my prey eyed girl
you'll come to know
the times of end
no place to go

you'll run uphill
and over coals
the air that chokes
and lava scalds

when the hounds
from hell arise
the face of heaven
it's disguise

with bites upon
the softest skin
poison pulsed
and flows within

forever run
and don't look back
what lies behind
black maniac

just look for light
for all you can
the devil smiles
that heaven man

run to me
fly so far
take my word
your Savior

to heal the bite
the bitter sting
love only saves
peace conquering

pinions gate
placed under wing
your freedom song
forever sing

Hey Johnny where are you now?
You left, and never came back, just like you said you would.
And now i have heard that you died, my Darling.

You were always my Darling, and i was always your 'little bit of fluff'
And if what they say is true, i know you'd be ****** as all hell if you ended up in heaven, because hell was always more your style.

But i do hope, if you are in heaven, that it's a heaven made just for you.
I reckon they would have a jukebox that only played Kansas and the Eagles, beautiful women and had Stella and black on  tap.
Oh and a GPZ1100, with no speed limit..
And you know what i mean by that.. you little ****.
You'd be in heaven.. oh the irony

You were the first person i told that i like girls too.
I told you i love their softness, there beauty, their curves, their taste,
the way they taste like me, feel like me, are soft like me and that i had *** while watching a video on MTV with girls singing in the swimming pool.
You said you needed a minute to think about things...
for a very long time.. in the bathroom... on your own..

Your tattoos were beautiful, covering you from head to toe.
My favorite one was the pirate that your friend Pervy Pete did
while he was baked, it was meant to be Long John Silver, but it looked like your Nan.

You gave me my first snakebite and took me to my first gig.
Wembley... Metallica.. ****** out of my head..
Best night ever..
probably.

I taught you how to crochet and you let me paint your toenails..
only the once. And you taught me how to whistle with my fingers.
In the end you told me to shut the **** up, because any minute now a whole **** heard of sheep dogs are going to come running over the hill, and **** us both.

I held your spanners, sat on a crate and had fork oil, all over my summer dress. You said it was a good look on me and i told you that you were beautiful. You smelt of sweat and juniper oil and i could have *** from that smell alone.

Your eyes were the same brown as mine, you used to put your face so close to mine so i could see myself in your eyes. I only wish you could have seen yourself through mine.

If we had ever been together, i would have wanted to have saved you.
And i would have too.
But you didn't want to be saved.
I would have spent my whole life trying. You said you would have hated yourself, to have been the one to have killed me like that.

In my heart we will always be. I knew you loved me because, while i slept in your arms on the way back from the Bulldog Fest, you whispered it to me.

Good bye and sweet dreams my tattooed greasy biker.. my Darling.

I'm grateful you never found out about the life i had without you.
You would have killed him.

There's this crazy little word
floating all about
inside my fuzzy ol' head
and it's dooing that pitter patty pat thing
to my silly old heart

and it's awhispering sweetly
little puffs of breath
whispering all magical
to my pink and glitter heart

"Shhh now silly,
stop and listen.
look silly heart,
look inside and you'll see

you feel that pitter patty pat thing?
well, you know when that happens, you're a gonna
it's that crazy little thing that's ahappening to your heart
the thing that's made of always, the thing that's made of forever
you feels it dontcha?
the pitter patty pat thing?

well, i'm afraid i hafta tellya
that that floaty little word
that's messin with your fuzzy little head
and dooing that pitter patty patting on your silly old heart
*is called love"

Sort of xylophone trumpity music

"Space, the final front ear..
These are the voyages of the star ship Compromise,
it's five or six year mission: to explore strange new worlds
or just look at them from the safety of the Captain's bridge.
To seek out new life and new civilizations.. or not.
To boldly go where no man..
or woman or person or ummm.. cat .. has gone before..

que wirly singy music and twirl about the living room*

Or we could just stay at home, playing Pokemon go.. ?
either way i'm good.

I painted a new story
upon an untouched canvas

my own hands coloured
outside of the lines
and filled the walls
with a rainbow of colour

ridding me gladly
of the the fear,
the injustice

breaking the gibbet
from where i hung

giving me a salvation
from the spewing mass
of your bile

in simple water colours
my soul was healed

my heart reached out
and painted itself violet
wiping away my tears

while indigo
made me once more
complete

blue drowned your words
and they sunk
into the watery deep

green untied,
removing the shackles
and setting me free

yellow lifted my heart
filling it with the happiness
it so craved
giving an abundance
of peace

orange purged the venom
that was bitten into my skin
kissing the scar
that now marks your presence

and red

RED

Red was Glorious.

Red..
the scarlet fire burns
sears  
and refines

making me stronger
than i have ever been

and here i stand
offering you my light
for it to shine so brightly
that your steps
may never falter

may it give you comfort
in times of grief
and love
in times of loss

i send it as both
a wish
and a hope

for i feel deep
within my heart
all that you feel
in the very depths
of yours

i see your need
feel my love

may it lead you
through the bleak
of your darkness

may it
stay you
when all else
seems
lost