truth of poetry



Lights, camera, action

Take it away and let it live

Give it a name and watch it die

Until the lights go out on the st.

(Lites, camera, action. Fade into a st spotted by lights)

Flicker the match and burn the gasoline and leave the flesh melted and crude , raw and scarred

After this is created in prose

Hand it to the minds that can tear it apart with control and fresh eyes.

Words that tear and still feel because they care
Get these pictures, scenes and stories of old.

(lights, camera, film this st with speed and grace)

The pen is mightier then the sword

So st

art the ink to flow from the veins of the fingers attached to the minds guided by the soul that will create the words to cage the Gods

Stand in prose
Hold the candle
Guide the light past the gaze of night
Forward onto dawn
Stand in prose
(lights, camera, action)


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


Check it out at any online seller of books!! 

I want in

I want to be held in darkness

and surrounded by your warmth, like a blanket

having your eyes glare yellow at me with the love you have for me

let all die from heaven above

let all fall away, killing the dove

I just Love you, My Love

I fit into you like a viciously worn in glove

make it become torn in  and dance with my soul

beat my heart with your name, whispered is faithful sin

let all die with in

so I can scream your name and let the world that has been learn of the never dim light of your love

I cant hold in

stick my heart, soul and fingers with a pin

I will not awake since its not a dream

such darkness such warmth

I want in

to hear the scream of your love

angels songs no longer reach the prize above

as my skin is exploding for your touch, I can never enjoy to much

make me your junkie, your addict to a sexy bright sin

I want in

dance in my veins like heroin

I want you more the beauties vain slow burn

I want in

have your turn and write your name on my soul with your tongue

I want in on this sin

and if only the world could look within

they’d see its never a sin

to be in love

let it all drain in

I want in


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

poetry found on AMAZON!!

elected endeavours of emperors just some great poetry


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
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

Where did we go?

Chemicals, Poison, Tributes to the sounds of Spiritual themes 

Chantings, Singing, Fire circles and Smoke signs 

Bursting through the veins to the brains of computer feed humans 

The “in destiny” has breed you all

Calling cards designed into flesh 

Zombies to T.V.

& Ghosts to tress, places and playgrounds

Ghost towns and Valleys become dried up rivers

Intoxicated & entangled in a web of nerves and viens, Blood & Cells 

Hands, Fingers holding close to the heart 

Hair standing on end to Ratify the choices 

To be a reckoning of the ages 

The silver lining into the rising sun 

Cast out the hallow moon

The Endless Circle


Crafty Red handed, Angels of the depth of the heart 


A man’s soul mate, A life sucker towards the best part


A trophy for the strong and a shameful loss for the weak 


A humans existence to hide the meek 


The black starless travel for the bleak 


A mindless Physical illusion for us to seek 


A place to only strive in limbo towards Death and Afterlife 


A palace for us to enjoy all the sirens seductive might 


Under the sky

Under the sky….. With the foundation of her bottle


4 the Stars

5 the Scars

6 the Gods

7 the Demons

8 the Light

Encoded in the numbers Written in news paper fonts


All Hail

All Fail

All Tail

All follow the Knife

Blood trails through the carpet

Blood trails off my hands

I wash myself clean, I WASH MYSLEF CLEAN

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