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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

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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Little Evil Angel – SoundCloud

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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

Heaven stops the take

10,000 bound

20,000 found

30,000 sound an alarm to start the hunt in these hallow grounds

This palace of ivory 

Carve’d from hungry slaves 

Mounted on a holy well, and 3 witches placed  a spell

So all that pass by, walk into hell 

 

2,000 bells ring 

3,000 long lasting chimes

4,000 brilliant candles, lining the path to hell 

The blind, the mute, the lame have all found hell 

They will tell this tale 

in a fashionable way, They hail 

for the boat men, his dog wielding the devils 6 tales 

Dance with the devil 

When the levee breaks 

Heaven will stop this take…………Fade to black, Cut to edit and Throw away 

Dancing all day 

Running all night 

Bet the gallows sway 

Let the blood drip bright 

As Heaven Stops This Take 

Silver salvation. ( the next track by Dorian Grey)

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poetry found on AMAZON!!

elected endeavours of emperors just some great poetry

rhymes

Broken

 

he had spoken

Silence

the jester said in compliance

hoping

not to be roped in

confined

to never be fined

socialize, romanticize, problemize all your thoughts to compromise to hollywood

 

calling cards                                                                          lost and found

falling hard towards a plate of knives                                     toss’d and bound

a bed of nails to treat those hives                                         Boss’d the sound

a ghost for alive lives                                                          held around the sound that was found

a special, half off any dive                                                  in a tightly bound envelop

cascading down to find a sound and carrie frowned on TV

 

goodbye to all the stars

hello to the fans afar

and we can find the only time to scar

up in the sky with a silver lining in the dive bars

 

beer cans, whiskey hands, bottles laying on stands, dreaming of far off lands

as we play out the bands

 

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

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