The world is made of such moments
Where darkness pales to grey
Where silence falls blithe, defying pretence
Leaving heartache's sun-stroked remains
Fending alone through the chatter
Morning coffee and afternoon tea
Still the solstice is enduring, til later
To inflame the nightmare debris
Our worth is made of such laments
Where reverie cradles our dreams
Fears fall foul, despair stagnant
And while seeking we seem not to see
Fun is disowned amid the clutter
Synthetic sin bred of sultry sinew
Darkness dread-drenched, yet unmuttered
We fall into the follies of our muse
crowded ageless underclass.
kids, scene and not heard
whispering, wantonly
'come, see what's absurd'
listless and lonely
hurling ash passions at Her.
whispering, wantonly
'come, see what's absurd'
listless and lonely
hurling ash passions at Her.
the devil's diet.
the psalm lies light in your palm
knelt neatly beneath the knell
thrust into the hurt & harm
dwelt in a halcyon hell
knelt neatly beneath the knell
thrust into the hurt & harm
dwelt in a halcyon hell
the angel's grimace, the death beneath the glee.
the glitter in the gutter.
dancing destitute against a definite death
with song in heart
& sling in hand
Death dwells upright against my eye
while guile kneels beneath the lies
dancing destitute against a definite death
with song in heart
& sling in hand
Death dwells upright against my eye
while guile kneels beneath the lies
word warrior.
pressed praying against an unfurling inferno
deathly aghast as the botched & debauched
grind grain on groin,
sullying souls for sustenance
only screams pervade this scarlet age-
"be worrier nor warrior
starlit sire nor seer
furrow futures fullsome
with wanton wiles, while
crueltors crave cries of sons
dying desolate & wild"
deathly aghast as the botched & debauched
grind grain on groin,
sullying souls for sustenance
only screams pervade this scarlet age-
"be worrier nor warrior
starlit sire nor seer
furrow futures fullsome
with wanton wiles, while
crueltors crave cries of sons
dying desolate & wild"
Time's Burden
What will become of us-
When Youth passes us on-
What will become of our glee-
And endless dreams-
When Time has wrought them dry-
When age has sallowed our Love-
And rendered Lust a miser-
Sense affronted our gangs of Lies-
And censured Them on us-
Will we sing- With focused hearts-
Or touch as tender- As before-
Will we sink- Amid the ashes-
Or limp- Ill-willed- Back for More-
When Youth passes us on-
What will become of our glee-
And endless dreams-
When Time has wrought them dry-
When age has sallowed our Love-
And rendered Lust a miser-
Sense affronted our gangs of Lies-
And censured Them on us-
Will we sing- With focused hearts-
Or touch as tender- As before-
Will we sink- Amid the ashes-
Or limp- Ill-willed- Back for More-
Innocent (in a sense)
Dream of me, please!
Dream of a happiness; of a bright new sin!
Dream, my love -- Dream us up --
A world rich in everything!
Oh, wish me a symphony!
Wish me a rainbow racked with colours so bright!
Wish me this, my One -- For we'll soon become --
Ingredients in our own delight!
Dream of a happiness; of a bright new sin!
Dream, my love -- Dream us up --
A world rich in everything!
Oh, wish me a symphony!
Wish me a rainbow racked with colours so bright!
Wish me this, my One -- For we'll soon become --
Ingredients in our own delight!
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