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  • To The Lion

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    March 14, 2012 /  Verses

    Kiss me hard before I go.
    I just want you to know
    That love, you were the one.

    All of Lithmore was telling me
    I should move on
    But loving you forever
    Couldn’t of been so wrong.
    I’m waiting on the other side
    Singing your song.
    Because you’re not here,
    I’m not ready to move on

    Every time I close my eyes,
    It’s like a dark paradise
    I’m waiting for you to join me
    On the other side

    There’s no remedy for your memory,
    Your smile is like a melody
    It won’t leave my head
    Your soul is haunting me and
    Telling me that everything will be fine
    But I wish you were dead.

    All my friends ask me
    How I stay strong and
    I tell them when you find
    true love it lives on
    And that’s why I wait here
    For you to come.

  • Here’s a little lion and…

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    March 3, 2012 /  Verses

    Here's a little lion and
    what does he dream about, I
    wonder as over his
    flock (silently with
    eclipsed eyes) he watches and waits.

    We are not the same you and I
    darling. Because my blood can sing
    (and does this with each your breath).

    Therefore we'll kiss, if
    for maybe what was, disappeared
    into ourselves. Let pitiless fear play and
    if anything happens that can't be done
    the stupidest knight will almost guess
    there's nothing as something as two.

    now, I love you and you love me
    (and this book is shutter
    than any book can be)
    Could anything be pleasanter?

  • In Spite of Everything

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    February 29, 2012 /  Here & Now, Verses
    In spite of everything, this war
    which stands, changing delicately everything and spreads
    I still exist. I still breathe.
    Bravely, of course
    (you do not hear the sobs)
    for,
    my love.

    I really should of been eating. That took everything of me.

    All my strength.
    All my fortitude.
    All my willpower.
    All my everything.

    I knew my error the moment she stepped towards the furnace. No I lie. I knew it the moment the words passed my parched lips. I had said too much. Taken it too far. And sometimes the truth just isn’t what people want to hear. Especially when it concerns family. Always when it comes to family.

    But in my defence: a lack of food, and spending my time in a small putrid cell, gagged, blindfolded and bound brings with it a certain level of insanity. And I certainly had that a plenty.

    I know. I know. Not eating. Not my brightest ideas. Down right stupid really. How could I have thought that making myself –weaker– would aid me in this at all. I think I just.. gave up several weeks ago. Again. I blame my own insanity brought about by this foul place. Why am I not fighting this. Not truly fighting. I am letting it happen. I swear Adumbral I will not go down without a fight.

    My fiery foot now loans me more pain than you can possibly imagine. Like a thousand fires tearing through my leg all at once. I know I don’t have long. My body is too weak. And I can feel the fever now at the edges of my mind. Fighting to take over. I keep it at bay with this wine. Just. I feel my insides heating up.

    I want to talk to the one that put me here. I have sent him word, let’s see if he is brave enough to face me. Eye-to-eye. What kind of man are You?

  • Fading

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    February 1, 2012 /  Here & Now, Verses

    Can the Owl feel my fury? See my blood as it boils in my veins?! How frustrating to not get the satisfaction of finding my flesh connecting with his. How embarrassing. My rage obscures. I miss. His betrayal hurts me like no-other.  Surprising. Shocking even. I miss him. I truly don’t like sleeping alone. His presence alone is enough to fend off the hanging nightmares that plague my dreams.

    Perhaps the Wolf is right. They are Lithmorran. They can never hope to understand. They will betray. Lie. Not to be trusted. But who then? Where can my loyalties lie ? Who is worthy of my trust?

    The Ox loathes me. And still, I can’t help shaking off the want that I don’t want to want.

    The Rat turns his back to me, eager to learn how to fly. I drag him down. I let him go. Maybe it will be good to see if he can soar.

    The Snake. Oh, the snake. You are another kettle of fish altogether. I really don’t know what to do, or make of you.  Slippery. I want to push you. Test you. Play with you.

    The Bird. You lend me your secrets. And you bear mine. Neither of us looking at each other quite the same. Tip-toeing around each other now, both wishing we had never said a word. Wondering if the other will betray.

    Wolf in sheeps clothing. I still wonder what manner of creature you are. I think I know. I wonder if you know I know? I am a little scared.

     

    My nomadic mind.
    It can’t think straight.
    The wine made it worse.
    But there was just a little taste..
    Truly I am not drunk. (I can’t be)
    But my silent protest.
    At the world.
    And all of those around me.
    At myself.
    And the injustice of it all.
    Goes un-noticed.
    I bleed out.

     

    Meow?

     

  • To the Fire (II)

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    January 30, 2012 /  Verses

    It would seem that you’re no good at deceit
    It would appear that you lie and you cheat
    Want to shriek to the beings in the corner
    Want to howl because it feels like torture

    Spare me your weak apologies
    I don’t care for the way they make me bleed
    Can’t find a reason and you won’t explain
    You’ll be sorry if It happens again

    Let’s make a deal or I’ll hurt you, you know.

    George

  • To the Fire

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    January 30, 2012 /  Verses

    Attackers at Terce
    And they’re falling out of the skies.
    They want to shut my identity off
    And cut me down to size.

    But I can’t see the end of my fingers now
    and I just can’t feel my toes.
    None of my gloves will fit me any more,
    My FURY expands and my body BLOWS.

    Attackers at Complina,
    It’s sword versus dagger
    But if they want to cut me down in flames
    They better be set to stagger!

    I can see the whites of YOUR eyes
    Oh no, it’s the venomous soul
    An exercise and pinocchio lies
    But that’s the way it goes.

    Attackers at Vesperam
    YOU want to kick your way to my heart
    If a picture paints a thousand words
    then doodles talk about too much.

    I need a new drug!

    Attackers at Complina
    Still finger paint in mud.
    If you want to talk about some art,
    I’ll teach you how to draw some blood.

  • To the Wind

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    January 29, 2012 /  Verses

    Oh, I can’t believe my eyes
    But still it’s no surprise
    To see the things they’re saying now.
    Oh I can’t believe my ears
    The things everyone hears
    Just seem to hurt somehow

  • Waking up.

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    January 28, 2012 /  Verses

    Hello my friend. It’s morning time to wake now.
    Your body and mine, entwined we’ll have to break now.
    But I want your flesh, your warmth to stay beside me.

    (Chris Knox)

  • Desire

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    January 28, 2012 /  Verses

    It’s such a grave release. Feelings slip away.
    It’s getting old and thin and grey
    because it’s a craven, sudden, adolsecent ….. screeaaaam.
    I’m in HIS arms tonight. But in truth it’s not so great.
    It doesn’t totally dictate the way I act, and think, and talk and write and DRINK.
    But I will never lose, the male view point that I love.
    How every woman can be a turned into a wraith, that he deserves, as if I …. wriiiitheee.

    It is such a grave release.