Whimper

Whimper! Whimper, you sullen bitch! 

Whimper till thine eye's eye cries. 

Whimper, till you realize; 

Vengeance engulfs our future!

Wretchedness

No more hope shines on the horizon...

No more faith that drops...

Nothing but wretchness as it hops hops hops...

Through time.

Perfect Song

Oh! sugar, raging spice, 

Unknown tumbling of dice, 

Oh! weird feeling, 

Gentle but stealing, 

There is nothing that is wrong, 

We ARE a perfect song!

My Heart Steals

What is this strangling distress

This wierd feeling my heart feels

What with all the deaths and stress

This robber my scared heart steals.

Mistake

Through his cotten eyes, 

He stares into the darkness, 

Wondering all the time, 

If all his life was a mistake.

Aphrodite

Now comes mighty Aphrodite, 

Bringing her sweet soft respite; 

With her arms she spread she spray, 

In her voice love's struck gay.

Lust

She stabs him in his ribs 

And lightly licks his lips. 

Oh! wild lust, 

Your venom is my blood.

Drunk

Hear her heart with your closed eyes, 

Hear that trembling shivering surprise. 

Hear her soft heaving breath as she sleeps through the peacock dawn, 

drunk.

Dark Smile

Now night awaits us with its drunken eyelashes and misleading smile, 

Prepare me for you trial, 

I want to ride you dark smile!

Complain

She covered me in her shades, 

She drowned me in her eyes, 

She set me free with her cries, 

And she whispered her soft complain 

With her soft sudden replies.

'So'

Once upon a time

Long, long, long ago

She spread her lips

In ever-so soft and gentle a ‘so’

 

Just to complain

Just to mark her blow

How she was happy

But ever-so confused and low

 

Once much, much after that

Far, far ahead in time

Her swollen dripping eyes

Wandered softly into mine

       

Just with a decision

Just with a final call

That again never shall cease

Those tears that ever-so-more fall

So She Coul Die Later

They saved her

So she could die later.

 

Five meters of flaming cloth

Embracing her forever

He burnt his hands to save her

So she could die later.

 

Warm flow his tears

True have come his fears

Dreadful is the scene

Bubbling burns that fill her being

Raging rabid on her skin

He pulled her towards water

He saved her

So she could die later.

 

Pilled so numb

Lying prostrate

Be good, do good

Mean nothing to her state

And she drifts casually, gradually towards later

He saved her

So she could die later.

 

Close the window of her eyes

She is in pain

Son don’t save her

Let her die

Sooner than later.

What Hides Behind

There are frogs behind the curtain

Lots of frogs

Painfully

Rejoicing and rioting.

 

The audience sits on the other side

Impervious

To the pain behind the curtain.

 

If only we could raise the curtain.

Tears In My Eyes

Oh! Wicked city

With your naked thighs

Tall towers and empty eyes

Your useless breath

My soul dies

In your wicked city

My eye cries

Change your curtains

Put on a new life

Put on some jewels

Enough of your fake tries

I need some warmth tonight

To travel through my loneliness.

 

***

 

Dark streets

Those dark streets

I now understand your emptiness.

 

Broken houses

Brown broken houses

I now understand your empty airs.

 

Painted faces

Pain painted faces

I now understand your fake standing smiles.

 

***

 

Beneath all things there lies a feeling

Beneath all things there is a reason

Without all things there is emptiness

Far removed and with jaws.

 

***

 

I feel distant, far and forlorn

I feel crowded with ugly stones

Dumb, numb, nowhere to turn

I feel the dark shadows

But even them I can’t turn to.

 

***

There Is Sadness In Your Lust

Through his cotten eyes 

He stares into the darkness

Wondering all the time

If all his life was a mistake.

***

How combines your confused comb

Wired with lust your hairy suprise

Dress down to your birth little girl

Lay down before my cock dies.

***

What is this strangling distress

This wierd feeling my heart feels

What with all the deaths and stress

This robber my scared heart steals.

***

All Things Must End

When would

Those cruel guns

Bleep

Through our

Nightmares

 

When would

These girls learn

That

Wet dreams

Consecrate

Holy alters

Incensed chambers

Meetings behind

Soft curtains

 

Our lust

Is the prize

Within which

All religion stands

Challenged

By the cock

And the womb

 

All things must end

For new things to begin.

So must nature mean

So its true heart speaks.