Intro: up to 50 words (delete this text and enter your own) An old song revamped for the new album: The Inn of The Sixth Melancholy. It was based on observations of riding the London Tube in the 80s. IT SHOULD BE PARIS Sleepless, hapless; riding trains Deep underground keeps me safe from the rains And these metrosexual eyes
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Brave the nightfall. Alone if you must. Dusk To see the light of day, you must endure the night. Unless surmounted the fears of your night will eternally block your path. Although you can choose to never walk that uncertain road, you will exist knowing that their taunts will resound endlessly within, manifesting into regret. Thus engulfing all you
» Read morePoetry means many different things to many people. This is what poetry is from my own personal perspective, your’s may be different. Plenty room for all. 😉
» Read moreA poem about cosmic connection and world events. Nevertheless, I am wishing a very Happy New Year to all who read me. I appreciate it very much. 🙂
» Read moreA very strange song that arose out of an old Wiccan curse-blessing (the victim sees their true soul in mirrors) from researching family history and uncovering a lineage of white witches! As Heaven Sees You To see your soul as Heaven sees you Could be a blessing Or a masque hiding feelings A disguise fooling no-one You know my heart
» Read moreVenus was thought to be the Earth’s beautiful twin sister but the reality is oh so different and a damned good metaphor for certain failed relationships to boot. The eerie sound of the constant lightning detected by the Venera probes led Russian scientists to nervously refer to it as the ‘electric dragon of Venus’. VENUS RISING Curtains close on
» Read moreWritten after three death-bed vigils in five years and the choices made to let loved ones go… Step Into the Light I hear the skip-rope beat of another failing heart and she’s calling me from a world away and the first step is such a perfect place to start… So I lay her down as blackbirds sing her soul
» Read moreFaith in tribulation Inside those half-dreaming lids where man attempts to find some kinship and wakes, eyes wide… There lies a common thread that binds us all together enduring, eternal. Though trials and circumstance afflict us sorely, The Captain is still in command. I lie, a storm-cursed sailor tired of dreams… But waiting in the guts of me to
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