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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

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

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 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

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!! 

this is all a dream

Everything is Portion

Everything in Motion

Everything beseeches Ocean

You lose everything on the oceans

After you drink the sirens potion

Taste her passion

As your blood starts roasting on your tongue

This is all a dream!

This is all a dream!!

This is all a dream!!!

You scream at the mirror!!!

Your lost on this big blue ocean

and cant find the motion in which way is up

Your tongue taste boasting

but your brain is all fuzzy notions

This is all a dream

This is all a dream

skeletons

its the ghost of 7 pasts
its the phantom of the grave
its the devil in the closet
and the skeleton will bring life fast
unto the naked eye
things happen in a time that is only seen because the shadows move the set
the stage is always rotating and evolving into a town, a seaside, a open field or a broken night mare of a scene that was only written about in a time when dragons ruled the earth and fire reigned into the volcanos.
the cascading boulders and stones throwing to the sins of man
the earth we fight to survive and strive into existence and history
people have lived before and died before
they have created before and destroyed before
they have fought on the the same bloody ground you fight on now
all before, before happened
Colours have changed to become vivid and dull fading into the epic background
surrounding the skies to see the seas and the tides waving to the stars and hiding the bubbles
that lead to the deep part of the universe
the unknown of what we thought was known
the blue that has now turned to black
sending in the nightmares the dreams and the stories of sailors survived the utter danger
that has been sent in by the tides of last days
in 7 pasts
the grave was empty
the closet was locked
and life was walking with more then skeleton on

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

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

Through concrete

& They will follow behind you, lead you astray

& You will dive into concrete, to secure the grave 

Broken, Broken Blades 

Stained in plane aspects 

Stained in Plain aspects 

from your hands 

Down with the ship 

Down with the stars 

Down with the scars 

Down with the ship 

The caption goes Down with the ship, Follow the current 

Waves, swirls. tides on strange seas, strange days 

Will stay, A lay 

With Broken, Broken Blades 

Stained hands 

Stained uniforms 

Stained gallows stands 

They will follow you through concrete, Down the hall to the grave 

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