Word Of The Horse

Mouths of ruthless tongues
Sick to beat
And churn out words
Possible to be too cruel
But truth is better
Behold no lies
What is said can be bitter
Or Jealousy of unfair play
Though, there is a twist
Of elegant beauty
To be seen as what was past
To be no longer in sight
But out in dishonour
Fair, oh fair humans have rites
Which are played in devious ways
A manner to speak
And hold thy tongue
But we are free, speak unnaturally.
Then a whisper falls
And the Chinese man has spoke
And life becomes divided
We see true colours of hate
But to brush aside
We seem to not
Though much would laugh and smile
Others see a darker meaning
And Life can be no more
No more of hope in friends
But bitter twisted enemies
Once loyal and true
Now gone and forgetting
By the Word of the Horse
I’m sorry!

Darkside

Shadowed,

Feared

And Lost;


Bewildered and hiding from the light of day!

Colourful Meaning

Give me the colour Red
And I will paint you
I’ll show and mimic passion
I’ll give you a fiery setting
And I’ll heat the coldness of your heart

Give me the colour White
And I will paint you
I’ll be tender and patient
I’ll make you simple and quiet
And I’ll turn you into the purest silk

Give me the colour black
And I will paint you
I’ll show what sin can be
I’ll treat you cruel and mean
And I’ll hate everyday

Give me any colour
And I will paint you
I will be fair and honest
I’ll consider who you are
And I’ll never be afraid to tell you anything

What is the colour you are?

Lust-ie

Stood, dominating Stud
Grasping whip in hand
Trailing down across raw, red skin;
Smiling wickedly
Lips, illustrious and rouge
Her thin stiletto heel
Digging deep into the thick flesh of his upper arm

It’s like being jabbed with a needle...

She begins to remove her sleek, black, second skin
Like pealing an orange
Before biting into the juice
She is soft, pale and fresh
And mounts him like a Lion would his mate
Her lips lock with his neck
And there’s a wail of sensation.

Like sucking the juice from an apple...

She runs her hands across his body
As if she were blind
Feeling every inch
Eventually finding his nipple
And squeezes it
As if pulling a nail from a wall
Perfect and subtle

Almost enough to make me cry...

Soup, Horoscopes, Thunder & Wet Friends

I ordered a Mocha Latte
Best coffee to have
It’s hot chocolate milk with coffee
Decided to order ‘soup of the day’
And be surprised.
Grabbed the newspaper; The Sun
Took little notice of the front page
And turned straight to the horoscopes
Aquarius? Ah...
Get distracted by ‘Hagar the Horrible’
Makes me laugh
Anyway, Aquarius?

“The moon shines a revealing light on your love life and you see different side of a partner...”

Dream on!
Never actually says when this will happen.
Swift shiver down my spine
As thunder cracks outside
And rain bounces down
Beating the pavement
And beating anyone stuck outside
I smile; at least it’s not me.
My soup arrives; mmm...
Leek & potato!
The steam and sweet smell of leek rises upwards
And fills my nostrils with warmth
The first sip and I’m in heaven
I can feel the warmth tingle my whole body
And for only £1.50, this is the best soup I’ve had.
The rain begins to come down harder
And it sounds like a constant beating drum solo
Never to stop...
...And then, silence!
I carrying on eating and reading the newspaper,

“Mercury gets into a tricky position in your own sign, allowing lots of time for important journeys”

What? Important Journeys? Why do I read this crap?
The thunder cracks again
But it is far in the distance
A friend walks through the door
Wet from head to toe
With a small pool collecting at her feet
I can do nothing but laugh
And ask, “Do you want a coffee?”

Dirrty Chapel of Rest (Updated)

A Dreadful Dare
Of a Death Deceit
In a crowded room
Of walls concrete
In a dirrty land
Of foolish play
In an ice cold bed
Where I did lay
To brightest star
In the darkest night
I can feel my heart
Beat like hell with fright
I the underworld
Of a dangerous game
With Guns and Money
I found my fame
With a wicked step
Of Murderous Intent
It was Crack Cocaine
That paid my rent
Though I was
Unable to see
A Sniper’s Scope
Pointing straight at me!
And now I lie
In a wooden box
But I lived my life
A Sly Silver fox...

Lyrically In Love

Lie upon my large rose petal bed
And give love a bad name
Seek comfort in my tender arms
And I shall be your warmth
Proud Mary;
Sleep with no regret
Of where your head rests
If I’m outta love, don’t let go
But be loose on the love that’s lost
Be shy when I kiss you
But Flirt and tease
Then perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
I’ll kiss you back
And become lost in my arms
I will never hurt you
As this is my song of purple summer
Though I freeze, to touch you
But then quickly thawed by your love
Hold me tight
And I’ll keep you close
I have got to have your love
Close to my heart always
Remember that I love you
You’re all I need
That’s how you know…