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New book of poetry

If you enjoy the prose of The lizard king and the odes of T.S Eliot. The outer perception of William Blake. Check out the new full length book of poetry.  Out now!!!
Titled “The beauty of mystery” by Dorian grey

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Check it out at any online seller of books!! 

Hell we create

Watch as a man dressed in a black suit with a skinny tie. Strut towards the middle of the night. Longing into the foggy mist of the unknown.
In the dark there lies the evil, the nightmares, the monsters lurking in the shadows. But if you pay the man due.
He will keep those shadows wounded

Straight from the boat mans mouth a line and sinker. Hooking your teeth and dragging you to hell below.
Where evil wont linger
But if you pay the man due
He will keep those shadows wounded

Look for the devil in the details and summon the might to write in the pen that is mightier then the sword.
As sticks and stones may break bones
My silver tongue will cut you
You can dance with the devil
And haunt the prey
But you will always be the one who’s slane

Me, Maybe

This place left in a palace full of malice and pride
Carpets and tapestries all formed from human hide
Stand Focused, Awake and Aware
Stand under the ivories embrace and leave this broken mirror, looking at its own face
Believe me, sir
I have seen the black panther purr
Killed her and wore her fur
This was done with nothing pure
Will these walls fall? (As Jericho slammed to the ground)
Trumpets and voices sound (All came tumbling down)
Now bound to a voice of reason and blasphemy
Blinded by a place of the darkest unseen
Hell now seems like a love scene (In Paradise)
Fire and Brim stone lead ashes to ashes standing tall

Embrace me
Murder me
Smash my Roses and Burn my Bridges
Understand me, Maybe

Revelations Reckoning

The horn’s will sound

The beast’s will level the ground

The Angels will call, When Satan starts the fall

Diving into a pit of lava

to start the thousand year reign

No thunder, No lighting, not even rain

The righteous will die from foreign pain

The blood of the God’s will stain

The Earth, The Skies and The Souls

Children will bath in the rivers of blood and sleep on the shores of plague

Crime will run unflinching

Grime will stain the finger nails of man

Time will cease

The Dime will be the number of the beast

Never achieving peace

All doors shut

All windows boarded up

Concrete will bend, crack and split

Mountains will Bow, Crawl and Scatter

The Winds will Bellow, Cry and Scream

To find Revelations Reckoning

Life….or so we call it

Sobriety is so much more insane

Lets find it again!!!

Find the unbeaten path

Oblivious, Hypnotises

We Walk Alone…We Walk Alone

Sobriety, Insanity

We Walk Alone…We Walk Alone

Monotonousness, Mornings first kiss

We Walk Alone…We Walk Alone

Black stars, Blue skies

We Walk Alone…We Walk Alone

It’s all been sown and shown

To most of the bone, White and broken

Veins Brains and Strains

Fractures of skeletons

Fragments of life

Oh How

Oh How

The night is young after the meds have stung

Taking hold of something from the equilibrium

spinal fluid

Seem so lucid and obscene to the touch

but so real to the feel

Skin’s peel, The Souls Mask

Oh How

The night shows the light

under skin coloured lines

Oh How

The night is good times

dancing with the devil

under pale moon light

The eyes of the wolf, deer caught in head lights

FRIGHT

at a sight of yellow eyes

BY and By

we all slowly die

Suicide

Is suicide the answer?

Does it make you feel human?

Does it make you feel alive?

or is it all for fake fame, all to be forgotten by the loved ones?

Buried under a blank grave, not a white washed tomb but a waste of marble and dirt

What is suicide?

but only a cry for help and self loathing

or the inescapable  feeling of “you are only human

Is suicide for a name or just to receive shame?

To try and achieve Fame is suicide is its purest form

maybe there is a calm after the storm

Suicide is just Lame porn for the weak to beat off to

and die far from the answers, far from being human

Suicide anyone?

Under the sky

Under the sky….. With the foundation of her bottle

THRUST

4 the Stars

5 the Scars

6 the Gods

7 the Demons

8 the Light

Encoded in the numbers Written in news paper fonts

THREAT

All Hail

All Fail

All Tail

All follow the Knife

Blood trails through the carpet

Blood trails off my hands

I wash myself clean, I WASH MYSLEF CLEAN

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