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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!! 

Hell we create

Watch as a man dressed in a black suit with a skinny tie. Strut towards the middle of the night. Longing into the foggy mist of the unknown.
In the dark there lies the evil, the nightmares, the monsters lurking in the shadows. But if you pay the man due.
He will keep those shadows wounded

Straight from the boat mans mouth a line and sinker. Hooking your teeth and dragging you to hell below.
Where evil wont linger
But if you pay the man due
He will keep those shadows wounded

Look for the devil in the details and summon the might to write in the pen that is mightier then the sword.
As sticks and stones may break bones
My silver tongue will cut you
You can dance with the devil
And haunt the prey
But you will always be the one who’s slane

Out of time

I drink my coffee, I drink my wine

these 6 strings only touch 2 fingers at a time

with 2 feet we dance on the edge of space, out of time

As we listen to the mothers chime

out of order, sitting in a line

Player play to the listeners rhyme

Stolen in a whisper such a crime

If life gives you lemons, Enjoy the lime

Dance with me into the sublime

Sitting on a fence, that’s a fine

Letting your brain twist into a bind

and peel away like a rotten rind

Listen to the fathers chime

and sing a song with such a rhyme

As listeners talk and prophets die on the vine

its a fine time to commit a useless crime

Just step together and hold the line

You’ll find the sublime, Its all a matter of time

Dance with 1 foot out of time

Become something more then the life’s last crime

At the cross roads, look for no sign

cast aside all the wine

and just sit a listen to this rhyme

From the wind chime

you will find, that human kind

May never find the sublime

Just dance with me, on the edge, out of time

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