I am the warrior
sure and true.
I feel the hate
thick blood in my brain.
My love is like my hate
Thick
powerful and sweet.
I love to hurt.
I hate to love.
I was the child.
I am your fear.
My eyes burn.
So far so near.
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When I was born
the universe screamed.
People cried.
I hurt.
I was.
My innocence has condemned me.
The life I want so sacred to me.
Knowledge has made them hate
despise
loath
what we have.
They do not see my child
my innocence.
With no understanding
they cannot comprehend.
So minds twist
in disgust
contort in misleading
misunderstanding.
My innocence
so vulnerable to the shadows
to the dark of night.
I feel hate and it disturbs me
it’s evil and it hurts me.
Aches, hangs and sags my mind.
Distorts me
and my face.
My innocence will always be
will always strangle my understanding
will keep me blind and numb
to their thoughts.
Their sinister ways.
To their all knowing insight they don’t have
for they do not believe.
I have the Frankenstein complex.
People fear what they don’t understand.
They also tend to hate
what they genuinely fear
or are not used to.
*
I have been alienated.
Exiled to dark corners.
To isolation, which makes it worse.
*
It now appears
that I attend dark, sinister séances
and am evil.
All because people don’t understand
that I might love a person, might love another.
Walking in the night
in the twilight of dawn
Premeditated murder
of your own
of yourself
Playing among the arches of time
Desperate needing
Immortal sence mortal mine
forbidden feeling.
*
Flying to a moment
soaring to her side
Together we make one
together we hide
*
They conspired to keep you apart
away from heaven
away from mer heart
But hold on – hold on
Touch the face of fate and stay long
stay long
I won’t hesitate our feelings
aren’t wrong.
Stand strong, hold on
Stand strong and hold on.
Drifting down
into mist shrouded valleys
The wind whistling in your ears
Then up
into the heavens where
the stars greet you
Then back to reality.
Inspiration irritates me
in the long thin hours of dark
When the witches bewitch
and the devils bedevil
and the faeries flutter
in gold and silver streaks
accross the starry woods.
The pixies light their lamps
among the black and blue trees
The mermaids sing their song
to the hushing moonlit tide
on a faraway shore
The white horses sparkle
silver in the starlight
The unicorn awakens from slumber
in the most sacredly secret
most deeply distant
most mysteriously magic
part of the woods
He awakens slowly sleepy
among the oldest and ancient roots
of the fig tree
Shakes from his body the dew
He must be up and about by three
He lifts his head and opens his wise wide eyes
and inspiration irritates me
Tugging and teasing my mind
in the long thin hours of dark
the most magical of times.
Slow soul-serving silence
Fleeting noise
A cold defiance
Stuck with words
I cannot speak
Hand so gentle
touch my cheek
*
Serving self denial
so close to heaven
so much like hell
The serpent twists
round the holy grail
Slow ring-a-rosie
and from grace I fell
*
From the cup
she takes a sip
Approaches close
licks my lip.
The broken throne
of something past
He was first
I will last
Make the mold
break the cast
The broken throne
of something past.
*
I kill the urge
of mortal sight
Do you know
what’s wrong – what’s right?
Me and all
my mortal might
I kill the urge
of mortal sight.
*
In fleeting moments
death draws near
In all defiance
I show no fear
When he’s close
life is clear
In fleeting moments
death draws near.
*
I cannot see
wood for tree
I cannot see
what’s good for me
I lost it down
on waters edge
I lost my crown
in a thorny pledge
I tried to save
a mortal soul
and fell…myself
in this mortal hole
The cross was not
my idea
My sweat and blood
no mortal tear.
*
The broken throne
of something past
He was first
I will last
Make the mold
break the cast
The broken throne
of something past.
The best times of my life are gone.
Black Friday.
Pick yourself up, pieces.
It’s time to move on.
Black Friday.
*
I lie so very well
What you see aint what you get.
No-one could tell
I have a wounded heart.
I may look fine
they say I look handsome, pretty
but you’re not mine
and I’m not yours anymore.
*
I was always a rebel
My mama says live like society
Well mama do tell
Must I follow a society
that justifies war
that hates all it can’t understand
and so far
it’s killed me and my love.
battle-axe
burning through the air.
Seeking out a skull
to split open.
Like a virgin
the skull splits apart.
Sheds warm red blood.
Sheds life.
*
Still I burn and yearn
for warm blood
for someone elses life.
The fight is on.
The night cold and calm.
Iced steam flares
from my nostrils.
Entangled in battle.
Hands calm cool
blind.
*
The battle-axe is my shepherd
I shall not want
It makes me want to fight
In nights of hate
It leads me through battle rough
It’s shaft and steel will lead me through
and comfort me
In deaths dark valley
I shall spill blood
Red rivers of hate and fear
Victory will always be mine.