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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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If I die, my love for you. will never die

He stood beside her/she stood beside him
Hand in hand, smiling where they stand
They through caution to the wind
Making their next of kin
Traversed the world
And took it by storm

Now there is a time for everything
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to sow, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to break down, a time to build up
A time to weep, a time to laugh
A time to lose, a time to gain
There is a time for everything
But as he stood beside her/and she stood beside him
Hand in hand/smiling where they stand
There is never a time for love to fade away
And like a leave hanging on the tree in sway
He love will stand beside her now
Hand in hand

Poetry – Recipe for Anarchy

http://www.recipeforanarchy.com/poetry/meet-your-demons-shake-hands-and-bow

Here lies a beautiful website/blog.
‘recipe for anarchy’ has everything.. Reviews of poets and poetry. Recipes for all your needs and wants.

This link is a review of my book release.
These words are touching. To have a another artist speak of a poet with praise.
This is why i write….so others may find their muse!!!

Thanks for the kind words “recipeforanarchy”

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!! 

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20/20

Sit on the crooked chair under the ladder stair and receive a standing overture of stares. Plain ppl stare into the night so a reflection wont be reflected back to the dead. Systems broken leadership on bend and knee. Why didn’t we see that hindsight in 20/20. Just like the honey bee before they emerge from their slumber. They know to think before acting. Stir the flower, waste the energy from the sun. And steal their nectar from the pedals and harvest the life blood to which we call existence.   Existence burns in the veins.  Sweet as honey to the taste. Fiery and alive till we stop existing and just start being. Not like the honey bee. But just like the plain ppl that stare into the night 

its been 3 years

elected endeavours of emporers

so it has been 3 years since i started my poetic career. it has been a battle but fun all the same

here is the link to my first full length book of poetry

filled with poems about Life, Love and Death 

Eye Candy

She walks down the streets
through the crowds and painted faces

Shopping centres hold nothing but vanity
This is just eye candy
Hey sandy, stand in the rain and let the make up wash away
this place took hours to recreate
Placed in section and made to fit perfectly
into each other
blush, mascara, eyes lined with black
The shadow, Smokey and glazed the sharper image
the silhouette on her lips enhance every word she speaks
and it flows of her tongue to float across the air
teasing the sight for one last look to the beauty
Oh Sweet Vanity
Eye candy to the noblest kings
What a brilliant sting sent from the string that had us tied to vanity
Fancy, that my love, poeple look to the models on high
The picture of eye candy
The truth standing with vanity
Its all insanity to think we can be only eye candy
and not have depravity

Humanity is the only True Beauty

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