slowly but I can’t see
Fashionable excuse for insanity
Chandeliers shining brightly
As I touch her hair very lightly
Piss on condition hesitate ridicule
Myopic tests show the psychic duel
Little does the dropout know he is in contention
Hell disrupted by prostitutes on discount
Lucid with eternal fright
Exploding the expanding universal
War in substance stare into cotton
See the already used punned
Elation of the clothes near the fake salty font
Hoaxes in books of doom
Irrefutable pollen stuffs up the many who pontificate
Red-faced drunks on the path
Written hypothermia
Mind the predicted endings
Kisses the girl that needs the hold of preservation
Cling film windows on a plane as it glows
Champagne strawberries in the breeze
From the what up to the sinking dry
Falling up to the climbing sky
Knights in silver paper fighting for maidens
From religious blind men who struggle to live
Near a sun-sponged hive
Open leather books on pages for the seekers
When the time arrives to live
I’ll be waiting with my bags
But living’s just another word
To describe my clothes as rags
I see lipstick and endings running through my dreams
Chasing all the demons from all my in-betweens
Disintegrate my self-esteem
I cry till it touches my feet
But I will not conform today
Rise and be counted on one hand
Those who love to scurry and sweat
Rise to a mark on the door
Those treated like a fresh new whore
Spoken like a true poet a man on a red wine binge
I accept your diamond ignorance
Unions are rich man’s puppets
Deliver them in brittle paper
I lick the stamp with obvious pity
For those who love the portrait
Youth and a hand of resignation
Live in the elation
Beauty in a fresh photograph to see and smell
I love the colour’s song
Many chords and overlords write in unison
Nothing is wrong
Never ever think that the ride comes to an end
Soft carpets wrap your inner soul never let them roll
Teachers by the bucket-load rejoice when summer comes
Capsules and paragraphs
But I see the funeral lurking under the bushes
I’m such a protagonist
Primed copper wire tracks my movement in the cold trench
The origin of glass face on the beach
Miracles tend to only seek the pure
I can’t abide
However much I try to hide
Hungry pale waiting in line
I feel I need to be sublime
Ignored scrawled a hiding gift
I am graffiti in a lift
Played sexed open to all
I tend to wounds I make and fall
Paper-cuts keep me awake
My youth kept alive in wine
Her porcelain smile roomed my mind
Seven waves of colour resolve
Rainbows painted then dissolved
I’ve lost my gravity
Perennial wasters on the door
In clouded glass I once restored
Her sound takes my away from all my kin
She’s underneath my splintered skin
Parade uniform knighted
And lips of white stone-faced illumine
Her collapse from soft thorns
And hearts rise up in my sin
I am but terrified
Splintered blood ashes to pale and sore
What I take and relay
What I choose to ignore
Waiting
Masturbating the devilry from my mind
My soft shirts deal my working debt
Warning tape parks my excuses
As I am always kind and inept
Islands mock my wonder in their single soaking ripe
I call to carpets to slowly soak
My clothes tend to see themselves
In all I climate and provoke
Auras sometimes lie
The fox I loved is dying in blood
Moulded to excuses
For I ease my hand with grass stains and release
Clamber within these salted wounds
See lightning burn and peel my soul
My beauty rises outwardly but inside I’m black as coal
Denoted smiles uncompromised
You see my lipstick vibrant red
As I lament to sick-faced peers
But inside I’m nearly dead
I sweat inside while I'm pulled to the gold
Polluted smelted as I’m told
In hell disrupted by the sun
Teutonic folds inside my mind
As people see me through the clay
I laugh and show a different face
Demons playing games
With my make-up and my flesh
My emotions bleed upon the hills
Through glass and wire mesh
You see what I pretend is me
Act of days drag me from this pretty role
Calling all the sisters to read my prayers
Sad faces still clear my mind
I’m crying and shaking on the stairs
I failed again to reach my time
Platinum light still far from grasp
My answer phone stays on silent
I feel I need to be bitten or dragged
Taken from my home with force
The ceiling gives way to my shoulder pressure
My eyes remain open for the plaster to burn
The wind mocks me with howling
The sun climes my skin in orange-red
A poet’s life is always growling
But I tend to anger in my head
Wild horses heal my growing fears
I see them gallop from my window
But when I delve to go outside
My swollen nerves are there on show
I need to hold my life
See it as I see the snow
Time to settle on the ground
As my universe is slow
I sit and listen to the daylight calling
Paper flowers dust the sideboard in print
I hear desire
She’s tasting my thought
She’s my fire my gas my flint
Clamber gentle stones to scrape the sky
Fields of ghosts firefly the horizon
Our skin defies the cold
The diary of a sinner chalk from a child
Both live and breathe the same life
Fate becomes diligent white and clear
Underneath wrapped ready and near
Snap shots of sea-beds
My camera tries to illuminate
The angles flashing
Adoring trees stretch out
Branches wide
They love attention
Damn climbing awaked
White sands warm the feet of tourists
As the foreign sun reds the sky
Everything lives and everything dies
Within this beautiful world
Through colourful eyes
Cold lakes they tease me
With noble swans and flying leaves
Near fields of Autumn bronze
Framed slices of land lay mantle-pieced
Showing mountains of snow and dry summer peaks
Pictures from life entwined in emotion
Delicate smiles reflecting devotion
Over the top and resting
I'm doing the worst I strive
Dust embodied little calm and sultry evolve
I sense all bullets as they arrive
Settle inside this tortured pin
Cenotaph and mistake
Telescopes rise fire even on the floor
It's ridden with my pain
Dead poets clamber a thought
Ploys my tasteless oats
Youth resign untold ghosts
Teeth seldom lay in thought
They just ache
Encrypted residue on the wake of the land
Lips and numb vision eclipses the pine
Weakened roses gnaw at my fingers
Humming tires they crush my line
Enlightened skills loom over my face
Rusty knights ripen my curses fold
Tis but a dark fiend that feels my soul
Leaves my heart out in the cold
Red parallel and flight benign
Loping in the toned sea alight
Lust continues to ripple through
Upon my hand insipid fringes I tend to see
Knighted rhyming inks my day
Illumines deploy harming old and young
Filth surrenders but from the lack of pain
Under dark duress I seep and kneel
It can only be my face again
I am intolerant flippant to the extreme
Degree inept how can we relate
Pestilence broken phones fermented clones
Hysteria painted mayhem and skills
Do the ones who tender to those
To those seeping into blinded rivers
See reality lucid and out of control
Just in time
Naked planes split my reach in half
I was sending my past to be counted and marked
Admirals tell me how hunters won the one
But I’ve clambered black bins up-turned and parked
Unseen trip sand slips into a vein I never used
My stance is shattered by future ice on her way
I try to act as though I know what to do
Jails just mock me as I try snap my back and stay
Hounded letters appear on my keyboard
I’m trying to strip a second a century
Perverted democracy
Working prime exercise seems to leave quickly
Why do I masturbate the body to the lull
Ordinance tracks my shoes as they sink deeper
Lullabies wreck havoc on our schools
Save me from the up and coming
I can notice genius in any fool
But it’s clouded by their dumbing
I’m down for the count
Edited indebted inebriated relative opinion second dominion
A lesson of classless fools
Cartoon band-wagon's playing
I am Southdown and dying to know
What cherries will fruit this late summer show
Hiding in grass my pen pals say
I am the creator of all that I do
I see Goldstone and quiver
As I cradle my poverty
Wait for his call
Stone-circles crumble and fall into dust
So cradle my thought
Parade like a madman
I’ve never known the century
To ride upon my back
Of all my endless triumphs hiding on the racks
Guided by the whitened rocks that shimmer by the sea
I hear the century calling but I never hear its plea
Panic in the shadows
Of the Devil and his aid
Test God on all his trades
Through the presentation of Angels one seeks solace
But with open despair I hear that
Prestige is gallant in her trial
Nervously twisting hair into awkward curls
Foreign never orphaned except in my past life
A scene of a man and silhouette
Devil’s make-up on the landscape
Never to be shown
But a common gentle side is their saviour
The one feeling elated
Play the unturned earth to all the rest
Left to strip morality
A strange pain identifies itself
Rock the boat weak commands
Ever the purist loses his lands
Fear stretches religious shite
We lose our heads in the middle of night
We all become addiction insane
To a common gentle side
Fuck the optimist that must be dumb
A mammoth of a task
Resonate the upturned mark
In all that I would ask
Innocence in a sense pestilence
Summer Sunday fell to the ground
Always enclosed with a naked shroud
My years resume all it’s torture
In a grey world I was dared to touch
I just retire to my own medication
I live life with a touch of insanity
My simple kind of profanity
Calm blue dawn arrives sunshine on her skin
Indian bajans on a cenotaph
People on the bandstand react
Nobody crawls to the perfect guru
Nothing is ever created or destroyed it only exists
Man neither lives nor dies he only exists
We are water
You may enter all the decent roles
Hounds and horses still create fear
Gold and silver across the ground
Under bridges I would swear
Shadowed stones hide all of the answers
Smoke depression gathers round you
Soaks into your skin and aching bones
Feel this quiet sudden thought
When the subway echoes ringing phones
Cheap young girls in telephone diaries
Water and polystyrene cups
Mandates and broken pencils
If my mountain of worry decides a path
I’ll follow a route to clear it all
A diet of only water
But with that I might just slip and fall
The ripples on a wall
They tend to sometimes call
Wallpaper ghosts and history makers
Chipping away at the movements I make before them
My guru by the screen
Home-grown sunshine starts his decent into madness
Sending choirs to warm our night
Beauty unfolds her single note
Suppression of energy to see ourselves in our light
Far too sensual far too weak
Near to all my limits
I’m still awake
Escape the covered office
The halo has slipped round your neck
Society chokes your will away
Insane slightly but up for a fight
Drag down her fences
With my world on bonfires of roses
I understand nothing
Uniforms parade wheels
Gangs of slaves cause interruption to the game
My will is dying my table turns to ashes
I’ve found the way to a promised calm land
From velvet thoughts of the girl you love
Ecstasy rides inside without pills
I love her she passes my heartbeat
From my soul up to my mind
From my fingers to the stone
Mosquitoes on their birthday celebrate in a windmill
Got a day inside my book set aside
I love her she carries my child from my blood to my cries
Maybe my next life will be different
A work of art unfinished
Or a small country learning
Fog-horns make me sleep into slumber
Children paint inside a thousand colours
A pretence of joy naked in thoughts
Flutter in the gutter silly fools
117 Angels cascading overhead
Breathing life below to all the newly dead
My mind is clear my mind elapses
Ghosts float across the dew’s synapses
I’m thinking with a splinter in my side
I’m thinking with a fool by my side
Fighters take babies to hide and mould
Follow birds to cages broken
Orphans line the streets of London
Guitars on urine floors
Vagrants and white-lightning
Bitten nails in silhouette
Laughter in an empty box
How does it feel to taste the air
Selling windows endlessly
Taxi-cabs and falling kites
There’s more for us to see and be
Once upon another time
I slept a lucid dream for the sun
I slept a lucid life till one
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
On paralysed mornings I see her there
Blurry eyes to confront what will defecate
My walls mould faces it becomes so clear
Carving thoughts follow my steps throughout
Catharsis brought forth by blades
Stop the bleeding right before I die
Wrap me up I’ll go on with my life
Until I feel this way again
Lime bleeds parole if I am to feed cells
To the warm and lustful
Horse-grounds forgive me as diamonds
Pension their shine I am trying
Rose plaid takes my heart back
Miltonia arches rise in adorning home
Silent parades the sulphur of my return
Ploys
My tasteless oats youth resign untold ghosts
Teeth seldom lay in thought they just ache
I am in love
Encrypted residue on the wake of the land
Lips and numb vision eclipses the pine
Weakened roses gnaw at my fingers
Enlightened skills loom over my face
Rusty knights ripen my curses fold
Tis but a dark fiend that feels my soul
Red parallel and flight benign loping
In the toned sea alight
Lust continues to ripple through
I will live till the crush of the moment
As chronology fades in escapades
Rest underneath a bridge stoned in
Photographs from my youth
I entered this world splintered with life
I run to the sea but I’m terrified
Islands mock my wonder in their single soaking ripe
I ease my hand with grass-stains and release
Callous awakening of the sea
Reels my light-soul back to deep salt
Healing wounds burn as statues grey
From decades of rain mocking me from the shore
The sand turns to glass below my feet
Swollen shivers play notes whales think of as dead
Marbled courts judge me through centuries
Infamy beards my face
As the mudded sequins once thought of as beautiful speak out
We are the universal pestilence and mayhem co-exist
Through the yonder in blackberry-dull cemeteries
Donations skip the laurel in what's deemed the wet rhetorical
Plagiarised and uniformed theme to be
White casket for my funeral
Light copper words refrain and speak of my intoxication
We are but snails remembrance on the lawn of insane callous signals
Given by birds who delve into mud for life
Holster the garden and her sackcloth winter in panic and Mennonite
Sprawl rugged land many moons snowfields hide the underdog in watercraft
The smoke-chaser sketches toxaemia clamber within these salted wounds
See lightning burn and peel my soul
My beauty rises outwardly but inside I’m black as coal
Asphyxiate our changes parasites still indulge in politics
Even the moon hides one side
So will my solitude rise above the bed and cry
Will empty demons climb rivers to my mind's eye
Can the mares at night start to touch the day
Pillows must construct my dreams in advance
Chronology fades in escapades
Rotten windows hide all the stains of my urges to rape all and sundry
Roads apologize for staying stagnant
But the asphalt confronts face to face
The after-life is all I idolise
When will I see a change my life it seems so slow
I'm sick of feeling weak I'm burning up as I speak
Dead before I shake lament for the universities in their wake
The child dead in his mother's womb
The light he now sees around
Lament for the saga that's become my portrait
The swallow as his brothers are killed
The hanged teenager who lost the inner fight
Torrents of affliction copper bands descend upon my churlish wake
Painful rain jack-knifes the light outside my window
Fire eviscerates the dark my muse sobs bloody requiem
Unleashing the mocking bird
How I collapse with treachery in every single word
Decadent Madeira in limestone emery
Curses the boys who wet in the nunnery
Guinevere is tensionless and in lust
They sanitize sex as they live in the city
Extrorse my souls and clean within
Internal plague throughout my sin
Jerids pierce our sanctum combined
Jeel houses my shivers and spine
Neolithic Cardinals in poison thread
Feeling the clamminess of the female dread
Sequined intruders look stunning but hide
Be free be free let yourself be
Illuminated as you walk illuminated as your talk
Imagine a world like that
Poetry emotion clears her throat from smoke
Swollen intrigue of which we are yet to meet
Morphine takes the kids to school
Numbing pain from mindless classes
Fu*ked from giving in to shame
Raping schoolgirls in the rain
The atrophy of morals grow
Dying angels black degraded
Hang on to our souls in the process of atrophy
The good never die young
Incubus legions salivate deceit
Chrome doors open at our feet
Pluck hot diamonds from my brain
Lying comes natural through Marlboro smoke
Orphaned daydream’s capsulate
Peripheral misery leaves to die
Degree inept how can we relate
Pestilence broken phones fermented clones
Just in time crashing planes split my reach in half
I was sending my past to be counted and marked
Lullabies wreck havoc on our schools
Save me from the up and coming
I can notice genius in any fool but it’s clouded by their dumbing
Morphine runs through the drip
Eases my tension the chance is high
That the light is on its way
But there’s another hour before I die
Jade cavaliers precipitate my fears
Dark tresses cascade down his spine
Undulated in the gentle summer calls
Panic seeps from my body as I tender
My wounds that fall like waterfalls
I admire soft function but I hate her grip
She takes me to a land of pure slumber falls
Under hypnosis I recall
Yesterday’s negative turns to watch his reprise
Her smile drips inside this cliché’s eyes
From within the apathy of fading dreams
That pampers our each and every single day
There is always more
More than what there seems
Power flows throughout the hours
Eloquent harmony rises
Where natural-highs elope their plighted ground
Animated sound
Carving thoughts follow my steps throughout
Anguish carries me through the day
Breed the friends that help create your view
Hive the lost in a final bedside tribute
Feather pillows explode in your personality
Nominate internal leaders to direct
Attic demons reprise
Lay the corpse of fun in a clay mountain erect
Decide what we abandon or oddly elect
Attic demons reprise in electric wire
Hiding coves in eccentricity to gather words
A pure soul of requiem resides
Hearts sunk in a pyre of ashtrays
Why soliloquy when no one will hear
Superficial feelings behind this black façade
Look at the frenzied patterns of people
As seen from the birds on the wire
Fourteen-two forever
Her warm hand gentle on my face
We are dynamite & whisper
Symphonic dialect queers the worry and suns
Watch me as I bleed
Stubborn Monday lost the ends
My history maker always lends
Falling
Souls re-canvas the sky
From glamour to my final dust
I knowingly turn on to watch the dark side
Vagabonds are on the rise
Encapsulating the aping
Upturned casket on fire
I’ve seen my own death
Long before I retire
I’ve had my own private plane crash
Beautiful child leaves a point
Expose the morning as a fraud
It only replies to the dark
Acoustic fires flood the landscape
The wildlife the roads the park
Crush the front page with your car
The date bites you as you look
Eat your air before the dust empowers it
Sickness expires self esteem rises
Pioneers of time use it wisely
Panic erupts as concrete dies
Black eternity owns your choices calm
Meet your soul on the way to the dogs
Love turns water into white sand
Moulded clay creates all made-up gods
Hungry but sweating faces of indecency
Of the stigmatic outward forceful while
Natural justice elopes with your fiancée
Tyranny menus for the girl with a smile
Drunken future you’ve already mapped
Cherry trees control the strong breeze
I feel the presence of ghosts on white horses
Pandemonium requiem begins to squeeze
Drip-fed metaphor
Play with the weak and shunned
Are we deliberate
Wise
The candles of our light
Elements of purpose ride through the day
Rides through the night
Age is an echo of my mind
Plagiarising contests of the rich and the blind
Youth is thunder it hides in miles
We count lightening each day shades all our styles
Unnatural colour rises subdued and caught
Oxygen refined in slow subtle words
Gentle meeting with anarchy personnel
Active duress on circled herds
My friend plies away my worst biennial days
Sending laughs and draughts for my long game
Open up my word giving fronts
From the Dean’s heals holding up the strain
Take the sun and wash it down
Take this world and dry it’s sign
I look in the mirror at a fallen man
Perhaps I sense a perfect line
Take the grass and paint it sane
Take the woods and make them pages
Serendipity closes down on me
I see a smiling fox through ages
We’re ancient in the future
Gold only gives the ground a name
Where beyond it’s fringes welcome
The gently warm insane
Take the snow and make a man
Take the coral make a landmark
Nobody in the house of subtle rain
Parades your mask around the dark
House warming in winter
She takes the knife that stabbed him
Licks the blood with her wanted tongue
She yearns to be with him in his black silence
Mayhem keeps up in its guise
Within a blunted red violin
Change the flavoured darkening gin
Travel to the next reprise
Sequins on the parachute
Friends in empty pockets
Feel away the burning flute
Angels kill the devil
Enigmas drown the countryside
Fallen angels uniform
In temptations beside
Docile person cannot be
What we used to
What we used to be
Fuck and ignore persona
Cells begin to rebel and sin
Fallen deserts drench again
I am the equal to the pen with kin
Disappointed requiems concise
All the middle highs
Wisdom condemned reacts
Wet Wednesday’s on her rise
Elope fantasy to dry the demand
Charisma forte astound
I create a pink illumine
The light can never catch the muse
Animated sound
I slept in paralysed mind
Holding all the after-life
Alcohol senses my loneliness
Parades with a grin
I’m waiting for the red rose
And her blood to the sand
An eagle with a flake of flesh
Flies by an ancient marking as I see the glory of
The rains perfected parking
Like dust on silverware starting to reign starting to bare
The devil’s an alcoholic but he never drinks
He just peels away my name-badge and makes me think
Words are white swollen guitar-strings in the bin
I love dancing with a diamond and a gin
I die I free money wet gold into the realm
I’m running the hurt from my face
Bullets smile and pass me at pace
Sophisticated dirt burns the ground
I whisper steps in the auditorium
Driven by the lakeside province in a hum
My thoughts they’re blackened by the trees and lumber-jacks
Jump-start early morning sunshine
Poetry clears her throat from smoke
Cleansing my depression
Stepping on long patience
Glamour to my final dust
In my portrait hides a smile
Lost in last reprise
Broken bottles captured the last
Poetic look in my eyes
Listing like a watered ship
Falling with proverbial stars
I’ve become what I hate the most
A gentle slave to calming
I’ve lived in alienation open to the harming
A castle made of sand
Crumbles in my hand
I hear the weeping high
Sapphired thoughts running in my veins
The day turns to stray away from the cold
To a warmer smoother dream
Missing windows tend to crash on the inside
Heat and dry skin still plague my intentions
Wine is morbid delightfully dead
Sick dreams from my sweat stain my pillow
Edge away the razor blade
Creates a sound
Ghosts on white horses drag black coffins in the snow
The homeless want a refund
Unfinished paint in broken frames
Moulded robes around my days
Sticking to my aching dream
Wasted water soaking hours
Feeds my thirst through lipstick rain
I need fragrance on my skin
I need sweat sever the pain
Patience and disgust I see myself with her
But I need to strip my senses
And fall into allure
Perfume mountain perfume heights
Where I’m scarlet warm and alone
Soft cushions wrap my soul
Idolised I see it all
Note books and vodka shots
Written on the broken wall
Tattooed thighs in birth
A gentle slave to calming
A child’s canvas created
Open to the harming
Bawling at the rose
His tempered flare does not protect
Crying cadences in tune his staunch compare remains erect
Cease memory cease to be
O’ moon and solid water
He is the funeral's daughter
Outcast and pretend
Your God awaits inside a yard
Measured class and self-denial
Your single life becomes the shard
To vex
He stumbles over
Mercury seems so close at hand
In a void and dying
He cannot smile he cannot stand
Wild stale endure wild create
The midnight walls illuminate
His places mud the stone he soaks
Windermere and Clandestine
For with lack of love and severed kin
He suffered in his Valentine
Through the wine mountain
Cradled in insipid grave
I yearn
Baptism of prescient
Knighted
Inference recalls
Swollen life and red walls
Fawns barrier my romance in poacher’s blood
Seeps a splinter doubted by folk
Listen to me as I choke
Thirteen obscene on tablet parties
Children milk the river
The wallpaper mocks me like a little child
Carpets of wasted-thin cherubs keep my line of salt stagnant to fill
Illusion of life scraped and unturned is wasted on me
While candles melt on my window-sill
Fuck dread and filed requiems into the paths of wasted prophets
I adore the idea of death
This mild and uncouthed dream
The heat makes my skin so sore you would not believe
I adored my reflection once his neglect on the idiom of man recalls still
Fragrant but undelivered the future may be a sense of white light
Aching to make my days a little better to mill
That it becomes a sullen ghost
Trawled and beaten
Abused by labels I see as endless wakes
I swallow the diving bell
I don't want uniforms and paragraphs
I just want to be well
Enter the valley of my womb
My life for the weak in its tomb
My red cellotaped present sky
I want to hum and trade the die
Inducing amnesia centrefold
Ignoring the banister’s holding mould
Red lipstick in a masochistic jump-suit
Consequences as parasites loot
Bikini barristers wearing the inside out
I’m only 18 with a video of suffering
Discipline in black and white
Impetuous return impetuous I yearn
I’m on my way back from the stupid
Nil by mouth
Pile it all into my drip without force
Even a dog gets to lay in the sun
The small spider
He’s made to repeat by the wind
Makes another web
But he hasn’t sinned
Walk with agony feel the uninvited demon
It’s raining severe sunburn
I cannot endue
Slender be the king in his palace of fat admirals
Effervescent junky
Purple racketeers
Kings flutter at dawn
Caskets of tables
Creating a pawn
Made in howling dog
After the painted rain
Grey houses parade wet tar streets
To clamber dread from any stray
Following soil as it shadows our dead
Abrasive content becomes the mark
My mind redeems ideas spent
The long note that echoes
Abrasive content drags us all to the start
Slight yellow sparks appear in the East
Screaming love from a cenotaph
Wonderful piano allure
Hunted like fragile children
Spilled acid on the faces of human evolution
Pestilence and greed grows in traps
Spirit guides direct me home
Pain inside still with foam
Little Angles in retrospective
Dearest tyrant echo my soul
Isolated slaves under the coal
Flight of unseen my bones are corrupt and so
Will I die at the very last show
Blood drips from the feast at the table
Clear the boardwalk
We always retort never caught
Abuse at the silent library
Silent bombs inside my eyes
Plunder the grain it has to strain
Feed the dying crowds
My rapid eye movement turns into slow thunder
I am the intolerable
Neat and slumber
Christen my week with another
As the fade evades
We’re all slaves to ourselves
Easy smiles trusting the con
Soft ponchos and black shoes live in unison
White floorboards I’ve won
You dress in wire to find the everlasting shock
Fragrance seeps from a hidden box
As the wire turns into silk
Emptying quickly over their prime
Open heaven for evil saints
Sweet volcanoes erupt a cast of previous idea
Dribbling over towns
The devil on a package tour
Aggression in the dark
After the saints dying admission
To become to fuel
They die with smiles upon their faces
Dead flies on the windowsill
Killed by the sunlight with no escape
As the curtains are closed
Cars screech to a halt
It’s Sunday afternoon predictable
As kids die on the street
Gang raped emotion split inferno 20
Parents reading emotions fast
Friends on one hand
Lunatics around the circle
Where I find myself at the slowing last
Self pity on the dusty carpet
Lost tombs inside my head
Open in easing flowing motion
Black and white fields burn
The synchronised assault
Broken strings wait in the bin
Guru in funeral captions
Re-enacting inside my blood
Calumniate properties that eat the soil
As solidity for fluids exhaust the country
Fat and over 36
Wine my only true friend
Speaks to me bluntly
I’m searching for the moth within
House my enigmas place my hand
I ponder the strain that’s raping the land
Billboards elaborating my senses
My pen pals run out their ink
I’m alone needing only myself to breath
Stepping on long patience
Purify intenses give inoculations
Hiding quietly from the dead population
Weak stickers hold the dry weak ground
My fingernails cut into the desk
Pink graffiti on the tambourine
Delusions of grandeur resist
As I see folding hallucinations on the TV screen
Virgin possessive fiend enriches
The indentation he wants to see
Housing himself in a pure anger
But lost in eternal tranquillity
Inside the domain of priests
Searching for wasted news
Policy inbred directed
By the nations defenceless oxygen views
Catalyst converter in the cellar
Making the winter into summers
Feline presence pushing borders
Hear predicted countless hummers
Element glass guitars enrol
For living in generation capitals
Onion tasting member universal
Sitting inside Prozac capsules
The rains turned to snow
As I drink the medicine of life in white times
Christmas in April
As I write and compose my songs in their rhymes
Sceptics and monks
Inside the vast church of policy make-believe
Chanting their sins to Christ
While wearing their heart on their sleeve
In the waters and the bread
Medicine plural
Hear hidden sounds in the dying dry sea
Moon landings and cigarettes
Is the medicine of youth for all middles ages
Fantasy and failure
Expressed within their children’s pages
Inside this fat shell looking for a goal
Gothic music in black masks
Pale in tradition
While policing infernal stupidity
Shrouds our stale towns
We listen to the anchor and his gun the bottles empty
My glass is braking into a thousand pieces
My feet are aching bodies yearning for the wine to catch my prime
Night is drinking the summer sun with thirst
I rest my legs my lungs and thoughts
I see no in all these present hours
It’s all wonderfully futile
In a wooden lifestyle carved
That clings to our skins like hot blackened tar
Little does the opium jostick speak
Staining the brittle ceiling sky
Saliva on the breasts of made gods
Undressed pigs choosing rods
Making impurities in the town
Corkscrew sellers in a childish gown
Taste the direction of illegal roads
Blackened harp blue dawn
Stop your bones from begging
The baby walks his first steps
The mother tries to film the gold seconds
A million passes by
Glances its worth
Caresses the tape that holds also the birth
Yellow birds on the telephone wire
Watch the control and resign below
Hymns on a Sunday morning repeat
Irritating his need for a day of gentle rest
Daffodils wave 2000 statues in the park
Do we decide the fate of saints
Are they us in fading body robes
The crowd underlines your coffin as you pass them in the street
Pale black horses see you as a God they all fall to your feet
Exhale and reflect the voice
I’m a suicide spirit loved calm pacifist preacher
Hence the premature focus
Life is a bridge to walk over not to build a house on
My handwriting starts to shake within a slightly karmic blur
The kitchen clock has stopped and the wine still calls me sir
Drunk opinionated warm visions corroding
Once in dim fenced schools a day children sang songs of golden lives
Now shadow’s dread of catacombs lay beside the politician’s wives
Suppression of equality from those astray
We stab each other with jealous knives
Pick up the match before it burns the house
Even though it’s not lit it’s thinking about it
Silk pampered portraits of the family in their sullen cage
Pregnant gold lays near the water waiting to give birth
Beside the cash machines and wallets dying for all there worth
Paganistic rituals on the hills at dawn warm horses gallop to the child within
Ice-maidens manicure the perfect scenes lovers loving strangers from the next of kin
Computer parody roams raven roads praying on life from sculpted museum walls
Wherein silver frames of madness dance strangely crimson robes of fallen halls
The station master with his arm in plaster falls on the railway line
A passing train curdled with rain slips of the track in time
Many injured no-one dies cries only from the cold
As in-between the train and track lays deep but pregnant gold
Felt and silk pretend inside the maker's wine
Vampires in shadows across the chateau's floor
Dogs dream in lost sliding parallels screaming little whispers from the rich to the poor
Tasting anxiety in the ropes that bestow them
Dragging them too their weary feet
Beneath our grounds and ageing sky
People by the masses
Frozen in a repetitive lifestyle
A lifestyle that makes me paint
The weakening floors of my council house with yellow vodka in bile
Alarm clocks should be drowned in fire
Imagine hair aroma agony lunatics on the infinite grass
Liquid paradoxical events that never alter
Never alter what we need to breathe
Manipulate climb to the centre
Ovulate pain times years
Harassment gender under skin particles
Cerebral microphones on the blink
Ring at fifty pence per minute
Cum in thirty seconds quick escape
Mortuary wooden violins
Glorious string quartet
The dame with her fetish young sex
Singing erosions on the cliff edges
Movies from the 1600’s still repeated
My mind is a room filled with cracks
My thoughts are trees and lumberjacks
I destroy myself from the outside in I don’t believe in good or sin
Tasteless bones incurable tasteless days endurable
I see them all feel them all riding through my veins
Which single route shall I take there’s seven different lanes
Drop the encouragement acid
Sands talk of flaky surround
Love Oscar Wilde homosexuality
Crash helmets at the eye test
Harsh whip lash if provincial enough
Glass made terrorists mace the farmers
Statues melting new ground cover
Are they still slaying the fox
Bearded knight in his rusty armour
Slander for losing one of his limbs
Smelting tasteless bones incurable
Heed the message gently hidden
Moaning drumbeats in occasion
Spray paint on the walls of a church
Direction to the real world
Plagiarise the contents of the songs we used to here
Envelop the characters into shaping a new style
Our schools are shit the Earth is kind
Inside playpen buildings
We’re clocks ready to wind
Fools scattering round in a green grass wake
I drink hand-written ideas till I burst a book
Disentangle with submission
Elegance sometimes kisses my face
Alcohol burns my insides
All I do is feel sick
With the idea of experience needed
I take a pill and leak a trip assassinated sex
With pleasure paper-thin rock and roll
Will I sink to the very low or have a gift of a high plateau
Whisper steps in auditorium sounds full
Black ice and sex invading the stage
Spend all your money on anger release the sensual
Masturbate the demons from your body to the lull
Pheromone Gods supple the brains in the nightclub
Radiant speakers enticed by beliefs
Grease the slaves for another story
Burn each tasteless page for the kids are chiefs
Enter my blood with each bottle of wine
I’m scared all the time my nightmares wake me to sleep
Confusion and convulsion it’s all the same to me
Awaking rain on my tired dark eyes
Myopic tender beneath my skin and bone
Rosettes above the fireplace
The smell of perfume on my lapel
I am indifferent to a few
If the utter stretch of the heart succumbs
A camera hides his face
Silk air wraps my pampering
A vulture finishes of my ending
As I know not what to say
Just regret your primitive haste
Be with my soul endeavour
Lip reading while music enters without voice
Suffocating my nursery with many adults
To find the rightful owner of the correlation zombie
First you need to realise escape is always immanent
Pick up the dying swan and reach into his soul that’s fake
Taste and smell exchanging vibes of the transfer to the lake
When will the judge take time in his thoughts
As naked pirates drench insanity’s courts
Old brandy dreams of being sipped at eight
10,000th floor I fly to in my sleep till dawn
Moving objects in my mind in prime example
See my moods my needs my moves in sullen red
Extra-sensual visions reflect inside my head
Playboy 44 was once a timid sweet child
Neurotic attitudes make us even more scared
Diseases created can always be shared
Whatever we are given comes only from ourselves
Sex is palpable
Her eyes like tender children
But I taste her and I love
Years make moulds that break
Her tears requiem
Her sleep soft innate
Windows
The pastor reads out a sermon to the lost
A slight smile appears on the glass-stained image of God
St Peter makes up a new colour
He calls it the chase in the sky
Collapse
Shake leather till the chase becomes clear
Screens appear like tragic scenes
Blue skies peel for the peasant girl to see
Alive to be starved
Gabriel in arms white direct her to be free
Shivering floors of jewelled-swollen change
Saves her
Fall-out shelters exist for those clambering
Moving curtains
Wanting the reason for death to be clear
But accusations and want
Becomes lost ships to all that live near
Doors
Drink and let all those who lay in the snow have grace
Archers strewn the cavalry as they look for a way through
St David aligns new words
He appears to all the dead in their dreams
Real Gods and Angels peripheral slides
Only glimpse slight
To the chase
If we look out of sight
We miss the act to our sides
Let winds not seldom seen or felt barricade you
Be the naked sparrow in the sun
Clamber through hot tar to reach your goal
Unannounced and slightly bed-ridden I try to flee
Red linen on my tongue sour wine daydream rum
Otherwise Persian and beautiful
Tapestries of unknown days of old
Love liquid universal seeps from all our pores
Yellow parades almost knows my life
But is haste the spirit ploughs canvases worlds
I’m searching for the hill of cravings
It describes the way my yearns would feel
My youth is about to leave the room
Eloping to the cemetery
See the broken distance see it crawl
See the writing on the old chapel wall
Cut my throat with a quick and sharp reply
I need to be stared at from a distance by the devil
So I can finally stare him out
In a moment or a mime
You’ll catch the single thought in time
I’m still beating out of sync
Elaborate illusion confronts my voice
All the joy in the world hidden by riots and religion
But clear in the midnight sun
Irritating my sleep with gales
Could it be that I am stepping from the rain into the sleet
Both similar in question both aching at my feet
My solar plexus in agony turmoil
Arrows of annoyance splitting my aura
Is needed to cleanse my natural disorder
We live the yellow dreams inferno
See its fire with your make-up
Melting slowly with your face up
Old habits flying with the future birds
Never before have I noticed
Chalk drawings on the sheep
Watches from a shaman salesman sold to us in his sleep
Hair-cuts free for the blind
Roller-coaster sleeping pills
Drenching fast the doldrums I use
The time I see on windmills
Frivolous black taxis angling for flesh
From the dead bodies on the hill in mesh
Where gold and silver mushrooms near the woods
Bargain for and sell their books
While talking to the whispers
Tie the knot with your gloves off
A simple light and lovely fable
Children and a landscape
Disposable razors round the bath
She’s pregnant with the needs to suit
My stars said I would see some peace
But they lied with abundance again
Can the tornado cinema show us
Dimensions in passing
Eloquently put as houses break under the strain
Deeper naked the waters rising free
Crayon caramel speeding in the leopard’s foyer
Do you see my eye swell with ordinary tears
Reversal images explanation appear behind their own lies
While some watch the credits fly overhead
Justice decided individually in the tornado cinema
Southern Comfort on my lip
Listen to the want of roses
Flower shops in mists credit card evangelists
orgasmic inquiry Valentine
Ignorance and self pity is to man what wood is to the trees
Both created by themselves
Both growing in the breeze
Placid suicide awaits for the tide to take him home
Quirky cynicism crippled in his bones
Rescue the prophets their tents are paper
Hooks made from winter leaves
Tangerine in my stocking history in lost memory
Romantic plays continue
With sex in a moonlight surrender
Quirky cynicism
Snowballs returned to sender
Paramedics saving cells
On my way to the end of the tide
My vodka spits in sanitation
Notebooks and cigarettes
A temperamental ball-point
Idolised as I try to masturbate
Alone in a vile attempt to live
Turn off the descending smile
Please the mirror with a patient look
Stolen charm grown solid in the ground
Shops and pubs in polystyrene brick
Is drenched in tourists saliva and sweat
Patriotic camcorder is all around us
Cardboard cut-outs in the classroom
Sex in magazines vaginas and tools
Inside the advertising pages
We are all a bunch of fucking monarchs
Cloaked in town dwelling costumes
Drinking firewater and urinating in the streets
Tramps live slowly to death
Cabinet wallpaper smelling of royal weddings
Spout stale smoke milking the city air
All craves and graves on the sills of tower bins
The sugar in the flower bed hides
While a pusher makes a deal
My soul return to sender
Empty ovens in the bloodstream
A warm hand gentle on the face
The ground hums
Soft cushions blocking the sunlight
Black circles fight the fight
Take-away escapee runs in need
To his out-of-body flying kite
Count the dead and reminisce clarity
War heroin money for old rope
Scarves in summer write the plays
Subtle sex involuntary
Experiencing pleasure in the high dead
Lucidity stretching
Stretching substances they’d like to wed
Paradise sanctuary
Last night I was sad
This morning my bare emotion sobs in raw air
I can’t see any way out as I sit and watch the bottle stare
Killer bees in my hormones
Making me do thing I hate the most
Sex with oral indignities
Paint stripper breakfast
Last night I was begging
This morning my dignity speaks without voice
My calm behaviour resorts to holding me apart
Supervise your own desperation
Original after-shave lingers on the concrete
Thin dogs companion the tramp in all weathers
Misdirected banter is dished
His last thoughts touch his breath
As tramps live slowly to death
He writes with his finger in the dirt
I’m banned from describing the broken manual
Surface in a century with markings
From a vital experience
Calamity mirror
A table splinter as you wait for a drink
Savage mankind angry at itself
Your drink arrives
Not the putrid milk of conformity
Lakeside dreamers tolerate the other
Trees burning for the rich elder brother
Panoramic easing us slowly out to dry
Invisible water leaks in range.
The embryo strives to create insanity
Ash of thoughts dissolves
In what’s left of humanity
Lament for the puppet leader’s dreams
For the hanged teenager who lost the inner fight
For child dead in his mother’s womb
Lament for the weak and their brittle task
For the pouring shrouds
For all hysteria and sullen derision
Lament for the saga that’s been my portrait
For the cold salt we use for thrill
For the click of my lover’s camera
Digest these words resembling rocking horses
Stagnant in motion but lost in emotion
Mimic the amplifier as it spouts elation
She’s wearing blue dawn
As the crying tape unloads
Play the tape to the lady
Let it rinse her with voices of change
Water shapes her feet in mind
Her tears should encourage her greatly
Tattooed thighs in birth
A child’s canvas created
Poor education monkeys
They hung on small words
What was the plan
Blood stained canvas
Broken shelter 24
Work was soul desperation
Don’t slip on the hearing aids of the old
Brush clear forward
Calculators singing as condition hesitate beckons
Charcoal stamina on the wall
Treat the poor and kill the putrid stench of power
Empress premier in her suit of jewels
I sleep with paralysed surround
I scream to my brother in silence
I can relapse become what I see in the sun
Pink on the cover of a plan you made years ago
Municipal building for the factory crowd
Sanctuary for the hundreds bowed
Sinking slowly but I can’t see
Fashionable excuse for insanity
Chandeliers shining brightly
As I touch her hair very lightly
Piss on condition hesitate ridicule
Myopic tests show the psychic duel
Little does the dropout know he is in contention
Hell disrupted by prostitutes on discount
Lucid with eternal fright
Exploding the expanding universal
War in substance stare into cotton
See the already used punned
Elation of the clothes near the fake salty font
Hoaxes in books of doom
Irrefutable pollen stuffs up the many who pontificate
Red-faced drunks on the path
Written hypothermia
Mind the predicted endings
Kisses the girl that needs the hold of preservation
Cling film windows on a plane as it glows
Champagne strawberries in the breeze
From the what up to the sinking dry
Falling up to the climbing sky
Knights in silver paper fighting for maidens
From religious blind men who struggle to live
Near a sun-sponged hive
Open leather books on pages for the seekers
When the time arrives to live
I’ll be waiting with my bags
But living’s just another word
To describe my clothes as rags
I see lipstick and endings running through my dreams
Chasing all the demons from all my in-betweens
Disintegrate my self-esteem
I cry till it touches my feet
But I will not conform today
Rise and be counted on one hand
Those who love to scurry and sweat
Rise to a mark on the door
Those treated like a fresh new whore
Spoken like a true poet a man on a red wine binge
I accept your diamond ignorance
Unions are rich man’s puppets
Deliver them in brittle paper
I lick the stamp with obvious pity
For those who love the portrait
Youth and a hand of resignation
Live in the elation
Beauty in a fresh photograph to see and smell
I love the colour’s song
Many chords and overlords write in unison
Nothing is wrong
Never ever think that the ride comes to an end
Soft carpets wrap your inner soul never let them roll
Teachers by the bucket-load rejoice when summer comes
Capsules and paragraphs
But I see the funeral lurking under the bushes
I’m such a protagonist
Primed copper wire tracks my movement in the cold trench
The origin of glass face on the beach
Miracles tend to only seek the pure
I can’t abide
However much I try to hide
Hungry pale waiting in line
I feel I need to be sublime
Ignored scrawled a hiding gift
I am graffiti in a lift
Played sexed open to all
I tend to wounds I make and fall
Paper-cuts keep me awake
My youth kept alive in wine
Her porcelain smile roomed my mind
Seven waves of colour resolve
Rainbows painted then dissolved
I’ve lost my gravity
Perennial wasters on the door
In clouded glass I once restored
Her sound takes my away from all my kin
She’s underneath my splintered skin
Parade uniform knighted
And lips of white stone-faced illumine
Her collapse from soft thorns
And hearts rise up in my sin
I am but terrified
Splintered blood ashes to pale and sore
What I take and relay
What I choose to ignore
Waiting
Masturbating the devilry from my mind
My soft shirts deal my working debt
Warning tape parks my excuses
As I am always kind and inept
Islands mock my wonder in their single soaking ripe
I call to carpets to slowly soak
My clothes tend to see themselves
In all I climate and provoke
Auras sometimes lie
The fox I loved is dying in blood
Moulded to excuses
For I ease my hand with grass stains and release
Clamber within these salted wounds
See lightning burn and peel my soul
My beauty rises outwardly but inside I’m black as coal
Denoted smiles uncompromised
You see my lipstick vibrant red
As I lament to sick-faced peers
But inside I’m nearly dead
I sweat inside while I'm pulled to the gold
Polluted smelted as I’m told
In hell disrupted by the sun
Teutonic folds inside my mind
As people see me through the clay
I laugh and show a different face
Demons playing games
With my make-up and my flesh
My emotions bleed upon the hills
Through glass and wire mesh
You see what I pretend is me
Act of days drag me from this pretty role
Calling all the sisters to read my prayers
Sad faces still clear my mind
I’m crying and shaking on the stairs
I failed again to reach my time
Platinum light still far from grasp
My answer phone stays on silent
I feel I need to be bitten or dragged
Taken from my home with force
The ceiling gives way to my shoulder pressure
My eyes remain open for the plaster to burn
The wind mocks me with howling
The sun climes my skin in orange-red
A poet’s life is always growling
But I tend to anger in my head
Wild horses heal my growing fears
I see them gallop from my window
But when I delve to go outside
My swollen nerves are there on show
I need to hold my life
See it as I see the snow
Time to settle on the ground
As my universe is slow
I sit and listen to the daylight calling
Paper flowers dust the sideboard in print
I hear desire
She’s tasting my thought
She’s my fire my gas my flint
Clamber gentle stones to scrape the sky
Fields of ghosts firefly the horizon
Our skin defies the cold
The diary of a sinner chalk from a child
Both live and breathe the same life
Fate becomes diligent white and clear
Underneath wrapped ready and near
Snap shots of sea-beds
My camera tries to illuminate
The angles flashing
Adoring trees stretch out
Branches wide
They love attention
Damn climbing awaked
White sands warm the feet of tourists
As the foreign sun reds the sky
Everything lives and everything dies
Within this beautiful world
Through colourful eyes
Cold lakes they tease me
With noble swans and flying leaves
Near fields of Autumn bronze
Framed slices of land lay mantle-pieced
Showing mountains of snow and dry summer peaks
Pictures from life entwined in emotion
Delicate smiles reflecting devotion
Over the top and resting
I'm doing the worst I strive
Dust embodied little calm and sultry evolve
I sense all bullets as they arrive
Settle inside this tortured pin
Cenotaph and mistake
Telescopes rise fire even on the floor
It's ridden with my pain
Dead poets clamber a thought
Ploys my tasteless oats
Youth resign untold ghosts
Teeth seldom lay in thought
They just ache
Encrypted residue on the wake of the land
Lips and numb vision eclipses the pine
Weakened roses gnaw at my fingers
Humming tires they crush my line
Enlightened skills loom over my face
Rusty knights ripen my curses fold
Tis but a dark fiend that feels my soul
Leaves my heart out in the cold
Red parallel and flight benign
Loping in the toned sea alight
Lust continues to ripple through
Upon my hand insipid fringes I tend to see
Knighted rhyming inks my day
Illumines deploy harming old and young
Filth surrenders but from the lack of pain
Under dark duress I seep and kneel
It can only be my face again
I am intolerant flippant to the extreme
Degree inept how can we relate
Pestilence broken phones fermented clones
Hysteria painted mayhem and skills
Do the ones who tender to those
To those seeping into blinded rivers
See reality lucid and out of control
Just in time
Naked planes split my reach in half
I was sending my past to be counted and marked
Admirals tell me how hunters won the one
But I’ve clambered black bins up-turned and parked
Unseen trip sand slips into a vein I never used
My stance is shattered by future ice on her way
I try to act as though I know what to do
Jails just mock me as I try snap my back and stay
Hounded letters appear on my keyboard
I’m trying to strip a second a century
Perverted democracy
Working prime exercise seems to leave quickly
Why do I masturbate the body to the lull
Ordinance tracks my shoes as they sink deeper
Lullabies wreck havoc on our schools
Save me from the up and coming
I can notice genius in any fool
But it’s clouded by their dumbing
I’m down for the count
Edited indebted inebriated relative opinion second dominion
A lesson of classless fools
Cartoon band-wagon's playing
I am Southdown and dying to know
What cherries will fruit this late summer show
Hiding in grass my pen pals say
I am the creator of all that I do
I see Goldstone and quiver
As I cradle my poverty
Wait for his call
Stone-circles crumble and fall into dust
So cradle my thought
Parade like a madman
I’ve never known the century
To ride upon my back
Of all my endless triumphs hiding on the racks
Guided by the whitened rocks that shimmer by the sea
I hear the century calling but I never hear its plea
Panic in the shadows
Of the Devil and his aid
Test God on all his trades
Through the presentation of Angels one seeks solace
But with open despair I hear that
Prestige is gallant in her trial
Nervously twisting hair into awkward curls
Foreign never orphaned except in my past life
A scene of a man and silhouette
Devil’s make-up on the landscape
Never to be shown
But a common gentle side is their saviour
The one feeling elated
Play the unturned earth to all the rest
Left to strip morality
A strange pain identifies itself
Rock the boat weak commands
Ever the purist loses his lands
Fear stretches religious shite
We lose our heads in the middle of night
We all become addiction insane
To a common gentle side
Fuck the optimist that must be dumb
A mammoth of a task
Resonate the upturned mark
In all that I would ask
Innocence in a sense pestilence
Summer Sunday fell to the ground
Always enclosed with a naked shroud
My years resume all it’s torture
In a grey world I was dared to touch
I just retire to my own medication
I live life with a touch of insanity
My simple kind of profanity
Calm blue dawn arrives sunshine on her skin
Indian bajans on a cenotaph
People on the bandstand react
Nobody crawls to the perfect guru
Nothing is ever created or destroyed it only exists
Man neither lives nor dies he only exists
We are water
You may enter all the decent roles
Hounds and horses still create fear
Gold and silver across the ground
Under bridges I would swear
Shadowed stones hide all of the answers
Smoke depression gathers round you
Soaks into your skin and aching bones
Feel this quiet sudden thought
When the subway echoes ringing phones
Cheap young girls in telephone diaries
Water and polystyrene cups
Mandates and broken pencils
If my mountain of worry decides a path
I’ll follow a route to clear it all
A diet of only water
But with that I might just slip and fall
The ripples on a wall
They tend to sometimes call
Wallpaper ghosts and history makers
Chipping away at the movements I make before them
My guru by the screen
Home-grown sunshine starts his decent into madness
Sending choirs to warm our night
Beauty unfolds her single note
Suppression of energy to see ourselves in our light
Far too sensual far too weak
Near to all my limits
I’m still awake
Escape the covered office
The halo has slipped round your neck
Society chokes your will away
Insane slightly but up for a fight
Drag down her fences
With my world on bonfires of roses
I understand nothing
Uniforms parade wheels
Gangs of slaves cause interruption to the game
My will is dying my table turns to ashes
I’ve found the way to a promised calm land
From velvet thoughts of the girl you love
Ecstasy rides inside without pills
I love her she passes my heartbeat
From my soul up to my mind
From my fingers to the stone
Mosquitoes on their birthday celebrate in a windmill
Got a day inside my book set aside
I love her she carries my child from my blood to my cries
Maybe my next life will be different
A work of art unfinished
Or a small country learning
Fog-horns make me sleep into slumber
Children paint inside a thousand colours
A pretence of joy naked in thoughts
Flutter in the gutter silly fools
117 Angels cascading overhead
Breathing life below to all the newly dead
My mind is clear my mind elapses
Ghosts float across the dew’s synapses
I’m thinking with a splinter in my side
I’m thinking with a fool by my side
Fighters take babies to hide and mould
Follow birds to cages broken
Orphans line the streets of London
Guitars on urine floors
Vagrants and white-lightning
Bitten nails in silhouette
Laughter in an empty box
How does it feel to taste the air
Selling windows endlessly
Taxi-cabs and falling kites
There’s more for us to see and be
Once upon another time
I slept a lucid dream for the sun
I slept a lucid life till one
