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Sands of time

A eunuch stands at the hallow grounds. Singing into the hollow tree trunk. Singing of lovers lost and a life once watched.
Standing in awe of the mist as the night revives to the  fog as the dawn rolls into the hallow ground. Rolling in like the tide curling over the sands of time. 

White over green
And weeds wrapping around the sphere of water like a bag in the wind.
Still the eunuch cant find the answers to the song that he sings
Or what the morning starts to bring
Minds criss cross in a single wrinkle in time
Spirits roam in wandering towards the light
Lingering and labouring through the walls into the sands of time

White on grey
Swinging through the breeze, less hallways and corridors
The afternoon is when they take their tea
Looking as the waves curl onto the sands of time from the grasping sea
Now all will be
And the sands of time will never cease to show what needs to be seen

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Grave robber grace robber

Under a midnight sky

A fresh full moon

Staring right down your throat

Still the sky changes not to blood or darkness

But to an even brighter full moon

So you can watch the grim reaper walk down the tracks  (hell hounds on leash)

Whistling your tune

Grave robber grave robber

Take my coffin

Throw it to the sea and let it take me

Lights, camera, action

Take it away and let it live

Give it a name and watch it die

Until the lights go out on the st.

(Lites, camera, action. Fade into a st spotted by lights)

Flicker the match and burn the gasoline and leave the flesh melted and crude , raw and scarred

After this is created in prose

Hand it to the minds that can tear it apart with control and fresh eyes.

Words that tear and still feel because they care
Get these pictures, scenes and stories of old.

(lights, camera, film this st with speed and grace)

The pen is mightier then the sword

So st

art the ink to flow from the veins of the fingers attached to the minds guided by the soul that will create the words to cage the Gods

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Stand in prose
Hold the candle
Guide the light past the gaze of night
Forward onto dawn
Stand in prose
(lights, camera, action)

Sands of time

A eunuch stands at the hallow grounds. Singing into the hollow tree trunk. Singing of lovers lost and a life once watched.

Standing in awe of the mist as the night revives to theĀ  fog as the dawn rolls into the hallow ground. Rolling in like the tide curling over the sands of time

White over green

And weeds wrapping around the sphere of water like a bag in the wind

Still the eunuch can’t find the answers to the song that he sings

Or what the morning starts to bring

Minds criss cross in a single wrinkle in time

Spirits roam in wandering towards the light

Lingering and labouring through the walls into the sands of time

White on grey

Swinging through the breeze less hallways and corridors

The afternoon is when they take their tea

Looking as the waves curl onto the sands of time from the grasping sea

Now all will be

And the sands of time will never cease to show what needs to be seen

Secrets in art and prose

With the wine sitting on the table. Dancing with the flames of the 4 candles that are lit, all in celebration and memories of 4 years spent in an embrace of each other. Dancing through the grape vines and journeying the chasms of life. 
2 paths collided and spun in a downward spiral to find the handle just before the ground came upon the sky.
Holding each other tightly and gathering momentum and waltzing past the clouds and the crossroads.
Whispering the secrets in art and prose only into each others ears.
Kiss and enjoy the sweet honey from her lips kiss and enjoy the sweet passion from his lips.
Enjoy the day
Enjoy the nite
Let these candles burn bright. For next year we drink with 1 more candle and memories to celebrate.
Dancing with life and all the secrets in art and prose.

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!! 

Garden grow

The Calming over the storm
The Blind leading the Deaf
in search of so much more

The Swamp, The Mire, The Moor
All sink into the hallows
Feet wading in muddy shallows
Shins blurred into bone marrow
Still we dance, Tonight
we drink to the fright
the sun rises after the night
This Swamp, This Mire, This Moor
All such a mighty sight

Light the eucalyptus
you need to lift this
and let the candle float in hell

The only time you heal, is when your alone
The only time you steal, is when your cut to the bone

Dried after the storm
like a woman scorn
A man is born, Naked and searching

Let the field of corn, be sown
after the rain, and reaping has grown

Letting the blind lead the deaf
there’s nothing let to see
Letting the mute speak to the slow
Human’s can start to be

Stand at the gate
watch the garden grow
and burn all the fate
letting destiny a flow
Through the gate and have this garden grow

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

Broken yet Beautiful

finally making a stand
with my heart in hand

mistakes to be made
leaving it blue, black and red
grays never the right shade
lost and confused in your head
yet your colours will be shown
with a beautiful song written in lovin tone

I’ll sing this tune to you
as your laying on my chest
listening to the heart
as it keeps the beat to our love song
and the lyrics whisper in your ear
your smile is the blueprint to the song
the major notes to be heard all around

even though my heart is ripped and torn
Im still longing to be beautiful
but Im stuck at being broken
all I know is I want you to fix me
singing your song is helping me heal

it’s all I want to see
all I need is for to lay beside me

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