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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

Gods of our time

Kick start this heat wave and create an evolution
Like the Genesis
Pull the trigger and bleed the revolution
Like the walls of Jericho
Watch until his feet stop kicking
Her lips dripping with blood
As her tongue starts licking
As the walls, covered in blood start sticking
This is the scene for the masses
False hood and Hollywood taught in classes
Reality is still only a scene through each different glasses
Stand fierce against the current
Trends and faux pas of this so called “peaceful, intelligent society”
Oh Hollywood and false hoods….
The gods of our time

Eternity and evermore

1 year
365 days
With hand in hand walking in the rain
With some pain but a truly beautiful gain
As we painted the town red stain
This love will be sustain for all to see
This fame
We all call love!!!
This song of the morning dove
A blessing from above
All in her eyes is love
For eternity  and ever more

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!! 

Little Evil Angel – SoundCloud

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Speak As Spoken – SoundCloud

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A LITTLE SPOKEN WORD FOR ALL YOU LOVERS OF FREE PROSE AND SCORES OF LIFE’S TRYIN’ ENDEAVOURS

SHE

She dances with the pen

Dipped in bloody ink, so the page shows footsteps of a sacred soul

Her dress flows in the wind

Beautiful and Elegant

Miss-understood to the world

But her man sees the perfect picture

Not just a silhouette in the foreground

But he sees the prelude to the a pure painting of life

Vincent Von Gogh would stop, stand and stare at

The Mona Lisa would smile with the Gods as they watch this enchantress dance

Dancing souls, Never fools

He will write of her beauty in sonnets, odes, and poems

and Never let go

He will prove this, In every waking moment

He will prove this, in every waking moment. Fore evermore

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