You are the Positive,
And I am the Negative,
And Opposites Attract,
I'll Magnetise,
Your Electric Eyes,
And Together We'll React.

*Reworked April 2011

Life's Better When You're Dreaming
Of a Transcendental World
With Deliverance and Freedom
Under a Sky of Neon Pearls,
Where the Populace are Former Loves
All Gathered in the Clouds
And Lend an Ear, for Bygone Cheer
So Memoirs can be Ploughed.

Life's Better When You're Dreaming
Of Archaic Silver Screen
Parading Lavish Garments
And Conversing with James Dean,
Where Bowler Hats are Stock Attire
And Pea-coats Line the Hall
And Champagne Flutes, Say 'Fill your Boots'
To an Infinite Curtain Call.

Life's Better When You're Dreaming
Of a Ride on the Good Ship Hope
With Secret Codes and Yellow-bricked Roads
And ***** with the Pope,
Where Lotus-eaters Man The Decks
And White Rabbits Scale the Mast
We'll Sail Away, On a Tranquil Day
And Pervade the Ocean Vast.

Life's Better When You're Dreaming
Of Unblemished Skin and Bone
On a Bed of Fragrant Petals
On which Countless Seeds are Sewn,
Where Laborious Figures Embrace as One
Compelling Magnets to Concede
And Music will, Amuse them 'till
They Repeat the Final Scene.

Life's Better When You're Dreaming
That all the World's a Stage
And that Pair are a Distant Footnote
On the Thirty Thousandth Page,
Where the Cast are Poised in Waiting
And the Finale is About to Start
They Take a Bow, And this Tells Me How
I Came to Play this Part.

*December 2010 (Completed April 2011)

When the Bracing Bite, Leaves a Pearly Cloak
O'er Cities and the Sea,
Recollect the Magic, Penned in the Stars
And the Gift of Nativity

December 2010

Skin as White as Winter Snow
Legs as Boundless as the Sea,
Stationed in Venice or Bordeaux
From Blue-collar to Bourgeois.
Hair is Chic, Yet not Pristine
Soft and Cropped and Fine,
Cheekbones High a Distinct Ravine
Embellished by a High Neckline.
Undefined Peaks and Troughs  
Cumbersome and Lank,
Garnished in the Finest Cloth
Awash with Unassuming Swank.

Miss Androgynous hear my call
For I've Become a Virile Gent,
I Yearn for your Unwieldy Frame
That God in Heaven Sent

February 2011

A Victorian Girl, with eyes forlorn
Wild and elusive since the day she was born
Her features smattered with a blanket of tears
From barbaric acts exposed through the years
Through **** and pillage she never would yield
Some hailed her as foolish as her fate was sealed

She trekked for miles with liberal endeavour
Innocence and intrigue in equal measure
Till she encountered a fellow who furnished the chance
And brandished a languishing olive-like branch
He beckoned her forth with ravishing guile
Bearing pomp and splendor and a fraudulent smile

In mounting the stallion, the deal was done
As the lecherous libertine embodied the pun
He savagely severed her ivory threads
And fiercely penetrated the pallid *******
With a barrage of torment unduly unleashed
A Victorian girl, morosely deceased.

*(September 2010)

You watched your life, Flickering through the trees
I heard your pain, Whistling in the breeze
You were only seventeen, Curiosity in reams

The wood was the place, where you were misinformed
You were naive, I'll shelter you from the storm
You were only seventeen, Curiosity in reams

It is time you stood against the treachery and grime
You lost your innocence but soon the bells will chime
Please open up your heart because loving is not a crime
And just maybe one day you will be free,
I know someday you will be free

You bore that child, Sent her out into the world
Make sure she is safe, Like a sail that has been furled
She will soon be seventeen, Let her follow all your dreams,

And let your tarnished halo gleam.

Then she will be free,
Then you will be free

*(September 2010)

There Is Something About The Way You Speak
That Makes You Queen Of Hearts
You Have Peered Through The Looking Glass
And Have Come To Play That Part

We Kick And Punch Like Siblings
We Are Two Cards In A Pack
I Dig Your Heart Out With My *****
You're The Queen, And I'm The Jack

*(July 2010)