The love you give me.
Your passionate looks I see.
Our bodies entwined.
The kisses,
The moans,
The whispers of lust.
The promises of the future....
False.

The gift of love,
Is encaged,
In your heart.
Its sister,
Sits as a songbird,
Tweeting with my
Heartbeat.
No matter to the future.
To what distances our
Bodies doth grow.
They will sing in our hearts
Eternally.

A conflict with only one soldier
Wearing no armour but
Stripped down and defenceless.
Carrying a sword only intended for one.
A lone soldier
A lone in conflict.

How can I make you love me again?

Is it like that time when I first cooked you dinner?
And I spoilt the custard.
I sifted it and you tried to stir it.
I added more vanilla, cream, sugar.
It still tasted burnt.
Is that what has happened?
Are we burnt out?

You say we need to stop fighting.
I say we need to stop fighting this.
We discovered something so delicious, so
Pleasurable, and so....good.
But Love is poison.

I am poison. A black widow,
prepared to take out revenge on
all the **** that man has given me.
I am a wave of anger with no
thought to who stands in my way.
Even you.

I will drive a bullet into my heart
and into yours.
The hearts that are mine.

So will you love me again?

The creator of spilt tears?
Spilt blood?
And spoiled custard?  

Don't speak, be mute.
I know.

I sometimes recite my love as charity….

For:
No stretch is too exhausting, no pull to hard.
No banknote is precious nor does a penny equal one.
A penalty is just a random,
With no intent or harm,
And a kiss is not just a mild affection ,
Nor a hug, cuddle or gentle touch
Equates to little or nothing or none.
Anything I do, is big and strong.
Everything I own,
To my small hands,
Stretch marks, belly
And weird feet.
He sees nothing but beauty, and not only of that of
Skin deep.

And I have learnt this lesson from charity,
Love is boundless, a fortified state
Of being connected 100 percent.
An eye for an eye,
Quotes the bible, I say –
An eye for a body plus surplus.
For love is seeing a grain,
And tasting the whole field.

**** me.
Oh..yes...you..did!
****** me in a bed.
One woven of lies.
Riding me in a handsome mask,
all the while it was the toad
that sprayed me with its slime.

You held my throat,
Made me swallow all the deceit.
Suffocated me with what you called
- devotion.
Caresses hiding violent wishes.
Beating me.
******* me.
For batter or worse.
All you got was the ***** of
- I love you *******.

I want to cut the mask from your head - toad.
Tear the skin from your skull.
You are the phantom of 'love'.
Staining me with your *****.

Well, now only your ugly heart
is the only part of you that will
make me choke..

My heart left my body,

As the axe of anger,

A tool brandished blood red,

Did cut off my head!

It was placed on a table with

writer's ink and paper.

A heartless head

ready to make

hurtful verses.



Words flowed from a place

My heart no longer dwelled.

The axeman tore out my heart with

a ***** fist,

Chucked it onto the stone.

My swollen eyes glanced at the

****** ***** -

Bleeding to death on the floor,

Hearty blood that echoed your name.



Without Heart,

I created words of revenge.

The dark creating spiteful spoken lyrics

Into spiteful words

on paper heading for you.

It had an evil style.

A mocking tone.

My mouth and the floating pen cried-

*******!

While my torn heart raged at its

absurdity.



It was too late.

I was executed as heartless.



Lying near death.

Gentle hands wipe my tears.

A sewer's stich patching up

my mutations.

I am frozen,

Alone in the dark.

A just punishment.

I realise now, the black ink

Was as black as evil itself.

My souless state has turned

Love into Hate.

It has ruined me.



I want to tear out the stitches.

Show the whole world my ******

up mutations!!

I deserve to die.

For I would rather be dead

Than have lost your love.

The loss I caused with my body

that was

without heart.....



**** myself.

I truly did.

I wish I could undo time.

But I am only human.

One who does not fight to keep her heart.

Her soul.

Her memories.

One who turns anger into words.

Words into the end.



Fini

In this cup

Taken from thee

Flows blood from mine

And tears of thine

Both doth mingle

A holy union

From wine to water

Base pleasure is God

Sonne emerge at dawn

From this cup.


You I mark - the

Annointed one

Annointed from above

Annointed with a cross

Bear this Cross, angel.


In this chalice

In my holy chalice

Mine!

Fingers
Chew chew chew
Through string flexible cords
Of peached chalked skin,
To the roughen sharped corners of the
Piles, piles pile of papers
Cutting into my head,
******* away to my very own writers tool,
Bite to bite,
Itch, blood and sting to the nails, skin
Aye aye cries the mind,
With the heart and soul echoing along.
Tingles from white aching tingling flesh that knows
No escape from my addicted mouth,
Salvia coated causing pain to durate the hours of sleepless
Nights and un-filled days.
Bite, till my very next appointment

You bear a silver whole,
Opening to a new world of
Scarlets, purples and
Deep royal Blue.
It covers us,
Leads us into temptation,
****** into
You, I throw upon
As I peer into the
Silver and turned
My jagged sword.
It swallowed up all the
Darkness,
The sun appeared -
Rainbows.
Scarlets, purples and
Deep royal blues.
A silver heart to a silver
sword.
Magic..

I am stuck,
Trapped in freedom,
I want no other world
Whether it be of
Diamonds or rubies or pearls.
I have your colours,
Your life.
A sword guilded in
Silver stone that
Medusa encaged.
I do not have the strength
of King Arthur,
And even if I did,
I would let my muscles
Rot than pull away
My precious sword, I
Want it only as an
Exhibition of
My love.
This is my world now,
Whether it be full of
War, Injury or
Death.
It is our land,
It is us.

Lying in the blues darkness,

Midnight hugging us,

Your soft touches,

Loving me tenderly,

Loving me sweet,

Loving me true.



I can hear your heart drumming,

My spine recording its vibrations

Of this melodic beating-

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.



Our breaths harmonise,

Enchants us into a dream,

Like lavender rhymes to concious minds-

I am not alone.

I am not alone.

I am not alone.



A midnight orchestra,

Playing a bed of graceful tunes,

Rose coloured harps play us a story

Of silent passion.

Of peaceful lust.

Quiet love be'twixt the sheets.



They sing,

They play,

They beat,

We harmonise together-

I love you.

You are not alone

lying in the blues darkness.

A basket of tissues

triggered in my eye

whilst tears of my own

roll slowly by



Imagine the souls

filling this chair

relating their woes

in this peaceful lair


Troubles counselled

to a stranger with a pen

jotting down everything

you keep within


Despite my own troubles

all I feel and see is them

the number of tissues

fallen in the bin

She walked away on a holiday,
Paris, Milan, Rome then up to St Tropez,
She then jetted off to the India’s for a long well-needed stay.
She never wrote a letter, sent an email or made a call
To say how time was passing,
Or even to tell us that sun had done her well.
She kept a postcard tucked in her bag,
That never touched our eyes,
She was away and a long time she would play.
Alone without her,
We felt abandoned,
Left high and dry,
Our beauty had flown to another paradise,
While we were stuck in hell.

I picked up the phone,
Pressed onto the familiar buttons,
And made that calling.
She answered,
Happy.
While I drowned in salty tears.
Across the boroughs,
You sank into your own,
Days and nights,
Missing beauty,
But the call you could not make.

I began to call more often,
Listen to her,
Just like my own heartbeat,
She said words of wisdom,
Sonnets that sang as beautiful
As the harp,
The tears flowed more than drowned,
And I knew she had to return.

So I cried out to her,
I cried out you;
She is returning;
She will bring Paradise;
She will come.
Will you.....

The Madness of history gone,is sanity to our modern.Revolution does not come without -BloodBoundariesBreaking....A cage upon cage bearingthe changing calls barredin steel iron russian dolls.The madmen crying,chained,clinging, crapping,cutting..Aiai -We want.Aiai Aiai - We needAiai Aiai- We will......Yet the golden soiled sane, look on withnothing.Until the cage br-br-cracks.Convention stops,Changes.White to black,Rich to poor,Man to Citizen,Triangle pyramids of fruit and blossomescaping.Yet can I hear another mad man calling?Aiai-Aiai-Aiai!For madness will be tomorrow's sanity.........

We stepped onto the platform in a mild november,
The air was refreshing and
Smooth,
Laughter filled flirtations together,
Looking at the countdown,
Waiting for that journey.
Then it arrived, stepped on in unison,
We knew where the stops might come,
We at yet didn't know the final destination
But as long as our bodies were alligned on this
carriage we felt no care in the world,
We didn't need to bother to read the health and safety.
Constantly we listened to the destination being repeated
and we ourselves began to recite it
We hung close, but before I could reach over to kiss you..
BANG!
A sudden stop,
A call to a station not on the schedule.
I shifted a seat away to look out the window,
I read the station sign, watched out to the scenery.
Familiar it was, but I didn't expect it on this trip.
How strange?
Minutes we did wait, both anxious, but only a few metres apart
did our bodies make and then it continued.....

We thought this journey might go along smoother,
how many more other unplanned stops could it make?
The driver can't be drunk,
The weather is only good.
This was neither peak time, nor was the carriage empty.
But alas,
More waits occured, more silences,
My legs jolted in anticipation, frustration,
so did yours,
but you never let go of my hand.
Then it continued.

But I am anxious still, scared a little,
I hate the unknown,
You felt my nerves, and you tried to calm me.
I just looked at the other passengers,
so quiet and still,
And I felt like nobody was understanding me, not even
you.
BANG.
You let go of my hand.

Darkness was approaching,
Ourselves hidden in blackness,
I could still hear your breath,
You could still hear my heart beating,
I could still hear the motions of the engine,
but without clear vision, clear mind,
Alone did we both feel,
Your began to see no one else quaking,
And fell into dismay.
You moved into another seat staring
aimlessly out at the darkness...

Annoucement - train back on track.
An obstruction on the line.
Phew!
I wiped my brow, and looked over.
Still you sat there in the dimness.
We then both knew despite what we have just founded,
This journey would be delayed,
And the dark blue would still be with us for a while.

Yet I reach over,
Clasp your hand,
Kiss your lips,
I am still here,
for though it is delayed

This is not a journey's end.

I fell for someone's eyes to gaze into
Not for your eyes

I fell for a face to look at
Not for yours

I fell for the kind words
Not the mouth that made them

I fell for the perfume of the flowers
Not for your scent

I fell for the gifts and presents
Not the bringer of such things

I fell for the tender kisses
Not the lips that actioned them

I fell for the nights spent getting high
Not for the company I kept them with

I fell for the romantic dinners
Not the hands that prepared them

I fell for the midnight lust
Not the way you made love to me

I fell for 'I love you'
Not for the way you said it

I fell for the absence of 'someone'

I fell for a hand, lips and body of a guy

I fell for the missing link

But it was, and never will be.

I didn't fall for you

It wasn't you

I fell into nothing.

That nothing - was you.

Sunshine to my dull day,
Glistening in a yellow hay,
Blue seas ride above,
Eternal like the holy dove.

Away from the dark of night,
You hold me so ever tight,
Kissing eternal on my head,
Whilst we share our earthly bed.

Fire enflaming betwixt our skins,
Like sparkling hot fiery strings,
Connecting us together in a hot heat,
While our hearts drum to its sacred beat.

Lay alone in flowing stream of peace,
Yet our hearts are not to cease,
This love stays stationary in this fire,
Nothing can ever make it expire.

Creating joy, pleasure and calm,
It is its own soothing balm,
To the heart, mind and soul.
As we drink from the nectar at cupids bow.

How can I leave this,
For it is heavenly bliss,
To lay in this field of dreams,
Floating alone in our lover’s stream.

Death cannot divide,
For Love does not make us blind.
It opens our mind to our heart
So that we must never be apart.

I knew first day
that love would grow
a spark, a root
which shot through

I knew second day
that I had felt your
arm before
comforting me

I knew third day
that I dreamt about you
that somewhere in my life
you were there, before eyes
knew your existence

I knew fourth day
that safety in your hands
was more than just a phase
you loved me so
and I loved you to

I knew fifth day
that we would go on
together as a couple
no force could stop us

I knew sixth day
that my problems with the past
would have to go
I would have to fight

I knew seventh day
that this is forever
I always knew
Even when I didn't

Black eyes that pierce,
Two dagger'd pupils fixated on my
Neck...
You see every beat of my pulse,
The circulation of pleasure- red blood,
Thrilled filled breaths...

I am being controlled,
(I ******* love it)
Frozen in awe at their..
Sharpness.
Cold chills up my spine,
Blue as your blood drained face.
You need me.

You crave me,
Me-
Whose blood your throat longs to
be coated with.
My blood that is so,
So sweet,
So full of youth.
So warm.
Drink from me,
Eat from me - please...

It is I who,
Hungers for your lips,
White daggers ******* me,
Embracing into my flesh.
I want you inside me,
Ravish away all my blood.
****** *******!
For cupid's bow is not as
Powerful.
I am not held by love,
But by your
Murderous spirit...

I am your lamb,
Kiss me,
Tenderly.
Then have my blood.
You are my God,
Devour this,
What lays naked beneath you...

Take this bread,
Drink from this cup.
For I am yours.

Dedicated to Gary Treacy*

Do not dwell on the darkness,
For not even the spirits see the black
Or dust, yet minds do sink into deeper pits
As the essences of the past slowly dwindles, cuts
Into grains of shattered glass and hits
The heart, the mind, and down it shuts
Away the memory that hurts us most,
As we have to live with our loved ones ghost.

Mourning raises the sun,
With a light that blinds wet eyes,
Over a life that is gone and done.
Yet even you, know death is not a demise,
Except in our own space and time,
And that be in the night,
When shadows and corners play mime,
That every lost one is in sight,
Not only by eye but on every nerve
And not just when the moon is high,
But when the mind takes a double swerve
And we see that our five senses often do lie

Life is not only bone and skin,
It is like a fluid, wind and fire,
That is not as simple as the laws of sin,
Nor an entrance to the pearly heavens we so, desire.
It glides through the air,
Of gasps of cries that fill your nights with unease,
And it wraps you in with such care,
Until it sweeps through you like a steady breeze,
Love transcends our journey through this place,
And no matter what its length,
The beat, drum and tap keeps its pace,
Even when our mortal hearts lose their strength
And we end up with a cross above,
Remember, lest we forget,
That life is like the holy dove,
Forever flying up, up and up.

So do not bury yourself in a mourning grave,
For he, you and 6 billion others will always be saved.
In memory, heart and up in the clouds,
So stand up, and for his life – be proud.

When both sides are guilty
And blindness shades their wrongs
Both see nothing but the other's cruelty.
Tears appear and run from the eyes,
As you listen to the
Goodbyes.
Stubborn hearts are made from
A boiling of love and rage.
Anger sours the sweetness
As it forces itself into her red cage...
What does it feel like when your
heart is heavy,
And your body is weak.
When it is the person who has gone
who is the company you seek.
A mother may cuddle,
Friends share the tears
But all you want is your lovers
words, hands, arms and face
to share a snuggle
and a tight warm embrace.