European Odyssey

I am off on a European Odyssey - will be gone for 6 weeks... Catch you on the flip-flop!

A Victorian London Winter.

Whistling winds echo through the streets
A modern ancient abyss covered white.
History muffled in mystery concrete
Covered. The ever-present light burns less bright.
Resiliently persistent it howls
Confused within the smog to burst above the clouds.
A white painted prison to stifle lights sight,
A rasping retainer to hold in the night.

Just a little something...

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Currently really busy... Back from snowboarding, absolutely immense. Back into working on "Kissing + Fucking" - looks like it is really coming to shape. There is even a little cameo performance from myself - the one and only "Danny"! Things are great! The sun is shining, loving work, now for some more poems...

News...

Currently working on an Amazing Film, entitled "Kissing and Fucking". Shit be crazy! Also found out that I received an A* for my English A-Level, and thus university beckons... Happy Times!! More poems soon...

"One of US"

To think, beyond the mind's restriction.

To pass human constriction.

A new world exists for those who wish

To redeem and repent life.

To be a hero and strive

For God to offer a Lion's kiss

To the courageous coward jumping

To save others. Chest pumping.

Moral conscience slithers down the spine

Portrayed painful over time.

All was not lost, sunk. Strength seethed among

Tormented eyes nurtured numb.

Nursed through Love, Pride, Pain, Life. A man

Against shame. Romantic. "One of US".

The Unknown

Will I ever see the glittering balls
Dangling in the sky, suspending, shining
Gleaming amongst the dreaming unknown halls.
Where the almighty eyes speak, leak crying.

Beyond the horizon lives that other land
Where they craft the towering triangles
And the men move motionless in a tangle
To create the daunting wall, stopping man.

That roaring man tames the timid tortured beast.
They hold the beast in a city that never,
Never sleeps, a pulsating precious fruit, feast.
Buildings heavy, tall that God couldn't measure.

To delve in the world of wisdom and magic
To be taught and held in a world so tragic.
The red stone held in the sky protruding, proud
The eagles sing bowing, the ominous cloud.

Beyond the cloud lies the dark. Beyond the dark...?                           (Punctuation spoken)
Sustained, tainted, unstated calm and wasted
A blade dwells to be hugged, manipulated.
Passed that mark, beauty. An ascending lark.

Bathroom Tiles

Sludge and Mud stifles the hands from breathing.

They need to be cleansed by waters meeting

Upon that chalice of cream-covered coldness,

Where technology and nature boil as one.

The neat nurtured, sleek squares brazed by boldness.

A collision of centuries rise to a hum.

The rigidity, a ruthless repulsion

As race and rights are feared. Hopes for seclusion

Appear to smite and destroy in sake of Power…God.

Slavery. Is situated in the Heart

Of man. Massacre is beckoned to the Brain

As man rages signalling death with a nod.

The black unknown verses the holy light.

Which one to choose? The universal fight

Which continually endures. Ying verses

Yang an age old symbol conveyed through tiling.

One will dominate as it rehearses

Its role, conquering the other – crying.

There is always a victim that suffers.

As the Black Essence cascades down Brothers,

Whose stench utters festering breath from death.

No longer does Love and blood live in the Heart

Of man. Closes. Thought closes in the Brain

As man enters a journey. The final test.

Blackness of death, men wear Black suits

At funerals. We suffer decaying fruits

Of sorrow and sadness. Those who arrive smell

Of the bleak bleach, disinfected infection,

The corpse, decrepit hospitalised in hell.

As God and the World spit back bile, Rejection.

Baptised by the silver lace caressin’

Silkily Sludge and Mud and Blood and Sin.

Staring at the conflict of the floor my Heart

Beats. And I wander and ponder my depart

From this land.  Where we collide and the Brain,

Closes. Silent. Black and White, Who is to blame?

A Family's Blood

The Dark Hand lingers within the Black Nothing,

Allow you wispy weapons to tighten firm.

Thou hast taken with maleficent yearning.

My hungering heart wishes to return

The disgraceful, soul splintering, punctured hole.

For my mind swoons and staggers with vengeance.  

The haze of rage renders my being out of control,

The Eternal Listening hears my utterance

"Let her fall, the wasted one. Let it be done."

T'was this being that bore this torn, tarnished child.

I was the serpent suckling at her breast!

And like a serpent I shall curl around her chest

Free my Father's honour from the barren Mother

Clytemnestra shall drop, dripping her royal blood.