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June 2014

Sticks and stones

sticks and stones may break my bones
but I always will be true
you might not find the prove in it…….but I’m still in love with you

Coffee shops and biscuits
conversations over due….this place I will sit and be with you

cause the sun won’t rise without your smile and the doves won’t sing their tune
but tonight I’m asleep like a babe in arms…all cuddle close to you

Ill take you out and boast to them
beggars will always want food
even the thorn on the rose stem, will always remind me of home….like you do
with all I need
your all I need
all and only you

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show me the creeps

a waltz down the hall of a horror films trance

Sincerely

sincerely
Listen to what I’m saying
every scene you will see is part, hand in hand with the seven seas
sweetly adrift in a swarm of sirens

a scorn to the chest and your entering the sirens nest confess to all this slander in scandal

surrounded by songs sung by the angels that we hear singing the song sung by king david
when he saw his siren in the shimmering light of the moon
as it shown down on her silhouette in a shine so bright
that the light stepped down and kneeled on her shoulders
Traveling the seven seas in search of sanctuary form the storm
with safety in sight with these scars on this ship
we all fall to the depths of the sea
find davy jones and hunt for this siren, scorn to slave hearts
striking lust into the stained hands of the sea
and find satan sitting on a stool signing the dotted line
so many times security failed
so I say ladies stay away
secretly seeking serpents sickness, slither sideways swaying silently and so far sneaky
scared sacred scenes, saw stayed stowed ships sink slowly shaking sirens singing songs of sad sighs, sights and sounds
(stop)
and with this sinister smile on the cheshire cats face
this silent cynical sermon will show the slightest advance of simplified systems of seduction

since time stopped of started
space and son have spun out of the surrounding surface and started a sirens solitude of solitary sentencing
stoop into a stew of scarf ice and searching for
some venom
some vices
snakes, serpents, smoke and smog
surround this space
slight of hand is slippery slimy and spoken in hush songs
some evil
some sin
sensual, sexual, skin, sex
single the sex in sinful satin
storing the subdued stories of scars
stained in the bed
starting to see the slight sight of light
searching for the sabre and signalling her to start slicing the seven sins
into a shattered mirror of society

Love with no End

another spoken word track by Dorian grey 

All stripped down and held……!!!

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