The Black Book of Santiago
Spiralling towards oblivion
Am I to abandon any hope of recovery?
Salvation?
I feel the blanket shifting
Acid clouds above my head.
All about my form lay broken bodies mangled
Tarnished flesh horrors await as the waxworks melt
Slow, soft, sombre, felt fabric drips come melting sweet
A torrent of fear upon the street victims helpless below.
Cooling towers upon the horizon act as cloud factories.
What hope do we have of recovery?
Electric snakes wind entwining themselves
Around the roots of the venerable Oak.
What horror of industry is this that pollutes our horizon so?
Children seek their mother through discomfort.
Fathers are no longer to be honoured.
Shallow streets fuel the addicts need for release.
I spiral onwards - ever inwards for the horrors
That await beyond my flesh are more than I can bare.
I close my eyes. I make as though I was never there.
Confusion swells within this heart of mine
For every time I drift within my thought
I find myself caught and sinking
Blind ever thinking without accepting the
Truth of my knowing the river must flow forever more.
I find myself dwelling too often with ghost companions
From a former life. Confusion swells abandoned, isolated
From dreamstates. Are we alone to guide our hands in blessing?
Who are we to un-shroud the mystery.
Who are we to proclaim transcendental truths aloud?
Who are we to pluck fruit so easily from the branches of the world tree?
We are they who have set emotion free.
No more than a flower blooming are we that swoon beneath the moon.
Open your heart to the warmth of the sun.
Allow Apollo's kiss upon your cheeks.
Seek. Seek forever more beyond the river of your flowing.
Take in the clouds as colors change - re arranging
Upon the skylines. Pastel shades are fading.
Night is awoken. Awaiting in the shadows still
Knowing soon is her time to rule upon the hill.
Ignore the crowds- the masses thronging outside the window
For all they hope for is a view of the morning show.
Let them know the circle full. Let them know the tears of Joy.
Spirits rise in procession
Paying homage to the soul of Albion's sage
A new age is born from Romance.
We are as ever attempting
Aspiration towards redemption whole
They sing - as sweet melodies linger upon the breeze.
Old friends no longer recognize the Love they once held dear
Good friends no loner recognize attachments long forgotten.
The Fate's hath begotten a tapestry blue.
Two lone warriors stride headstrong into the nightmare
Shadows unfolded themselves to reveal all they once concealed
Paranoia calls - beckoning you to close the window.
Close it to the world outside. Shut yourself blind.
Who knows what you may find
Seeking justice beyond the eggshell cracked
Feed. Breed upon the invisible leash.
Know that no release is necessary
For the form you know as your own
Is set upon the path of secret shadows revealed.
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Here I am Alone
How strange it is that I should feel this way,
Disjointed, disillusioned, isolated from the day.
How strange it is that I could feel this way,
Disjointed, disillusioned, lost within dismay.
A deeper blue than I’ve ever known beckons beyond my shoulder
Each moment I grow older, each moment a lifetime’s fading
Self pity breeds self destruction, yet how am I to construct
A world of splendour when I am forever scared to face endeavour?
Sick I am of fading in and out of blue,
Always I am waiting for the moment that I find you
Longing for the Love I offer from deep within my blue.
Outside you stride un-willing to hide
From insecurities bred through paranoia.
Here I remain, paining soft and slow,
Growing more and more annoyed with myself
For placing hope upon the shelf and allowing
Demons to toy within this heart of mine.
I feel as though I could unleash a flood of tears upon the world
That is if I were not so bound so tight within the fears I harbour.
In seeking the words to reveal the way I feel
I’m continually loosing myself within a recess of confusion.
Why is it that I am forever scared to face the world beyond my window?
I envy you, you of honest soulful eyes,
Each second you amaze me as together
We attempt to seek redemption
Upon our journey through the skies.
Here I am alone, knowing that I could be beside you
Taking in the spectacle of ancient funeral rites.
Here I am alone, wasting away, sinking in the blue,
Here I am alone, smoking away the night.
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Nocturnal Nightmares Internal
Nocturnal nightmares internal,
Rage throughout the inferno of my thinking
As crimson nightshades age
Upon a ancient tattered page I’m sinking.
All it is I’d give to know the soft smooth sands of your soothing shores.
All it is I’d give to rise with you aloft amongst the crowds.
Caterpillars of titanic proportions
Drift swift upon the winds of destination.
Bellowing words of wisdom
He chases the lioness upon her hunt
As high above two toned souls kiss upon clouds,
KIssing above crowds of wishful Slumbers blissful.
The sky fades towards the horizon
As we perceive expectation Of natures surprises.
The birds of the bush set forth upon a rush of light emotion.
They drift in invisible spheres,
Their auras magnifying the radiance of Apollo’s presence.
Outside in the world is shaking; Inside out my soul is aching.
Honest eyes call upon the tides of experience, rejecting the Interference of divine intervention.
We seek Love beyond convention; beyond expectation.
We seek whilst baked the face of our creator,
knowing that if ever we were to Absorb in glory full the source
we would be forced to live our life un-heard.
Rejecting initiation into the mysteries of our forefathers
we are able to keep our tongues, free for the leash of secrets un-told. Embrace the fold of the tides in their ebb As within their flow know
You may seek destiny beyond the eggshell cracked.
Turning back within our self’s
We are as angels aloft a isolated cloud,
High above the silence of solemn crowds
We perceive a sky of radiance,
A fantastic array of brilliance takes
Control of the sense, we are shaken bare
Of defences as we wonder in wandering
What it is to know the flow of the rivers showing.
Grow grass grow, beneath the sun,
Beneath the snow; grow to know,
The way the river flows.
With each man as an island
With each man as a rock
We make a mockery
Of what it is to Slip into passivity.
Slip not because you have no will to know
The life that is yours beyond the hill,
But slip in faith of natural rhythms,
Slip in faith of natural charms.
Know faith will do you no harm
Else you use it upon the offensive,
Claim no enlightenment beyond
Those that will never cease in their un-caring.
Know you are here, Know that now is there
Beyond the moment of its passing,
Now and then, everywhere and when,
Keep upon the journey laughing,
Smiling through the clouds of grey
That have followed us for too many days now,
Shine in smiling, embrace the presence
Sf isolated angels whilst you may,
They may not last beyond the day.
Seek another way to voice all you have to say,
And know beyond any shadow of a doubt beyond the horizon lay Landscapes unknown to the fantasy of the imagination,
Seek them at your pleasure as I hope you treasure
Them forever within the galleries of your minds exhibition
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A Walk Within Valentine Gardens.
To you who drank from blue bell goblets,
To you who sipped from the chalice of Harmony
I wrote this song for thee.
To you who smooth my soul with questioning
I request you treasure the memories I leave you
As I will forever hold true the memories I keep
Of you hung safe within the galleries of my mind.
I lied when I said to I felt no extremity within the realm
Of emotion - Yet with each thought an ocean I feel
As though I'm drowning in a sea of Sorrow, Engulfed below the tides of Woe.
The helmsman of sanity's sailing is shaken, awoken are his senses.
Constantly building his defences he'll always be late for the morning show.
Seek Persephone in procession with Harmony.
Arise a Rose, blooming as the Moon caress' the midnight sun.
The games we play, throughout the day
Doth sway my heart in swing.
With happy a heart alongside merry a cheer
We allow our hearts time to sing.
May you always remember the blessings of youth.
May truth forever guide your path.
May you find love in the form you seek,
May you never be weak in confrontation with the storm.
How glad I am we met.
Such a break as you are from the norm.
When the night is cold,
When I wander, slow and old.
I'll keep safe within sanity
The etchings of you I keep above
The highest watermark of memories fading.
I will warm myself with the memory of a flower
In full bloom, swooning in sight of the silver moon.
In times to come, I hope you find your fun
As you enjoy the days whilst you are young.
Just as I hope you retain a fragile beauty throughout the
Passage of the years.
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Confusion
Here I am, a poetic soul lost within the confusion of fairy tale romance.
Here I am, a prophetic soul lost within a realm of ever dancing shadows.
Outside the world is waiting still, there she lay upon the hill beckoning me,
Painting flowers blue and grey, there she lay, awaiting the sun to rule the day.
The clouds are blanket comforts, offering shade at the most poignant of times,
This world is mine for a while, a bubble un-burst reflecting auras of emotion.
The sky is an ocean deep; the sky is beckoning sleep beyond the call for weeping.
Earthed through the act of breathing alone, I know my soul to be growing through
Rooted to the home I know so well as my sanctuary. Soon I am to leave,
Soon I am to breathe again the world anew and know a city green as my asylum.
I am a man who would seek to know you if I did not believe that I was already
Doing so through growing to know myself. I am a man who may never place
The voice of my heart upon the shelf and though ignored at times the calling of
My soul is ever present. I am a dreamer through and through, I have no excuses,
And through dreams I believe that a new heaven, a new reality is revealed.
I am a man who wishes to fulfil the potential of his love, his source. I am a man
Divine as you, I am a man divine as all of your creation. I am an honest man
Though at times confused.
Within a realm of unfolding visions I rest before drifting
And I perceive you in the most feminine of manners, a long flowing emerald gown
And you offer me your hands. This I'll never understand and your name I dare not
Seek to know, but to know myself and flow as I grow I seek, throughout the realms
Of sleep shade shadows.
I am a man of imbalance, I am a man of obsession, I am a man of dream time bliss.
I am a man of many thoughts, I am the man whom cupid caught, wounded here I lie.
I am a man of the sky, I am a man of the fire, I am a man of ecstatic desire though at
Times it takes all my energy to respire, towards unity I aspire, through a balance of shades.
I am a man of patience and I inhabit a world surreal. Who are you?
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To Breathe Anew Beneath the Blanket Blue
To fly on the wings of a dragon trailing destruction in her wake,
To breathe anew beneath the blanket blue knowing we’re well and truly baked.
Caked in mud, sick of thinking, Caked in dirt so thick I’m sinking,
As bloodshot eyes keep blinking, taking in the slideshow of Aurora’s entrance.
To dance the night a flame, it’s all we ask that one day we shall feel the same,
The same way we felt before we saw the pavement melt as wings sung sweet melodies to felt fabric skies torn, worn out in exhaustion.
Perversion breeds upon the instinct of man, I know this now as out of the frying pan into the fire I’ve flown, So hard it is to reveal I’ve always known never to admit the way I feel. As I peel away all that’s un shown glimmers within the pit, awaiting the pendulum man to swing on fast in fits of frenzied laughter, awaiting till afterwards to reveal all you’ve kept concealed beyond the shades of the moon,
Hoping salvation shall rule the fools, shall guide them when monsoon fears come rolling, dragging down the mud slide, leaving no place to hide as trees up rooted upon the ride are left with no option but to await the tides in their flow.
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Come Together
As mystery ferments within the womb of Our Mother
We anticipate the rebirth of appreciation.
Meditate within your shell,
Build your heaven from the remnants of a hollow hell.
Ramble little lamb, forever onwards towards the horizon,
As clouds above form as child flown chariots, raining down
Strikes on inspiration. Forget regret.
The Muse she stirs my heart a blur,
As spiral constructs obstruct the glare
Of Apollo in his pride
High above, oh yellow yoke
The higher he’s a getting
The sooner will his race be run
The nearer he’ll be to setting.
Towers cooling bellow smoke into the purity of the skyline.
Tainting yellow, a sickly shade the skin of those fools
Who would dig a hole with the palms of their hands,
If only to find a spade.
The void beckons beyond the flick of a switch,
In absence of substance the soul feeds upon itself.
Catering for carelessness, placing consideration upon the shelf.
Sing Bard Sing
Oh what a Love it is you bring.
Satisfy my soul in grooving the
Story untold.
An ode to un-named Gods un-tamed.
Never to be seen by waking wise.
Roaming through the wilderness
Crimson fury in their eyes.
Recognition fuels their strength
They seek a guardian tribe.
They seek their recognition so they may
Dwell secure within a swelling pride.
Still they retain a power that surpasses
All but the Fates who rule as the hand unseen.
Waking eyes seek no surprises.
They expect the sun in the sky by day.
Seek the midnight source unseen.
Let it guide your way.
In the duration of our souls existence eternal it lay as an internal necessity
Within the process of harmonious balance that one day we each will meet
Its half to make them whole. Opportunities wasted may one day be placed
Again before your soul. As wine ready to be tasted. Don’t spit it out. Don’t waste in wanting. Seek not profit as your goal as a prophet, understand your dreams.
Destiny lay as a thread defined
Within the dreams that form within our minds.
Born of ether
Calm the child
Send him to the valley wild.
Within the green,
So he may dream
Of a picture he can paint.
Un-tainted by the perversion of perfection.
How are we to prepare if Fate is so willing
To tear the fabric routine without reservation.
How am I to set my path if the Fates are so
Willing to laugh down upon the face of my
Reluctance to dance a game of chance.
Through reflections we find no affection for the form of the soul
That lay before, the questing soul, a filling hole, seeks the doorway
Concealed to be revealed through pious sacrifice.
Say.
Say what you are wanting to say,
Play it your way.
For you know as well as any
That your way is the only way
To play the games they’ll want you to play.
Have it your way,
Say.
In an age of lawlessness
We find Justice laid out upon the floor,
Empty bottle in hand, howling for more.
Intoxicated and deranged,
She knows no longer the balance of the scales.
She knows no longer her failings derailed.
As she wades through the filth that swamps our streets,
As we grimace in paranoia in confrontation with the
People we meet, How it saddens my heart to see this town,
This world of ours tearing itself apart.
Slip inside the looking glass
Within a process of meditation
As a shaman lead the trance in frenzy
Whilst dancing to the beat of rhythmic intoxications.
Excess skin hands loose from the bones of her construct.
Ripples encircle her nipples as she moves,
As the fabric constraint maintains the firm of her bosom.
Fishnet stockings dissect the flesh revealed.
As eyes furious in their monitor
Collide upon her frontier.
Imagination fuels desire as burning in and out of fashion
The hidden torch pf passion lay ready to feel the crashing of the tides.
Only the blind may face Apollo without fear of obscure visions.
Only the man who wishes to keep in tact the illusion of sanity
Would wish to wipe away the tears. Be not scared to embrace the
Vision that greets you as you glance to grasp for just one moment
The form of Apollo’s glory.
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Universal Soul
I remember now a sky of aggressive vibrations,
Bleeding red rushes of madness upon the horizon.
Above the town a heavy haze hangs below the clouds
Tainted are the colours of the rainbows glow.
Painted are pictures of faceless crowds.
I’m awaiting the surge, knowing not what will come of
The experience, the clouds outside foretell a pleasant
Eve of awakening, Inside I’m shaking, knowing that soon
All will be lost below the waning moon.
A collection of musical arrangements revolve around my form
I wish to pick the strings of steel above the hollow but know
That first I must swallow the pain of removing myself from such
A wallowing refrain. Golden glows of summers promise
Kiss the movements of the sky, a face within the cotton, she
Has hair of shoulder length, she glows, oh how magnificently
She glows surrounded by shades of expanse.
A shimmering dance of unspoken shadows feeds the sky still bleeding,
Upon the horizon a grey silhouette is seen, no longer do fields
And rolling hills of green posses this valley in their spirit,
They have been cast down, this town, built upon a bellowing
Industry is guilty of nothing less than smoking a perfect sky to
Some tainted yellow, denying the youth a sky they will never know.
Paint me a picture of this land how you would understand
It without the torturing hand of man and his creation.
Upon the Surface of Our Mother they spread as disease, turning
The most beautiful of scenes so easily into a profit of destruction.
Never before have I seen the world with such clarity
Everything sharp, everything crisp,
This feeling is a lens upon reality
I see the same as the next man but perceive its proportions differently
I believe in the universal soul
I believe in an integrated whole
As above so below
So the world should rightly know
Feed the night
Feed the light
Gargantuan obscurities pass by my window coated
In a lilac tone, upon the horizon the sun is ending his course
For the day, upon his way his radiance shines upon
In various angles towards the blood end of emotions spectrum.
Small wisps drift on by; some would have you believe that where you go when you die
But I believe that we return to the one, as atoms into the earth, as souls into the
Universal soul. Listen to your heart yet never ignore reason when survival
Is at hand. This age scares me so in its blind faith or secular atheism, can
We not have faith in truth and truth yes truth alone, is it not upon the basis
Of truth, trust and unison that we build our homes and our circles of family and friends?
I believe that this life is an opportunity to mix with souls and learn for that
Is what the soul doth yearn for, a truth, an unquestionable truth that everything
Is as real as his dreams. Nothing is as it seems and omens beckon throughout
The day, and just as even the mightiest Oak knows not to bend against the wind
Sometimes it is wise to be passive to the rhythms of Life’s ever present river flowing.
Is it not our time to rise as the sun is near to setting?
Does it come as a surprise that you can not remember to forget?
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A Shimmering Dance of Unspoken Shadows
I remember now a sky of aggressive vibrations,
Bleeding red rushes of madness upon the horizon.
Above the town a heavy haze hangs below the clouds
Tainted are the colours of the rainbows glow.
Painted are pictures of faceless crowds.
I’m awaiting the surge, knowing not what will come of
The experience, the clouds outside foretell a pleasant
Eve of awakening, Inside I’m shaking, knowing that soon
All will be lost below the waning moon.
A collection of musical arrangements revolve around my form
I wish to pick the strings of steel above the hollow but know
That first I must swallow the pain of removing myself from such
A wallowing refrain. Golden glows of summers promise
Kiss the movements of the sky, a face within the cotton, she
Has hair of shoulder length, she glows, oh how magnificently
She glows surrounded by shades of expanse.
A shimmering dance of unspoken shadows feeds the sky still bleeding,
Upon the horizon a grey silhouette is seen, no longer do fields
And rolling hills of green posses this valley in their spirit,
They have been cast down, this town, built upon a bellowing
Industry is guilty of nothing less than smoking a perfect sky to
Some tainted yellow, denying the youth a sky they will never know.
Paint me a picture of this land how you would understand
It without the torturing hand of man and his creation.
Upon the Surface of Our Mother they spread as disease, turning
The most beautiful of scenes so easily into a profit of destruction.
Never before have I seen the world with such clarity
Everything sharp, everything crisp,
This feeling is a lens upon reality
I see the same as the next man but perceive its proportions differently
I believe in the universal soul
I believe in an integrated whole
As above so below
So the world should rightly know
Feed the night
Feed the light
Gargantuan obscurities pass by my window coated
In a lilac tone, upon the horizon the sun is ending his course
For the day, upon his way his radiance shines upon
In various angles towards the blood end of emotions spectrum.
Small wisps drift on by; some would have you believe that where you go when you die
But I believe that we return to the one, as atoms into the earth, as souls into the
Universal soul. Listen to your heart yet never ignore reason when survival
Is at hand. This age scares me so in its blind faith or secular atheism, can
We not have faith in truth and truth yes truth alone, is it not upon the basis
Of truth, trust and unison that we build our homes and our circles of family and friends?
I believe that this life is an opportunity to mix with souls and learn for that
Is what the soul doth yearn for, a truth, an unquestionable truth that everything
Is as real as his dreams. Nothing is as it seems and omens beckon throughout
The day, and just as even the mightiest Oak knows not to bend against the wind
Sometimes it is wise to be passive to the rhythms of Life’s ever present river flowing.
Is it not our time to rise as the sun is near to setting?
Does it come as no surprise that you can not remember to forget?
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Blanket Syd - Explosions in the Sky
Explosions in the sky. The dancing starts to the entrancing stars,
Through shimmering shades, a thousand unexplained chances are revealed,
Nothing is concealed from these eyes of beatific vision surreal.
Here I am, sailing the celestial passageways of my universe,
My universe so distinct, beautiful and real that I could not imagine another
That I could love more with all my heart, yet I wish to share my world.
A ball room dance ensues and madness pursues my vision.
A thousand partners dance holding each other close.
She paraded with herself in her arms, knowing that she would do no harm to herself.
The grate beckons holding fire, hell opens up its heart to you, hell breathes.
Step into the furnace, the fiery forge of your mindscapes creation.
Seeking revelation what will you find, as the mind of the acid soaked mariner prays he wont go blind.
Will you find a new vision more beautiful and true than ever could you imagine? The fire breathes with the spirit of unison, the embers flow in liquid movements,
Beyond within and without the moment I am beyond within and without content.
Through descent into madness I am seeing the trees reflected backwards into an eternity
Of long lost echoes, all around they cry and dance and scream with the joy of loosing
Their burden humanities. So frail at times is my reality, so pale and thin at times is sanity.
A giant African head sculpture erupts from beneath the ground,
As it rose it turned its head to face me, deep, sunken, hollow eyes
Of dark and sickly sweet mysteries faced me as my heart a pacing
Set out upon a path to strengthen faith to an extent that I could laugh
At the horrors waiting upon my shoulder, this lance of hope is my love.
Laid upon my back I could not know anything to be true
But the stars and their dance upon a blanket of infinite blue.
The trees take on their own personalities, they reveal themselves to you,
Each aspires towards the sky, waving their arms in soft servitude beneath
The hand of the winds ever present blowing. Here we are as beasts of youth,
Parading around upon some unknown ground, disguised by the valleys green.
The trees penetrate our mother the earth as a thousand un tamed nymphs
Dance before my vision. Through a mist of obscurity, a veil of misunderstanding
I saw a new world, a new heaven breathing life beyond the blue of mysteries shadow.
I hear voices upon the wind; I feel more than I could ever understand as real.
No illusion of sanity can save me now.
Old loves never die but are shrouded by new loves envy of the old.
There she was, dancing in parallel with herself, the perfect synchronisation,
One dressed in the purest white the other in the darkest shadows of mysteries abyss,
Both looked with longing eyes towards the horizon of eternity’s bliss.
What does it mean? Is it a dream? How is it the ghost of a girl can gleam so?
A thousand nymphs run wild within the forest night, dancing they are as the shadows
Of lanterns twist the perception of this mind of mine, out of time, out of place with
Smiling eyes of faceless dreams I am as one with the roots of Unison.
Isolation beckons upon the horizon, there lays in wait an island in the sky for you.
The wind whispers, the forest mumbles, we tumble onward upon our knees,
Underneath the trees we are as happy as we could ever be free, free from the
Bondage of our material gains, free from the bondage of our material pains.
Let it rain, let it snow, let the sun glow bright as the rivers flow,
Let us know, show us the way and reveal the day painted in a thousand untainted colours Anew. Beyond the blue within thoughts of you I’m sinking, always am I thinking,
Painting pastel pink the valleys of this land alive through smiling eyes.
I can hear the voices of my companions echo around the fire, I feel at one within myself and at the same time completely at loss without myself, I feel alone, isolated so far from home, surrounded by those who would never try to understand the land that I perceive.
She of duelling parallels knows her way though at times confused,
I at times feel abused, bruised by the beatings of my imaginations creation.
Her face broke throughout the clouds, her hair wavering upon the current of the wind,
Until know she had been a mystery to me, she who offers me her hand in guidance.
Upon my Journey she smiled a smile so coy she did naught but toy with my emotions,
And within the ocean of the sky she swam, effortlessly, aimlessly, her essence unreal,
Her presense inciting passion and unreal waves of emotion, confusing the way in which I could feel. A caterpillar a thousand miles long awaiting the cocoon. A thousand grey Sculptures of a thousand individual souls, each separate and unique yet swimming and dancing together within the ocean of the sky.
The sky is an ocean deep
I’ll never sleep again
The sky is an ocean deep
I’ll never sleep again.
Creeping shadows leave me weeping,
Old friends abound adorn themselves in forms anew,
Loose limbed mammals in tune with their animal nature dance.
The valley breathes, the trees speak through the movement of the leaves,
The valley breathes and the poet’s heart is thus relieved.
I perceive a world somewhere in between my ability to see and he objects of my focus.
A river runs by gently, smoothing the stones. Ripples echo endlessly as raindrops
Drip from the tips of gently sloping leaves. The trees are crying, death for the green is dying. Try for me I’ll fly for you and everything I’ll say is true, believe me, beyond, within and without every blue that comes my way throughout the day surrounded by thoughts of you I shall be there, blanketed at times by fairy tale wisdoms, blanketed at times or simply out of my mind, but there and always easy to find. Never can we be blind again, never again will we have to run from the rain for we are those who know to embrace the storm, and we are those who wish to reach beyond uniform conformity,
We are those who wish to ignore all notions of normality, for such illusions cast too heavy a burden for the soul who wishes to be whole again, the soul who wishes to be free.
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Rise throughout the day.
An empty page lay as a child un –aging
The page is raging, awaiting the kiss of the ink.
If only to forever miss the interest of waking eyes,
Forever into obscurity the child is sinking.
We are as Adam and Eve cast from the garden of Eden,
We are as children with wisdoms eternal imbued.
I lay here alone in sinking.
Thinking un-blinking of knowing
Your touch to be real.
Here I am out of reach, insecure,
Here I am seeking a cure to my ailment,
Here I am placid in descent.
As you adorn the town in multi-shaded fineries
Not so far beyond the horizon. I’m dancing out of time.
Two oaks entwine, there branches alphabets in the wind.
A lake beside doth conceal a girl
Upon whose vibrations angels swim.
We may rise together, ascending as stars into the void.
Don’t get annoyed, don’t let them toy with your emotions.
Never close enough to kiss.
They’re yours, the lips I’m missing.
Missing though I have never known
Their presence upon my own.
I seek shelter from the storm of insecurity, I seek fame in obscurity.
In the knowledge of knowing
We reveal more than we ever intended to be included within the show.
I promised I would dance with you, free of inhibition.
I promised I would dance for you, as though on exhibition
Rise throughout the day.
Rise to the occasion.
Find your way, your own way.
Lead us through in celebration.
A troupe of Fey sway in rhythm.
Ecstasy fuels their march.
As pipers pipe a merry cheer,
Heralding the coach – the tomb
OF the breathing queen.
Her palace is her prison.
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Outside Your Window
Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I feel the seconds slowly pass,
Whilst you I anxiously await.
And behind the glowing glass;
I glimpsed a fading candlelight.
And I with hope was filled and so:
Wished I for love and life this night.
Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I see through the looking glass,
To find my missing soulmate.
And when the light finally flew;
When darkness swamped the room:
A wide smile on my face drew;
And waited I for you to bloom.
Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I feel my feelings all amass,
As I your beauty contemplate.
Seconds felt forever;
Nor beauty I did see.
All alone my eyes did glitter;
Whilst wondering where you would be!
Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I walked on in your impasse;
Wishing it's not yet too late.
Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I lonesome stood for long alas!
And didn't notice your window grate.
Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I tried to drag out of that morass,
Myself; and my lost senses locate.
Outside Her Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I watched my heart swiftly by a lass,
Gets stolen; and did my soul sedate.
Outside Her Window;
I still pass by everyday.
Outside Her Window;
I can't just turn and walk away.
Outside Her Window;
I still have hope that she might show.
Outside Her Window;
I watch my life pass by so slow.
Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I once awaited you alone all night.
But now I know: it's just too late!
poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd
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Laura Lee and Her Rose
My name is Laura Lee
And I enjoy spending my time
Playing in the sunlight
With my little Rose,
The daughter of my dreams,
She came to me
As welcome as a lilac breeze
Four years ago when I was twenty.
I’m married to her father
Who is seven years older than me,
I was a young girl
And he was tall and handsome,
His words were sweet
Like tree-ripened summer fruit
And he made me feel loved
Like I never felt before.
When Rose was born,
The love that was inside of me
Was like a small seed taking form,
Blossoming into flower and soul,
Transforming me into mother
And no longer a little girl,
She was the petals of my heart.
But the father of my Rose
No longer appreciated the garden
From which his flower sprung,
The mother that gave him
Such a lovely fragrance
That will linger long into the world
With his same blue eyes,
He no longer kissed me tenderly like before,
I felt rejected and despised.
Rose’s father began offering
His sun-sweetened words to other girls
Even younger than me,
Staying out late into the night
Roaming the city streets
Seeking superficial pleasures
Instead of tending his garden and his flower.
My heart broke like delicate chinaware,
I wept in a world without rainbows,
The man that gave me love
Now treated me harshly and unkind;
I know, I’ll have to leave him
And find all my hope
In the flower that came from me
And the flower that will always be in me.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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It is she who leads my heart in wandering.
It is she who leads my heart in wandering.
It is her ghost who shall guide me throughout the shades.
It is into a Love for her that I fade
Forever sinking into the nightmare.
The clouds create an impression of longing
As they seek to know one another.
I perceive a Lady of the sky
Throwing the burden of the world from upon her shoulders.
I perceive Death imagined – cloaked in shadows
I perceive a solider of light upon his journey.
Each in turn they deliver a kiss upon the wind
From ever changing perceptions they are born
Wild from the imagination.
Seek not to transcend through what you consider the mundane
For it is part of creation whole – just as you – just as your soul.
Know the beauty of the day that surrounds you is just the same
Whether it be blue or grey whether it be sun kissed or be raining
Each is a turn in the cycle eternal, each day more we are learning.
poem by David Lacey
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Fireside Song
As daybreak breaks the mist upon the earth
It came to pass that beauty settled there forever more
And as the steam clings close to things to come
It came to pass that solid rock did part for humble life
Once upon a time there was confusion
Disappointment, fear and disillusion
Now theres hope reborn with every morning
See the future clearly at its dawning
Forever drifting slowly towards a hazy emptiness
Whilst water slips into the sea
The fathers sad to see its free
As shadows creep towards their master night
It came to pass that trees defied the wind who shook their leaves
And as the peace descended all around
It came to pass that natures creatures came to face the world
Once upon a time there was confusion
Disappointment, fear and disillusion
Now theres hope reborn with every morning
See the future clearly at its dawning
Forever drifting slowly towards a hazy emptiness
Whilst water slips into the sea
The fathers sad to see its free
Once upon a time there was confusion
Disappointment, fear and disillusion
Now theres hope reborn with every morning
See the future clearly at its dawning
Once upon a time there was confusion
Disappointment, fear and disillusion
song performed by by Genesis
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Alas she no longer bears her heart upon my sleeve.
Alas she no longer bears her heart upon my sleeve.
Alas the leaves of summer no longer weave the melodies
Of yesteryear. I remember a time, a place far beyond the
Horizon, a wonder world of waterfalls.
Now, lost in an underworld of catacombs
I find myself searching for the ghost of memories fading, calling.
A thousands dreams of ether bore children forth from wine.
A single word from Rumour casts a shiver down the vine.
Spreads word as pestilence upon the mother of all
A mother that was once mine, beyond the skies of winter herald.
Beyond the emblem of the moon wallowing upon the blanket
Shallow in the sky.
Awake it's morning, a new day is dawning,
I feel like smoking away the blues.
The sky outside it's blue today
Bluer in a deeper shade
All it is I can do is fade
Claiming that I love you
All it is and nothing more
Dreamers washed out on the shore
Confused as to what their waiting for
Nothing seems as it was anymore.
Dressed in dreams a thousand colours
Fade into the blue
Dressed in silk ripped at the seams
Still it looks good on you
The sky outside is melting fast
All we can do is hope it will last
Dreamers lost upon the grass
Fading slow, Fading fast
A thousand shades within the grass
An eternity in leaps and bounds
Unfounded visions of a future surreal
Peel away the veils of colours fusing
See beyond the spectrum, Beyond the light
Bright in majesty, noble in stature,
Shimmering in rapture, Shadowed paparazzi there set to capture
His soul, set to turn the wheel on a noble soul
All it is that makes us whole they'd see thrown out to the hounds.
As gods of our domains we lay as the dogs of our own destruction
All it is that lay in a name the construction of a soul unwinding by the instant.
Unwinding in the present only to find time descending into the past,
Here complacent in confusion, wild eyes settle placid in calms
Here I lay in the palms of your hands. Take me. We’ll walk this land
Of nightmares.
poem by David Lacey
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Broken Shadows
Lament for disillusioned youth,
Take a little time to gather your breathe,
Restless, still we evoke the moon
To follow in our stride
Running backwards out of time,
To find a place Ill call my own.
So hard to find your peace,
When yourlost this far from home.
The tempest clouds cast broken shadows
Over the gathered crowds as silence hangs so heavy in the air
To look back now, you’d be pushed to know you were ever there at all.
Drift on down the river of existence,
Know all your knowing, show me the way for a while,
So I can rest my weary eyes,
Swallowing up the last rays of the dying sun.
You’re looking for love in all the wrong places,
Faking your smiles to all the wrong faces.
Time to change, to rearrange the mantle and the moon
Bare your wounds girl; I’ll find out soon enough
What it is that makes you bleed.
poem by David Lacey
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The River
Last Sunday
I spent a whole day
with a beautiful river
trying to feel close
to each being, each thing,
even to become one with everything
that surrounded me.
In some way,
I learned from the natural
flow of water
what it means not to look back.
I should remember that river
every time I need to forget the past.
And it helps me to not mind much the now...
Why? Well don't you see how
"Now" is going into the Past fast?
So, the river taught me to aim forward.
It may last.
I tried to follow it
with my eyes towards the horizon.
And maybe there is where
River called my soul.
I believe I had the feeling
of sweet water loving me
more than anybody else
(as if I'd ever be loved much, lol.
So I have learned never to ask for love.
For my soul, that may be
as shameful as begging for money) .
But I have thanked the river
with my entire heart
for letting me in,
for washing my soul clean
and I gave it all the love
I could gather,
the river loved me back,
so much that "it"
(calling so because
of my indecision
of calling a he or a she)
almost let me to become one with.
I felt no more sadness
nor earthly pain
or hunger for eyes
to watch me dearly,
for arms to hug me kindly,
for smiles as gifts for me.
My selfishness stopped…
I had everything flowing,
I was melted into
zillion of water drops running
with the river, gliding
into the horizon…
For a moment
I believed that's it!
The horizon!
If you ever feel unloved
go to a river,
discharge your pains
and watch how it becomes
The horizon
... Feel you are one
with the river
and your going forward
no matter what.
To a place
where everything
is equally loved
and cared for.
I can only suppose now,
human could touch the horizon,
I know I can be the horizon,
are we the horizon?
Or maybe only a river
touching the horizon...
A river of love...
could I ever hope to be it?
For each creature,
each form of life
to drink me,
so I could be part of them,
and then them,
to be part of me
totally free
to walk or swim
with all rivers
into the sea
our Mother.
Mother to sing us lullabies
to hold from
small spark of stars...
Then scattered away
for another moment
of connection...
Full awareness.
poem by Elena Sandu
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Industrial Fortress
Where are they now?
Those voices that once held dominion over my mind.
What poor soul are they accusing of forgiveness in seeking beyond blindness
All that lay in wait for us within a kingdom of ever changing ages?
They story turns, my pupils burn and the world unfolds, never younger,
Never older but always the story is told. Wrapped in paper skin I'm dissolving
Into a solution of madness, revolving around a hope in revolution.
An Industrial fortress stands as solemn testament to the devilry of man,
Silhouetted against the sickly yellow clouds that smother the horizon
A labyrinth of pipes and towers forever cooling unwinds before the eye
They have proclaimed the death of the river man; they have proclaimed the death of the sky
And told are we as children lost that no Jack is there to paint the frost upon the window pane.
The forest night is dead it seems and peopled only by our dreams
Those ghosts of ever fading pasts, those memories which forever last.
The flames of the solar phoenix are flaring
The days are dissolving beyond recollection and no hope of resurrection is there for we
Sinful soulful warriors of midnight’s canopy. Vulnerable yet free, bruised yet smiling and all the while suckling upon the roots of the world tree, weeping in freedom's name.
Free me
Free me of misery
Free me of ecstasy
Free me of carnage
Free me of love
poem by David Lacey
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Reflections Waltz
Let your hair down, loosen the grip,
Take it at your own pace.
Dropping down, without a frown
It seems all I am a soul of a clown
Confined within the boundaries of a fool.
Always one more time, just to see it through,
When will it grow old, or will it keep growing old with you.
Let the people know the world they fear is no charade
There’s dogs that walk the streets with shining plastic smiles,
Girls upon parade, fade into the shadows,
still temptation takes hold.
Here I lay complacent,
Displaced from my form.
Take me to another plain,
So I can grow and be reborn.
Soon the realization
That every single day is simply passing
By us in another simple way.
Waste away the years
Find something to say.
Above the drink, the paling moon,
Dancing an eternal waltz in harmony,
With the symphony of life,
We play, we pray to see you soon.
Lock as the door hides you away,
Ashamed of your mask,
You knew the illusion would never last
How far have we come to see the day is done this way?
To smile another time, close your eyes, you know the way,
a way to see the blues into the nightshades, below the moon.
Rejoin with friends long lost in obscurity, I love you, I love,
Silent Spring as she breathes fresh air into the arms of the lovers,
Blame no one but the hand of fate that guides the mood,
Everyone together now rejoice, be reborn with the new year as shadows
Waltz with reflections in the looking glass.
Pictures ripped up, torn, my mask is a little worn,
Better start rebuilding to be reborn with the wind by my side.
There’s no need to sit and watch, what is it you wish to gain
Take a picture it’ll last a little longer keep forever still the rain.
Into pale shades of the moon, we close our eyes and sink into the night
The temple lies in ruins; beyond the skies there flies the loon
With melting goo-goo eyes, bound for bloodshot skies, horizon bound
For sorrow, always running round in circles, lost and never found lay tomorrows
Dreams unfounded.
Rejoin the tribe
Growing older, wiser everyday
What’s left to wipe the tears away?
It’s mine to share, leave me alone, it doesn’t seem fair
That it should all pan out this way
Get out of my room, I don’t want to be here with you.
Why is it I feel this way?
I can never understand
this fantasies too real for me
No place left for me to land.
A year since our last kiss
Sweet rose,
Lost in crystal bliss a pose,
Withered as the river knows
To keep on flowing but not where to go.
This is all we know.
Wasting away everything we own
Digging the dirt, strip some meat from the bone
Dreams lie in the present
We are all that can exist
In-between meditation,
There’s no appeal in motivation
There’s some sense of hesitation
In doing nothing. Oh sweet nothing at all.
So much I’ve seen in what came to pass, lets see it through the year,
The first the most, and everything, the day the world melted before your eyes,
And the floorboards dripped down onto the ceiling, twisted, burnt, ripped, worn down to the bone.
Adorned in gold upon your throne, don’t make a fool of yourself
Tease me, please me, and release me of your spell
I have no tale to tell, no canvas on which to paint the love I felt back then
More fresh, alive, a will to survive that’s what we have,
With faces that now seem strange in a distant light.
poem by David Lacey
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Action Reaction Consequence Guilt
The dryer turns a tumbleweed churn
As we ponder the realm
Of midnight oils bubbling, blurring
In the cascade of rainbows glamour fading.
Here we are left
Wondering what it is we have learnt from the experience.
Have we learnt to appreciate the moment in the present’s presence.
Are we to be left upon the shelf with no defenses, helpless?
Or are we forever to drift inside the river or our knowing.
My form aches from exposure to the eye, the void of the sun unfolding.
Can you see the stars in her eyes, Can you see you the story untold
Beyond the page, beyond the end of demonic manifestations raging Forth bold from the ether, scattering tribes, bribing in temptation
Selling enslavement in the guise of redemption
Empty threats for empty minds
You have your fun I'll have mine.
Action Reaction Consequence Guilt
Each a wall I've built up a round my soul
Each a wall that makes me whole.
I remember the girl of checkered fabrics
Waving goodbye sweet dreams forever to skies
Of blue, Sinking blissful in slumber
Into a blanket of morning dew.
Here I am left wishing wasted,
Here I am running to be chased.
Escape beyond the reason you find upon the mantel ticking over,
Picking no tone from another in endless clockwork symmetry,
Seek a reason beyond the bowl the elders say
What’s meant to be won't pass you by they say
As she comes running fast headstrong alike the last rays of the setting sun
Dying as the race is run only to come together when the morn hath sprung
Win me love a love is won, Sing a song beneath the sun
Swallowed into dream time, sanctuary from this blue of mine
The deepest blue I've known
poem by David Lacey
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