Skin
Still sensing
Still sore
                                     From scratches
Still sensitive

To sound
Like shockwaves                                  E    D   N
                                                          S    N    I     G

Repeated
Repeated

******* ******* ******* *******

Sensations of

V I B R A T I O N
H Y D R A T I O N

                                    Tongue torn
                                          Sore
From tickling licking
                                          Skin with sharp
                                                                           E
                                                                           D
                                                                           G
                                                                           E
                                                                           D stubbles
Sore *******
        ******* sore from
                                      Hardening
                              From bites
                      And from
                                       Fingertips fondling

And sore muscles
Aching from f
                         l
                            e
                               x
                            i
                        n
                    g
     Arching

                     Repeated contraction contraction
                                                                                      X
CONTROL                                                            A
                                                                        M
                                                                  I
                                                         L
                                     of      C

Fire

Sore sensitive
Succulents
Sore from oscillation
                                    Provocation
Still soaked
In saps
             D  R
                     I
                     P
                     P
                     I
                     N
                     G
                             Devilish desire

The mind's eye
Sore
From mimicking
                                Mo ve ments
Imprinted
                  In memory
                                       Driving me

MAD

I want more...

She waits for him
Behind closed doors
And lace covered windows

She waits in heels
Perfect hair and makeup
And nothing else

She waits for him
To open the door
And enter her fantasy

She waits for him
To acknowledge his mistress
And give into this

She is patient
Her whip will tell him the rules
And make him beg

She is treacherous
In her beauty
And her skills

She waits for him
And here he comes
I can hear footsteps in the hall...

I declare
A war
On your senses
Your thoughts
Your being
Your soul
.
I will haunt you
Play tricks on your
senses
Possess your mind
With images
Flashes of could be
Memories
And vivid
Oh so vivid dreams

I will bind you
Capture your spirit
Fixate your soul
In passion
Unfulfilled
yearning

Like you did
Me

There once was this place called the Corner
Attracting each poet and mourner
It would seem like the place
Where lyrics of grace
And beauty would make them feel warmer


But sadly the Corner would swarm
With predators seeking to warm
Their oversize egos
And feed their libidos
With chatting up girls as their form


As their poetic skills would deflate
They would rather on *** concentrate
So their primitive verse
Became far more perverse
When their  critics would start to debate

They wear masks
For beauty
Their faces painted white
With leaded powder
Lips and cheeks blushed
And watery eyes
They bleed
To become pale
Swallow arsenic
For that feverish blush
And they dance
In corsets
Laced up tight
So their ribs will bend
For beauty
Of cultivation

They wear masks
And they dance
To hide their nature
They wear patches
To cover up the cracks
The scars
The undesirable
real skin

I met her at the library

She was wandering the aisles

As usual

Browsing for a friend

It was her favourite place

But she was crying

Silently at first

She pulled out random books

Opened them and threw them

Increasingly violent

She emptied the shelves

screaming

She finally collapsed

In a pile of books

All empty

What would Adam have done
Had he spotted the snake?
Would he have cut off its tongue
To prevent the mistake?

Would the world still be bliss
Had our Eve not been tempted?
Was there something she'd miss
Which the snake just preempted?

What would Eden have looked like today
Had it not been for apples and lies?
Would we never have been lead astray
And thus never have found our demise?

What would Adam have done
Had he known
That the tree in the middle meant light
Cast 'pon business that was not his own
And forever filled dreams with fright?

Dried youth
Peels off
My face

Like paper
Memories
Of touch
Of years
And beauty
Past

My daughter
The superhero
Just told me
How she made
The London Eye
Out of helicopters
With their rotors
Broken off
And a gigantic wheel
Much bigger
Than herself

Of course
It's much bigger
Than her
She's only 4 ;)

And I awoke
As if from a dream
Of perfect happy people
Living perfectly happy lives
In their perfect houses
With their perfectly tended gardens
And their perfect unmoving faces

I awoke in a strange
Yet familiar place
With lively and friendly people
Living crazy but funny lives
In their untidy houses
With their weedy and overgrown gardens
And their warm and welcoming faces

I awoke happy
To escape the horrible dream
Of that land where I didn't belong
Where I constantly slipped
On smooth surfaces
Cracking my own varnish
And thus letting the poison in

I awoke
in a place of merry forgetfulness
Where the crisis could not reach
Through the barricades of community
Hammered up with fluid nails
And jolly storytelling
Of a distant but beautiful land
With perfect and happy people

I awoke
feeling strangely at home
Though an alien, treated like family
No strings, no expectations
I awoke and was recognised
By strangers but friends of my soul
I awoke this morning
Never wanting to sleep again

First you need  to learn that they are blocks

compressed meaning and solid like rocks

individual meaning expressed

but combined a new thought is expressed

with a suffix sometimes they merge

and become other classes of words

thus relate becomes rela -tion and added a ship

to relate something becomes rela-tion-ship

the prefixes un-, post-, and de- , be-,for-, and  re-

alter words and direction, you see

but the real tricky thing

is keeping  track of the strings

of meaning and  –fixes, and inflectional endings

The silence
in words never uttered
never written

The absolute absence
of words

It is frightening up there
Everything is flooded in light
Every ripple gets magnified

And they're all bound
By a strange force
To keep them all
From floating
Sharp edges on everything
To cut and bruise
Blood falls like rain
And leaves evidence
Like permanent shadows
On the ground

Even light is cut up
Shades with razor sharp edges
Divide the surface world
And harbour fear
Of what may lurk
Inside darkness
And underneath

So, I choose to dive
To live below the surface
Where masks dissolve
Where contours are blurred
And gravity doesn't pull
Enough to break the flow
Of liquid dreams

It is dark down here
But it's safe
Light shafts don't get far
Sounds are but muffled cries

Here rules only instinct
Urges to follow primal pulls
Instinct lets me slither
Swim in the dark currents
Fearing nothing
But nets cast from the surface

My heart races
still
it hasn't come down
From its trip
adventure                                                                            
to the skies
the moon
another dimension

It races
still
It pounds
It quivers
as you reject me
deflate me
humiliate me
For thinking
For dreaming
For wishing
you wanted me
needed me
was bound to me

too

there used to be
tunnels
private pathways
in the dark
there used to be
secretly links
for starved souls

there used to be

tunnels
suddenly flooded
caved in
on the souls
and disappeared

there used to be
secrets

I remember
a bud between my lips
lighting it
inhaling the danger
the rush
invading my veins

I remember
everything

fever is back
it never stays away long
it never truly lifts
it has found me
open

He takes it all in
He inhales
The poison
The misery,  the despair
All in one breath
And without a filter
Then resigns
He lets it all float
Because he cannot
Change
Anything
It seems

You bind me
You tie me in a dream
You find me
You seek me out in the crowd and
Blind me
You fixate me
You put a blindfold on me and
Lead me astray
You tease me
You pass me pleasures and
Take them away
You observe me
You watch me wreathe and yearn
You create me
You might even break me and
Pick me right up
You make me
You deal the cards so I can play
with you

A dead sun lingers
On a darkened sky
A petrified landscape awaits me
As I set out to search the wastelands
Alone

The ground beneath me
Feels unstable
Acidic pits burn my feet
I try not to fall
Down

Night falls moonless
The stars also fail to show
And then comes the rain
Pours in sideways
Makes sheltering impossible
Futile

Like a drunken madwoman
I roam the empty streets
Of once magnificent cities
Vacant windows stare
As I pass them in
Shame

I search the ruins
For possible forgiveness
A single grain of hope
To feed my starving
Soul

I cry for help to no one
Write my confession on every wall
No one hears, no one cares
I let it all happen
Now no one is here to give me
Absolution

I see a tree in mid field
Charred like the rest
Of the cursed place
It still offers shade and a base
For narrative
Stability

I  always wear red...

Tonight I bleed
I make myself a
Dazzling crimson dress
Of blood
From random
Self-inflicted wounds

Tonight I bleed
My tears are red
From the blood spilled
When I tore your heart out
And threw it on the floor
I should have cried
Long time ago

Tonight I bleed
And I share the wounds
With you
We cut ourselves
To match
And once again feel
Connected

Tonight I bleed
My blood spills on
Treacherous paper
Dangerous paper worlds
They flood
They are destroyed

I always wear red...

I built a paper world
He helped me
He flew my paper planes
And let me dive from them
Onto a paper lake
He took me hiking in paper mountains
Seduced me in a paper cabin
And left me high
Lying on the paper floor

I built a paper world
He helped me
He drew my images
He filled my pen
But a storm arose
Carried off our paper world
And blew it into the fire
Torched it
Now it's gone.

I sat there
Dumbstruck
With awe
And Headless
Admiration
At the pool
A mercury mirror
I saw myself
In your reflection
Like a statue
Of lost youth
Motionless
Paralysed
Grounded
Like the flower
White and pure
Pretty and Poisonous

I sat there
Waiting
For the reflection
To come alive
For me to touch
Youth
And I sat there
Oblivious
Of the world
Around us
Until I could not feel
Anymore

I
I am in
sin
in absence
in simile
in a simulacrum
of simulation

In simulation
lies my sin
my string of simulations
of conversations
relations
with a simile
another simulacrum
of him

Peaceful lush garden
Man and woman innocence
Naively content

Woman unnoticed
Wanders the garden alone
Serpent slithers in

Provocative snake
Challenging teasing reptile
Promising insight

Words of seduction
Spider web weaving forked tongue
Beware of his fangs!

Magnificent tree
The centre of the garden
A fruit is missing

Sweet rush of sugar
Instant awareness of self
No more innocence

Man wakes from slumber
Woman is hiding the snake
But the serpent bites

Venomous passion
Serpent's words linger in dreams
Vibrant images

Woman blunders once
Secrets revealed in silence
Tears repress anger

Fruit offered as truce
Passion shared beyond the dawn
Fruit still forbidden

Man suddenly saw
A snake's tail around her thigh
Was passion a lie?

Slithering away
The serpent had done his task
He was satisfied

Spoken violence
Darkness swallowed the garden
Knowledge was hurtful

Garden gates closed
Knowledge cannot be erased
Cherubs remind them

Woman remembers
blissfully lucid words
And the taste of fruit

Infinite sadness
Knowledge demands reflection
She cannot go back

Something about
A cashmere coat
Over a skirt
Over knee stockings
To warm long legs
Lipstick blush
And hair like flames
All red
To capture attention
In daylight
Traffic

a proper heretic
she tried to save the unworthy
believed they had potential
and she even healed her opponents

she took disciples
who would gladly spread her words
before her allies
burned her at the stakes

I am kissing you
Right now
As you read

Our lips touch gently
Then again
Repeatedly

You smile

I feel your touch
Right now
As I write


Your hands slide under my dress, gently
Then again
Repeatedly

This dream is real

Numb from winter's chill
She set out one morning
Seeking adventure's thrill
She ignored all forewarning

The pale sunlight shone
Like ladders down the trees
The beasts of the night had gone
replaced by the humming of bees

Her path was well prepared
She knew where she wanted to go
Not knowing though if she dared
Her paces had started to slow

The cracking sound of a branch
Made her startle and give up a cry
Continued as if in a trance
But a tear had appeared in her eye

Such forceful gravitational pull
That place in the forest presented
Even though her life was full
That power was unprecedented

It grabbed her without a warning
Twisted and bent her thought
Midnight replaced the bright morning
Her captor she never fought

Though strange and slightly deform
His presence itself was enough
His touch was a violent storm
Soon her old self she would slough

Totally transformed she was
When they found her the next day
Her hands had turned into claws
And her soul had been taken away

For months she had fertilised
watered, toiled for and nurtured
a seed meant for greatness

In a matter of minutes it would show
the fruit, the final test
a display of their labour's worth

They were celebrating
in lofty halls
and carpeted offices
with wine flowing
thick and red
when the bombs fell
to finally **** him
rid the world of his tyranny
of ideas
of meaning

they were celebrating
and toasting
to freedom
and democracy
with structures disintegrating
in every corner
when it finally hit them
that he wasn't coming back
to save them
this time

I want to tan
I want to sit in the hot mid day sun
and install a sunbed
to add that extra crisp
to my birth marks
when I fry

I want to pop pills
I want to do hallucinative drugs
like mushrooms or acid
and gamble with my mental health
because I can
it is mine to waste

I want to smoke
I want to inhale the perfume
of cancer
and begin self-destruction
my own revolution
in small steps

Recursion

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I woke up this morning
Needing to get out
I heard the day cry for my company
And my heart longing to reply
So I got up and grabbed my coat
The night was hardly dawning
When I heard somebody shout
Or was it some thing taunting hungrily
From the woods or my head know not I
But my mind was quite afloat

He sat there waiting patiently
For me to walk the path
I tucked my coat around me
In the chilling morning air
But I walked along so eagerly
As if I strode from wrath
And like a flame so easy to see
Around my head flowed my crimson hair

Not far had I come into the wild
Before I felt something near
A pair of eyes watching my every move And his hot predator's breath
I had heard the warnings as a child
Yet I did not encounter fear
As he his cover did remove
And promised me virtual death

He grabbed me by my pounding wrist
And dragged me into his lair
So damp, dangerous and dark
And there he let me laid me down
He tied me so I could not resist
And numbed me with his stare
His weapon all ****** made a mark
On my coat and my morning gown

He ate me until there was nothing left
And I saw myself from up high
I went to the woods to find my truth
And so I found the beast
I went without worries of **** or theft
And I welcomed him with a sigh
The potency of his violent youth
I invited him to feast.

She had tried to grow them
For years she had watched others
How they had theirs
Bloom
But nothing happened in her
Windowsill

Now they sat there
Beautiful and vibrant
For all to admire
Through her window
Forever perfect
Sewn
Not grown

When the sun in the sky projects
Its fabulous beams of light
I am able to view Earth's beauty
Which is hidden from me at night

So I watch her each day in awe
Of the beauty which light reveals
And I dread the darkened hours
When the night my sweet image steals

But I have a plan stored in my mind
Of a way to make sure that I keep
Having access to images clear
Of my love even when she's asleep

I shall go to that wheel in the sky
And bring back its forceful light
I shall give to my love precious fire
And never again fear the night

Help me, Helios! Give me your source
to illuminate all with its glow
Help me! Get down to Earth with the spark
So the secrets of night I shall know

Here you are,  my love,  here is your fire
I will ask you to kindle its flame
I shall sit here and watch as you sleep
And the world will remember my name

But the gods are not happy at all
They come knocking as soon as they learn
That their celestial privilege is taken
To inferior beings unearned

They'll want their revenge for my crime
So they'll put me in chains on a rock
With an eagle forever to pick
At my liver each day at at always o'clock

I do this
I need to
I need this
This line
I walk
I write
I bleed
Pictures
I balance
I challenge
Words
I give life
I breathe
I leave
Trace
I live
In footprints
Mental vestiges
I offer
Images
Images
Images
Images
Simulacra
Beyond
And on
Edge
I don't cross

At some point
Everything vanished
In two dimensions
Lives
Lines
Converged
And vanished

The past
The road travelled
Is still visible
But there is nothing
Beyond
Vanishing point

He couldn't cross
When he finally wished
To go back
Trapped
he realised
That what he had sought
He had left
On the other bank
And the bridge he had kept
was gone

Immortal
In a shiny new car
Speeding through life
In the endless night
Of newfound freedom

Blinded by crystalline stars
And spellbound by the rhythm
Of a well oiled engine
He did not see the lights
Nor hear the hearts around him

Feeling only euphoria
Eventually
He crashed into them
Ego first
Smashing their civilised dreams

The word lover

Is all

Is beautiful

Emerges on soft sheets

Gentle to touch

Soars

Takes refuge

Among plain words

Caresses

Persuades

Seduces

Haunts

Words

Dream

Activa­tes vibrant

Lucid

Imagination

Gains access to

The essence of

[   ]

He left the stage

Quietly

But with a last

Theatrical bow

His fan body applauded

And then there was silence

He had been colossal

A god among his peers

Creating magnificent pathways

To hidden desires

And they had loved him

He had been a master

Of magical words and mirrors

An illusionist

He entered the stage

Victorious

Ready to receive his applause

But his tricks were old

And his faithful fans

were younger than his children

He had been great

But he had to leave

His words still

Echo at the Odeon

I watched him wait in the sunlight

October had nearly passed

and the light had turned the whole world golden

I watched him wait on a bench in the golden sunlight

a majestic construction towering in the background

a rusty golden

I watched him wait for me on a bench in the golden light

his hair still dark but greying at the temples

his skin momentarily golden in the October sunlight

I watched him wait for me on a bench in the golden Paris sunlight

a rusty golden

I paused

took a mental picture of him on the bench in the golden October sunlight

with the Eiffel Tower in the background

He had remembered

Then I smiled and left

I  am the wind
Your mistress
I am a gentle breeze
Playing with your senses
Calling you outside
Whispering promises
Of changing tides

I am the wind
A rough Northern gale
Chilling to the touch
But nature's powerful tool
I turn the oceans
I stir up pools of stale water

I am a violent storm
A fire breathing dragon
I make forests
And dry plains burn
I bring the thunder and the rain
And the air
To kindle your flame

I am the wind
Your mistress
Calling out your name
I am the wind
Commanding
Come meet me outside
Let me touch your face
Let me whisper secrets
As I blow through your chimes

I am the wind
Your mistress
I am the air
I allow you to breathe
I allow your fire to burn
I am the wind
Can you feel me?

I decide
Your fate

I danced with him
Then
A passionate tango
Upon literary waves
And he dipped me
Baptised me in crimson
Cascades of digital blood

We danced
For weeks
Barefoot
On perilous paths
Tearing feet and hearts
With our cheap glass broken
Promises

We drank words
In long daughts
Poisonous honeydew poetry
From my voluntarily
Ripped out heart
Until it broke
And the words spilt
Onto the ground
Where they mixed
With the tears of my love
And were thus diluted
And lost

Empty,
forgotten
and totally overgrown
as if nature
is taking it back
from the town
it used to belong to

Broken
eyes stare
through glass tears
scouting for strangers
and lost children
looking for a place
to hide

Secret
hollow
beneath floors
someone once
left behind  
to be found
maybe

The pale sunlight shone
Like ladders down the trees
The beasts of the night had gone

replaced by the humming of bees

Moþor hogaþ
Þæt þu
Þæs wuduwealdes cræft
Oferfarene

Her path was well prepared
She knew where she wanted to go

Not knowing though if she dared

Her paces had started to slow

Moþor hogaþ
Þæt þu
Þæs wuduwealdes cræft
Oferfarene

The cracking sound of a branch

Made her startle and give up a cry

Continued as if in a trance
But a tear had appeared in her eye

Moþor hogaþ
Þæt þu
Þæs wuduwealdes cræft
Oferfarene

Such forceful gravitational pull

That place in the forest presented

Even though her life was full
That power was unprecedented

Moþor hogaþ
Þæt þu
Þæs wuduwealdes cræft
Oferfarene

It grabbed her without a warning

Twisted and bent her thought

Midnight replaced the bright morning
Her captor she never fought

Moþor hogaþ
Þæt þu
Þæs wuduwealdes cræft
Oferfarene

Though strange and slightly deform
His presence itself was enough

His touch was a violent storm

Soon her old self she would slough

Moþor hogaþ
Þæt þu
Þæs wuduwealdes cræft
Oferfarene

Totally transformed she was

When they found her the coming day
Her hands had turned into claws

And her soul had been taken away

Moþor bewépeþ
þu þæs wuduwealdes cræft
Underhingest

A swarm of flies buzzing
In the summer sun
The grass still moist
From morning drizzle
Emanating
An unreal shade of green
To contrast a perfect sky
And the pieces
Of milky white
And burgundy
Hastily scattered
In the field
Waiting to be reassembled

I stand atop

a great solid rock

watching the griant

building fall

a magnificent structure

built among rocks

to penetrate the heavens

and with a view

to sacred springs

now dry.

Now its vacant windows

welcoming the demolition

splinter like rain

and the desperately applied

scaffolding

tumbles to the sides

as its futile presence

becomes obvious.

Something in me sighs

as the majestic tower

is crushed

by the weight

of its own might

and becomes rubble

like the rest.

I go there

with cautious steps

I kick the debris

and pick up a piece

for remembrance.

In the beginning
There was no shame
There was impulse

In the beginning
There was curiosity
There was innocence

Then
There was boredom
There was frustration

Then
There was temptation
Guilt became excitement

In the beginning
There was a rush
Then
There was danger

In the end
There was anger
There was pain

In the end
There was guilt
And there was shame