judith reigns supreme

don't ask about my morals
i can't remember them anymore
i knew that when i kissed you;
i knew that it was wrong
it's not that you didn't love her
i was just a body in your bed
when i crept into your camp
and i stole your head
but how much weight would it take
to cut you deep
what's love without pain
i just wanted to make you bleed
feel and hurt again
from the cross around my neck
to the stains upon your sheet
it's not that i didn't love you
and in that moment i did
you gave me the tools to defeat
the tool it took to defeat me

but you came to my part of town
and i couldn't let you away
when i incapacitated you
i left your tongue in the fray

this was a relationship of keep
staring, slaying, you'll be praying
hope you remember where you're staying
killing, chilling, barely moving
leaving kisses on the stairway
driving, harder, mirthless laughter
i'll cut off your head and make you a martyr

refuse thy name

i know that you hold the key
come and sin again,
sin once more with me
we can deny them all
repentance lies in every heart you'll see

lie not with your woman tonight
she has more to hide than me
while she is faking every caress
my faintest touch holds more belief

original sin doesn't exist
you took even that pride from me
you take weight faithfully
i'll give back the honour-
you can have back the keys

consider it a crime of passion
that i don't know what to say
my tongue has run away with untruths
and thrice i let you get away

but you named me thusly
you gave me my name
and in the same breath you tarried me
and gave me away

Jesus, forgive me now
i'm lying little away
you were to flick water in my eyes
but you let me stray
you let me stray

deny thy father

arise my forgiven sinner
shake off thou dewy head

thou eyes art full of regret
enough left to be unsaid
if looks were to speak
spoken truths were then your face
every line and cross'd t
led your saint to make mistake

the clouds that darken

my body has been lifted;
left behind the stairwell
parts of me and all my matter
-lie all bone and sinew
and everything in between
the dark near where you tread
i lay at your feet
as you rise and i descend.
i linger on the stairwell
hear my unearthly cry
can you smell my rotting flesh
-in limbo left to lie
as i lie here in tangled limb
you wont find me brother
but here i am, the forgotten sin
here i am, Body of Another

i am desirous

the soft burr of irresistible things
the heady sway of you that encumbers
you're in the air
I can taste your cotton candy slumber
you hot sugary delight
you lover for a summer night
you dream for a midsummers eve
whining persistant misdeed

your honour

It is but for your honour
that my wandering hands I still
my wandering eye bestows
to know no greater pleasure
to look upon such beauty as your own

all things

I know that when my heroes die
One by One
that all good things must end.
I know when the curtain falls
the play is done
and our song must end,
we will all dance to our graves
but you've made it this far
come a little further with me
walk a little more;
I can't believe your time is done
join me in the ever after
and we'll live eternally.
I'll love you like an afterthought
surely forgotten and bright
bathe inside the afterglow
the afterglow of life
I'll exist forever here
forever on a plane
I'll exist in chemistry
-a synapse in your brain
who was I to waste a thought
a lazy hardly figured thought
but who was I to know,
I couldn't know that-
all good things must end.

stand alone

My head t'was struck
in lightening felt
a thought of love
and lovers dealt
a hitch'd breath
my soul was gone
a rest of sighs
and it was morn

industrial watchtowers

stood four pylons on a hill
looking out and seeing all
listening, watching, never moving
currents high ahead flowing
a stream of never-ending thought
seeing all the world in it's wordly glow.

i think you know

attested flow of everything I knew
ebbs and flows the course of change
time was sweet, and sweeter still
this cursed wrench of knowing you
I thought I'd loved, and so I had
but love wants not for changes paid
the thought of everything knowingly said
I thought I knew, and knew I did
stiller sleeps the eyes of another
racked with want my sleepless slumber
open mouth and glances stolen
stifles air with words unspoken

elysian

I am sure
(I always am I always will)
that even with my eyes closed
I would know it was you
from the tightening in my bones
and the fluttering of my soul
as it races to meet you
you send me overboard,
it touches heaven in a mortal girl

apocalyptic chic

when the shadow at last overcomes us
as the sky opens above us
spread your weight upon the ground
hold the earth and thank for it
falling from a height
only means that you fall harder

the red glow of everything that ends
the encompassing heat that scorches
as ash and molten earth rush back
to meet it's last day

the collision of everything that transcends
and nightmare dreams that evade and creep
from your darkness and whisper in your ear
as you sleep

unadulterated love

my hands stroke the soft middle

my hands, they know you well

You are lived in,

and you are mine

the skin that bunches

slack against your bones

I want to swallow the very expanse of it

I want to swallow it whole

I burrow into every furrow

seep out of every pore

for every capillary crushed or not

holds the love I knew you bore

your muscle is going in your arms

but still your skin is thick

thinning down to paper thin on

the inside of both your wrists.

Your hair is faded and the 

unsightly ones, the wiry

unexpected ones

belong right where they are sewn in

your eyes are the knowing kind

they predict my every sigh

it's a wonder I don't read you

every time we lie-

the speed bumps and the speckles of pigmentation 

that don't mar your weather worn skin

map your contours as I travel you,

consume the life you have to give

the endless comfort and security 

to know, I know you've lived.

lake of lacklustre

You're empty 
I can't see behind your eyes
the glass that reflects 
is not your emotion but mine
it's like you've abandoned ship
there's nobody home
you're hiding behind smoke
and I can't see through the decline
(the lights aren't on and nobody's home)
I could pretend you're interesting 
but I can't listen to you as you drone
all I can do is watch you
as you leave me on my own

You used to be so bright
shone like polished stones
traded in for grit dull and sold
your curiosity and your mind
you think your argument is so 
free and self-grown
but you are repeating the line
read by persons on and on

Bright Young Thing why are you so sad
are you looking to a future you never had
why can't you see what you have in front of you
is an ever-changing path
if you think this is happiness 
you are wrong
if you think this is normal
you are having me on
if you think emptiness is a replacement for solving your problems
you are already too far gone

the media will tear us apart again

Well I don't know about the 'other',

is there even a 'them'?

a who or why a where a how a read about and when

I don't know about this palava 

I think you're making it up,

making something out of nothing- you must be seeing things

See, I do know about the weather

- The Now and we're together,

the making things from broken things

and stringing together everything

(learning each others ways)

I know about the colours,

I see them everyday

- the vibrancy of vibrant things,

the second glance at 'normal' things.

Why can't you see it hurting,

we're already getting along

- because I don't care where you were born

or where you're 'really from'.

I think you're picking at a puzzle

which has already been done

- we fit and meet and go together

and there is nothing wrong.

unnatural law

How dare you presume 

to preside over another kind 

our lives exist by chance

you aren't the be all of life

because to say we were more evolved

does not give you automatic right

to enslave another race

and overuse your might

if you think that this obsession with power

makes you smart and strong

you are wrong

you are just regressing back to 

the primates that we came from

natural law exists in natural state

and this artificial empire 

a dark world does make

I suppose it's okay

when you don't see them

locked in cages

when you can't hear them

crying with pain

they might be out of your sight

but I put it to you that

you are out of your mind

to allow these transgressions 

to not be seen as crime

and the guilt that you would feel

if you saw them writhing

saw them struggling for air

your guilt would choke your airways

and pour out of every pore

(like the blood every day 

drains from them as they die on the floor)

What gives you the right 

to control and abuse

to stand at the top of the world

with everything under you feet for your use

just remember that they sustain you

and in this way they hold the tools

and one day, the day is coming

when every inch of life

that has felt mans disuse 

will stand up and accuse

when we all burn 

it will be them who turn from you

and finally you will feel their hurt

But while the current hierarchy exists

and the greedy and the selfish rule

there is nothing to be done

but the lead by example and 

enlighten a few

and hope the few see the light

and I know if it was within my power

and without fear of afterlife

for every life of every animal

I would give mine

city in dust

I want to walk down every street

and feel the broken glass-

the dust and the stones and the broken bones beneath my feet

I want to feel the pulse of the dying animal under my hand

I want to lie with my dying city for one last time

(I want to lie with her again)

I know your skin is wearing thin

it stretches a little too far over everything I've known

I know the little hair you keep is fading grey

the stacks and stacks of bones

go to sleep my fair kin, go to sleep

wrongs don't make

you are friction
an ungainly addiction
you keep me warm,
i can't complain
you keep my fettered heart
in bits and parts
-i guess that's all i can say
i don't know whether to love you or hate you,
to keep or discard you-
although it's not my choice to make
i want to own you;
want to loathe you;
but still you come;
Away, away

my bed is broken
with words unspoken
-and things yet to come
you are wholesome,
and utterly loathsome
you don't know your soul
from your name
-this broken thing
i keep it going
this bloody token
of your hold
on me-

welcome to the 21st century

There are no broken records
(I know I sound like one)
our lives are spoken
like gods not woken
on CD and MP3
-a broken song
lost in translation 
done up with obligation 
and promises to keep
hold your own
we've done away
with adultery 
and trickery
(because no one fucks to love anymore)
we have no ties to break
and speak over when people try to think
we're losing touch with reality 
and all the things that are meant to be
good for me
I am full of need
but
-we still spin records
and smile as we sleep

Enoch Rising

I cannot tell of old soldiers lost

but I would to each and every one:

a Voice

to sing pain and anguish out in verse

-to hear it cried out and fought and learnt 

Their agony on radiowaves

sent to every home

gather round and listen well

-These men are men that made 

the world we live in now

But to know is a terrible thing

and secretly I thank;

to know not of a time

when my men were to die

and their prayers unsent.

We've so much more to give

a debt never to be repaid 

(and repaid in kind)

the lives that were lost

-the whole world's a grave.

eyes the colour of the world

If I counted the leaves as they fall
the fluttering reassurance of things that end
I would have my eyes forever in awe of sunset
the amber that traps moments within
Autumn is my most comfortable season
it is of things that wash away
that cleanse my used heart
but will begin again

Winter is much less harsh
for it's absence leaves me with the space
the introspective that bears me unbroken
to be sure I am still here
the barren empty silence
that still resonates your last
is a biting reminder
of what is yet to come

The growing in my mind
like tendrils of a vine
(wrap once again around)
to claim what is yours
-and what is mine
the cool green of rebirth
and yet I am never changed
again I let you consume
whisper again your sweet refrain

That lingering passion
is not now quite as strong
but the love of lovers returning
as I am reunited with my other soul
scorches hotter than everything
I have ever known
this is when I am heady with you
and too quick I forget who I am
and I am in need of sweet Autumn
-to watch the leaves again

sickamour

My sweet sycamore

spin like tiny planes of hurt

crash into me I'll hold you tight

I am what you need

Stick to me sweet sycamore

she that scatters all around

fall to my feet like snow

and coat the ground

Follow me sycamore tree

my nymphet of the earth

follow me to the underworld

I'll teach you how to serve

My luscious sycamore 

sing to me your love

chirrup a joyful refrain

spread your arms in the balcony above

empty houses

There is nothing more to explain

there is nothing left to be said

we said it all and all that's left

is the empty space between our bed

it's not that I'm fed up with you

I just don't know what to say

we've exhausted every topic;

we have travelled every vein

so when we part (and I know we will, I can see it's inevitable now)

don't scream my love, or shout, nor cry

I'm not to bid you farewell,

I promise, I'll see you again my love

we're just to say this last goodbye 

buttons can't hide your intent

You are an assisted calamity 
an upright standing decent 
citizen of the public
but you'd rather be
somewhere else, I can see it
when you nurse your wounds
it's a seething desperate desire
to hurt to consume with
fire and purge the world of
the things you consider to be
rude, you're a prude
you're a prude
and I despair, I despair for you

loss of magic

My soul departs

I feel like I'm tilting backwards

like I'm on the edge of falling down

I feel like every time I close my eyes

it's the last thing that I will know

I think I am fading away

I'm falling off the page

I am becoming fainter and fainter

in print I hardly exist 

do you know me

I can't remember now

please promise me I'm here

I'm here and simultaneously 

I'm gone

jumping in puddles

Don't pretend you're real

you weak imitation of life

you carbon copy of an echo 

of a tracing of a girl

the wavelengths you try to replicate 

are flatter than your fake wishes

and I find you rather tedious 

in fact I'd rather watch paint dry

I deign you improper

and I couldn't drown in you

because there isn't an inch of depth to you

You probably think me contrived 

and you'd be right my love

it's all in the name, my love

but at least I don't have to try

Just like fake lashes 

with your fake nails

with your lips that are plainer

than you like to pretend

You pale imitation of life

how did you ever think you could replace her

she who was prettier and smarter

she who laughed harder

who didn't fawn like a follower of the crown

whenever I waved my hand

my eyes are itching, aching 

with a desperate need to get rid of you

turn around and face the wall,

I wont even look at you now

I'm so done with you,

I'm done.

I feel disgusted that
you touched me
my body may not be a temple
you could've at least taken off
your shoes
you make my skin crawl
and I berate myself now for going willingly to your bed
when it comes to affairs of the heart
you are an affair to be forgot
my flesh pricks up when
I think of you
it's crawled right out of the door
I am left
I'm a whore
I'm a whore
a bloodied mass of organs
and even they deplore
you, every single touch
sank right through my skin
you pushed and prodded
what ought have been left
alone is still the better
option now
As if I'd choose you;
As if I'd choose you;
As if I'd choose you.

he fulfils every role I need
a fawning sycophant
baying to the crowd
everyone is in want of a hero
why not make him mine
in want of a hero
in want of a prince
mould him any way i want
there is not need to be alone
Crown of Fury
his vengeance wild
this plastic doll
pretends he's gold
what hurts him he wont know
he doesn't know he's just a device for a girl

I am a plethora of epithets
an unending stream of furtive fumblings in the dark
a quick hello and constant goodbyes.
I come and go
Pleasing is what i do
ending with a comma until i return
with the unspoken promise that i will.
I am never there for long, aren't i sweet?
i know you find me charming
ex-isting only when i'm gone
en-joying the empty silence
when i'm not around to prove you wrong.
A kiss of implied love
not best lost
I stop and linger on your tongue
a cold cut to your mouth when i can
because i can
I am
I am
I am.

This is the house I live in
the eyes are in the walls
hands beckon behind the sofa
the blood drips on the floor

This is the house we live in
look underneath our beds
we are so much closer to heaven
because we bring it to the test

This is the house we live in
there's no way of seeing in
we bordered up our insanity
so tight we cannot breathe

This is the house we live in
the one that smells of death
the one that we came to die in
and just couldn't keep to ourselves

This is the house I live in
no plastic on the floor
do you think they'll wash it off
the blood and the pain that it's absorbed

This is the house I live in
i'd invite you in to see
four walls make a home
this house is made of you and me

This is the house we live in
the writing's on the wall
we built this house together
you never screamed very loud at all

'If rape, poison, daggers, arson
Have not yet embroidered with their pleasing designs
The banal canvas of our pitiable lives,
It is because our souls have not enough boldness.'- Baudelaire

Mirror Mirror look how you shine
with colours array and beauty divine
but when you're alone you are dull and in pain
you are nothing at all, but an Empty Pane
Shatter Shatter look on my floor
you will find your shards is what I abhor
why don't you ever come out of your frame
all you ever wanted was attention and fame
Darling Darling who's the fairest of them all
it's not you, you belong in a carnival hall

holding candles proverbially

that his words were a candle
to my ear
that burnt
burnt with a fiery passion that hurt
spun out the tapestry
that broke
the ties
and was the fuel that fed
the lies
the lies of a lover who rests their head
on pillow talk and thinks not
when he said
'I love you'
'Forever and Always, my love'
well now my lover look to above
the pit you are condemned to
reaches far
sew your threads like a needle
see how you fare
I know you're in hell
I'll see you there

touch and go

she's stumbling and ducking and looking up
every glanced filled with a Hopeless Refrain
a pathetic string of 'why me's'
courses through her veins
he stutters and splutters and starts and laughs
he thinks 'it's obvious', but where to begin?
he could give her a list of reasons
the who and how's
the ins and outs
but he longs to get stuck in

it's vile and vicious
he feels alive and delicious
he marvels in his
Malicious Attack

but something changed when the word was go
when the pleas and screams stopped
he shudders with fear, its new, a kind he doesn't know
'this is all wrong' he thinks in despair
why is he feeling this way
all he wanted was to touch her but he just isn't prepared
for the endless hole in his stomach
for the point of no return
when she stopped smiling
when the blade sank in

a play on words

watch me in the rhetoric
I have a pleasing sound
I twist and turn and play on tongues
I am a mellifluous kind
I ebb and flow
a honeyed drawl
in mouths butter wouldn't melt
spit me out I fall soft and close
an apple in proverb
I sit so nicely in the fray
a tangible delight
I dance and play and I am always
an honourable end to a fight
men use me when they love and hate
they utter me when they praise
I may stutter and I stumble but
in death I am always heard
'who am I' and
my name you ask
you should not be so absurd
you know me well
and indeed you know me,
I am the spoken word

advice from a caterpillar (Alice Alice series)

can I help you dear you look quite lost
and you have wandered in my midst
this caterpillar with obsidian eyes
will help in your distress
if you fly away like butterflies
at least tell me your name
for I am old and very wise
and I love to hear a tale

Silly Girl you mustn't fret
speak in riddles and in rhymes
don't worry dear I've got all day
relax and take your time
from the refined way you speak
i know you must be quite deranged
if we weren't all mad here
i'd have thought you'd gone insane

flutters and wings, a hundred legs
a Cheshire Cat Grin
Big and Small
you know them all
my patience is wearing thin

we're going round in circles
you'll have to accept your fate:
it's 'whomever fits the glove'
And your glove is quite forsake
oh Father William might be old
but it's you that's lost their brain
i wish to change my mind and leave
your conversation is quite inane

you don't know who you are
im starting to wonder if you are anyone at all

a pool of tears (Alice Alice series)

Alice Alice you're not long for this world
you try to fit in but you don't belong here
try to escape before the nightmare unfurls
lose the petticoat and fly away from your fears
One Dimensional Girl take your off your gloves
don't hold on ceremony, you're in wonderland love

Lucy may fly but Alice drowns in tears
you're only dreaming but you might not leave
look into the abyss the abyss into you leers
silly little rabbit she's lost in her fears

Wayward Alice, they've tricked you downhill
the ground is soft it swallows you whole
through haze of smoke and mind altering pills
you'll never again return to your home

Curiouser and Curiouser this land is insane
a driving force that keeps you alone
wondering where you are and have been
lost in a fairy tale more Grimm