You

You are a heartless scoundrel,
an abortion of men,
a sleight of hand card trick
and I was your con of a lifetime.
You are an evil aberration,
A pervasive mistake
inhabiting the body of an angel.

You have ruined nature,
beauty and all that is good –
For your face is fair,
and your eyes are perfect stars
in the black sky of your heart
and I no longer trust the great sea,
wide forests or butterflies on roses
for they remind me of you.

Forgive me my trespasses

In a broken hourglass
with sand falling like rain,
I committed myself to hell;
and only then in that moment
When I knew my soul was condemned
did I finally believe.

Not with some hopeless desire
that to hold him in my heart
would save myself from retribution.
Because I felt in my bones
at the time of the sin
my blood boiling,
my heart breaking
and divinity coming in.

An almost memory

On the eve of an eclipse
I walked alone to an empty beach that had come to me in a dream.
Then, as I almost remembered,
a thousand fragments from a forgotten childhood came to me:

The submarines and mermaids that were once there,
a little girl making dreams in the sand
as the waves watched on, kissing the cliffs
turning broken hearts to cotton candy,
but that was all gone.

At the top of a great mountain
looked on by a finally calm sea
I stared up and up,
to a sky of fractured clouds.

Then I jumped

and as I fell into the sea
the ashes on my skin were washed away,
the words that echoed in my head a thousand years
turned to dust of forgotten days.
My eyes, they dried
my heart, it finally healed.

Then as my lungs filled with water
my clothes ripped off.
So, I took my stolen dagger
and finally choose my way out.
Killed the girl I once was,

once an hour had passed
I dried up on an empty beach
born again.

Only hollow things drown

Oh no, I have died again.

My body is breaking down
inside the hollow ground
I can feel the soil,
clogging up my lungs
and turning my heart to gold.

I don’t know who killed me;
this time.
He was a coward, I imagine.
Who stabbed me in the back
then sent my mind below

Dying is a crime
i’m well versed in.
I fell down and down
and over and over.

I hadn’t yet chosen which way to die
not like before.

I found a bottle filled
like a rattle toy,
I had as a child
it emptied in minutes,

Then He revived me and
like Cain I killed him.

My hands now moving,
my blood is boiling,
my finger prints clawing up,

wasting a life.

Our synapses are hopeful,
pulling me into the air.
I rose up,
saw the trees
covered in blood
And walked away.

Don’t you worry, I will die again.
But that time better
More beautiful and
romantic.
Fall into the water and hopefully
the lonely moon won’t bring me back

again.

It’s all been done before

Coffee and roses beaming through
cracked walls of ivy and stone.

Like wine glasses emptying slowly
bleeding into the floor.

Give me a glass, give me neon.
Give me sultry desire wrapped up in glitter.

Burnt out cars, window tainted sour
driving into the midnight sunset.

Trust me when I say, stay away from the moors,
all that lays there are death and lonely skeletons

Children who won’t grow up,
they lay lost, oh please give me hope.

Smelling coffee and roses,
singing lost stories.

Black and White Roses

You spend all your days
writing your stolen stoic soliloquies
on your throne made from white roses;

which should be mine.

Dream you dreams of a better world,
where the fire in the core
of your broken world,
dies out, yet we’re still alive.

The earth is at your feet,
following your stupid rules
of hope and good.
Where altruism follows through
and evil was lost and gone.

I forgot a long time ago,
I was the grim antagonist.

The master deceiver,
the treacherous villain.
I’m the evil witch,
who breaks the worlds hearts
with her whore magic,
concocted from dead flowers
and broken desires.

Bleeding Through

Bury me in ash
while you drain my throat,
water the roses with my blood
and feed the sunflowers with my bones.

Dry me out until the skin is gone
and my heart has turned to stone.
Then rip it out and eat it
while I lay down on my own.

Go far away
swim into the sea.
With my heart in your hand
and my blood in your mouth.

Come back one day
and raise me from hell.
I shall sit up from my shallow grave
a shadow of a girl.

Lost in a state of dead.

‘It is dangerous to be right in matters which the established authorities are wrong’

I’m a Runner,
it spreads like poison through
my heretic French blood.

When I run, I hide.
Then I stay hidden.

With the trees collapsing around me,
closing fully in
turning into a cage.

I don’t know yet,
maybe I never will
if I’m scared or safe.

I need to break free
and run
and run
and run
and run
and run
and run
and run.

Glitter Filled Gutters

I
Come on down to the dreaming district,
my name is Bonnie
and I guess you’re Clyde.

Drink it down with a bottle of wine
Or vodka and moonshine,
If your mind can take you that high.

Come on down to the wasteland.
Where sad girls, are turned into
pretty diamonds with cracks ingrained.

They blag their way into hotel rooms
Laying half dead in an broken bed.
Kissing the beautiful felons into freedom

II
Now,
Where were you babe?

When this town we built on dead roses
started falling apart?

The Krays they are dead.
and the filth run the game

And the dreamers who would have
given their lives,
gave up instead.

Birthday Dreams

There was a thunderstorm in my room
they day of the broken chimes,

the ending dream broke through
and you woke into my nightmare,

I am Ted Hughes
listen to the way she speaks;

it’s like the tapping of my feet
on the hell in the floor,

I heard the blackbird sing
a poem of the queen

like a mocking one
wishing it was trapped and free,

I am Ted Hughes
I killed the love of my life

or did her madness curse
his life, until it suffocates mine.