The Warrior

I am the warriorWarrior

sure and true.

I feel the hate

thick blood in my brain.

My love is like my hate

Thick

powerful and sweet.

I love to hurt.

I hate to love.

I was the child.

I am your fear.

My eyes burn.

So far so near.

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When I was born

the universe screamed.

People cried.

I hurt.

I was.

My Innocence

My innocence has condemned me.Innocence

The life I want so sacred to me.

Knowledge has made them hate

despise

loath

what we have.

They do not see my child

my innocence.

With no understanding

they cannot comprehend.

So minds twist

in disgust

contort in misleading

misunderstanding.

My innocence

so vulnerable to the shadows

to the dark of night.

I feel hate and it disturbs me

it’s evil and it hurts me.

Aches, hangs and sags my mind.

Distorts me

and my face.

My innocence will always be

will always strangle my understanding

will keep me blind and numb

to their thoughts.

Their sinister ways.

To their all knowing insight they don’t have

for they do not believe.

The Frankenstein Complex

I have the Frankenstein complex.Yuck

People fear what they don’t understand.

They also tend to hate

what they genuinely fear

or are not used to.

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I have been alienated.

Exiled to dark corners.

To isolation, which makes it worse.

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It now appears

that I attend dark, sinister séances

and am evil.

All because people don’t understand

that I might love a person, might love another.

Forbidden Feeling

Walking in the nightYuck

in the twilight of dawn

Premeditated murder

of your own

of yourself

Playing among the arches of time

Desperate needing

Immortal sence mortal mine

forbidden feeling.

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Flying to a moment

soaring to her side

Together we make one

together we hide

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They conspired to keep you apart

away from heaven

away from mer heart

But hold on – hold on

Touch the face of fate and stay long

stay long

I won’t hesitate our feelings

aren’t wrong.

Stand strong, hold on

Stand strong and hold on.

Inspiration

Inspiration Irritates

Inspiration irritates me

in the long thin hours of dark

When the witches bewitch

and the devils bedevil

and the faeries flutter

in gold and silver streaks

accross the starry woods.

The pixies light their lamps

among the black and blue trees

The mermaids sing their song

to the hushing moonlit tide

on a faraway shore

The white horses sparkle

silver in the starlight

The unicorn awakens from slumber

in the most sacredly secret

most deeply distant

most mysteriously magic

part of the woods

He awakens slowly sleepy

among the oldest and ancient roots

of the fig tree

Shakes from his body the dew

He must be up and about by three

He lifts his head and opens his wise wide eyes

and inspiration irritates me

Tugging and teasing my mind

in the long thin hours of dark

the most magical of times.

Serving Self Denial

Slow soul-serving silenceSelf Serving

Fleeting noise

A cold defiance

Stuck with words

I cannot speak

Hand so gentle

touch my cheek

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Serving self denial

so close to heaven

so much like hell

The serpent twists

round the holy grail

Slow ring-a-rosie

and from grace I fell

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From the cup

she takes a sip

Approaches close

licks my lip.

The Broken Throne

Broken Throne

The broken throne

of something past

He was first

I will last

Make the mold

break the cast

The broken throne

of something past.

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I kill the urge

of mortal sight

Do you know

what’s wrong – what’s right?

Me and all

my mortal might

I kill the urge

of mortal sight.

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In fleeting moments

death draws near

In all defiance

I show no fear

When he’s close

life is clear

In fleeting moments

death draws near.

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I cannot see

wood for tree

I cannot see

what’s good for me

I lost it down

on waters edge

I lost my crown

in a thorny pledge

I tried to save

a mortal soul

and fell…myself

in this mortal hole

The cross was not

my idea

My sweat and blood

no mortal tear.

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The broken throne

of something past

He was first

I will last

Make the mold

break the cast

The broken throne

of something past.

Best Times

The best times of my life are gone.

Black Friday.

Pick yourself up, pieces.

It’s time to move on.

Black Friday.

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I lie so very well

What you see aint what you get.

No-one could tell

I have a wounded heart.

I may look fine

they say I look handsome, pretty

but you’re not mine

and I’m not yours anymore.

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I was always a rebel

My mama says live like society

Well mama do tell

Must I follow a society

that justifies war

that hates all it can’t understand

and so far

it’s killed me and my love.

Ode to the Barbarian Warrior

battle-axe

burning through the air.

Seeking out a skull

to split open.

Like a virgin

the skull splits apart.

Sheds warm red blood.

Sheds life.

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Still I burn and yearn

for warm blood

for someone elses life.

The fight is on.

The night cold and calm.

Iced steam flares

from my nostrils.

Entangled in battle.

Hands calm cool

blind.

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The battle-axe is my shepherd

I shall not want

It makes me want to fight

In nights of hate

It leads me through battle rough

It’s shaft and steel will lead me through

and comfort me

In deaths dark valley

I shall spill blood

Red rivers of hate and fear

Victory will always be mine.