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The Monster Cries

Diamonds glistening  until your blinded
Infects the willing and unwilling
Those who hide, smile. those who don’t, cry
It’s still there even for those who give freely
Concealed inside this fantasy
So deeply hidden, this knowledge forbidden
The diamond in your hand
 
The monster cries
Breathing a dark reality, 
Dreams shattered, pieces scattered, 
Its journey jagged, the diamond scratched
The monster walks among us lost, and hurt
It looks for comfort and fails
Several times
This kingdom
Overwhelmed with hate, vengeance and crimes
It retreats back into it cave to seek solace from its familiarity
But it also betrays the monster and the monster howls searching for security
The diamond in its hand

A little drop of blood lands softly on to the tip of the diamond
The drop widens like ripples in a pond
Tips and overflows the stone
Dripping into the cracks
The diamond in its hand
Seeking affiliation, singing alone

It’s never safe and it knows
The diamond bleeds and the monster cries
The Monster Cries

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Listen

I LISTENED ONCE TO THE BIRDS IN THE SKY
ITS SOFT AWAKENING
I LISTEN NOW
DELEUDED SHRIEKS FROM THE PIERCING LIGHT

I LISTENED ONCE TO THE WINDS
IT’S CHIMES TINKLES WITH THE MORNING DEW
I LISTEN NOW
HOWLS OF PAIN TEAR AT MY SKIN

I FELT ONCE THE GLORY OF THE SUN
BATHING PEACEFULLY IN ITS WARMTH
I FEEL NOW
INESCAPABLE FIRE THAT TORTURES MY SOUL

I FELT ONCE THE AIR THAT I BREATHE
FEELING ALIVE
I FEEL NOW
SUFFOCATION OF POLLUTION

I LISTENED ONCE TO THE SONG OF THE CITY
I LISTEN NOW TO ITS FUNERAL MARCH

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Casanova, Jane and the Jezebel.

Her body was a wonderland for him to explore
Because he could and because she gave it all
He had tasted this before and now he finds it hard to stop
Life’s most exotic desire
he craves it like a malnourished child. she pops,
His ecstasy, she wanted love and they made it
In his car and in a sea of blankets, the sea parted
Like Jesus and the miracle
They never stopped exploring, learning, trying
Feb 14th they played harder , she offered him more than he asked
Fulfilled dreams and fantasies,
While She lay waiting in the promises and Her unknown pain
The pain was unknown to Her yet She knew
But She held on to the faith, in the belief
That this was something special
For Her and for Him
But She waited at the corner of His house, in the cold
The wind cutting Her, deep slashes across Her eyes so that She wouldn’t see
For they had love to share, to embrace
Love that She felt for the first time, Her heart had weakened and wanted to be looked after
But it ended, Her pain continued, and like a cycle He returned

This time the promises felt real, the love felt true, and the bond was growing
But the night was misty and it stayed like that for very long time.
The black cloud followed Her everywhere but She was not aware
Not aware that the storm was going to fall and Her tempest would awaken.
That the curtains had not changed and the show still continued.

The sheets on which She held on to him stroking His hair, telling Him of Her love
he used it unlawfully and through the night
A sweaty tangle of sheets
she begged for more

And so one day Her and His Destructed. Her life was taken for granted
Her love was toyed with, Her trust destroyed and Her pain became known
Her inner pain She avoided, surfaced and took Her breath away
She doesn’t walk away but watches Him walk away from Her.
She will never know the full truth, the mist is not yet close to clearing up
But She continues on suffocating and burning
Waiting impatiently for the day She can breathe and let go.
God Save Her Soul. It Cries.

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Sammee

Shes’s Breathless.
The light is dark, and the Air cries a wrenching scream
Tossing and turning in her Coffin
She Sleeps and She dreams

Sitting High on a Oak Tree, He watches Sammee
Lose herself, in the midst of a still moment
Where Judas spat on her soul and she let the stain Live
Let it grow and spread along her white skirt, it drips
On to the carpet and on to the walls
It Lives among the family, a walking corpse
It lies in bed with her, sings to her
And He watches as she gets weaker
Waiting for Sammee to breakaway from her
He calls Sammee, but she is surrounded by soulless shrieks she doesn’t listen
The windows are shut tight, decaying fumes trap her mind, blurring her vision
She’s Breathless as she sits behind them, 
Blindly reaching out, her fingers are short of his shoulder
And before she can say His Name, it devours her senses
She smiles wickedly, vengeance like she’s wearing lenses
It controls her because Terror engorges her mind
That she cannot live without her.
That if she leaves, she cannot hide, the Yellow Light might burn her 

He asks Sammee for Forgiveness, Thy Almighty
She cries for Mercy, heinous lamentation, She asks to end this confederation
She moans in her dream, and wakens 
Basked in maternal adoration, She begins the demon’s cremation.

She takes another look at Love
It smiles.
With hands shaking, she steps out of her coffin and signs the divorce papers
Freeing herself to be Samme Subra once more.

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Seasons of Her Time

Yesterday

Found her isolated, abandoned, a whirlpool of pain and lies

Cold nights, she surrendered to the darkness, rainy skies

A sea of emotion built up in her heart, she suffocates almost dies

She let it invade and dominate, broken family ties

It was her but it's not her, no one heard her silent cries



Today

Finds her quiet, content and in control

Emotions held tight but the scared feeling never goes,

Fragile like glass it could shatter in folds

Of dirty anger, it seeps, cause unknown,



She's at a point with opportunities blessed

Yet the people disorientate the Happiness

Make her hate, burn, cry and confess

Confess ultimate knowledge she should suppress

It's out now, to destroy and distress



Tomorrow

Lies uncertain, she doesn't follow

Yet should she wish for love or expect sorrow

So undetermined, unhinged this Time is borrowed



Wise games are played; distorted and new ones are made

Everyday everyone falls in love and hate

Someday somebody always will retaliate

To this senseless situation, those that struggle will suffocate

So She continues to live and pretend

Seeks affiliation from lovers and friends


Yet the people disorientate the Happiness

Make her hate, burn, cry and confess

Confess ultimate knowledge she should suppress

It's out now to destroy and distress




But She lives on sinning, does she repent?

Time moves forward, Time is now content.

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Circle

Summer birds- fly in the sky
The flowers dance to the chimes of nature
The people laugh with the sun--
Summer love

Like a shadow- everything descends,
The wheel of fortune spins slowly
Fire at the surface of the sea,
Withered petals litter the ground

Red hues flood your street as the trees grow bald
You hide beneath that winter coat, the hands bare, are attacked by the wind
One glove always go missing--
Winter morning

The cold, white blanket slowly melts away 
A burst of yellow scatters the green
You look up and it blinds you
A spring afternoon

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A Supreme Dream

We live in a Supreme Dream
Higher than any cloud, it holds more weight
Like the queen’s supper on a gold-rimmed plate
A Supreme Dream
Thin shards of glass, adorned the throne 
A still image of royalty imprisoned.
A Supreme Dream
Of cream chiffon dresses, diamantes and sequins 
Ribbons unravel, threads begin to rip, sequins slip
This Supreme Dream
Glossy manes and Primark clothing
Built upon lotions, creams, fashionable copying
Each hair breaks and splits, her outfit becomes old and weary
This Supreme Dream 
Dominates the power of reality, dresses up for the morning sun
A Dream so Supreme
We all envisage it, deface and demolish it
So supreme we become breathless, that individuality is forgotten.
Together we stop and move back
Sleeping beauties 
Of this Supreme Dream.

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Soul Destroyer

Crying out in pain and your fingers dig deep
Deep into mine so that I bleed
Suddenly you let go and leave
Psychotic rain that seeps
Trickling down my fingertips 
Droplets stain my lips
I hold on, now how hard he grips

Your way is lost because the doctor abandons
Your smile surrenders
Innocence burns quickly to vengeance
The worm builds under your skin and festers
Eating away at your lungs and you kiss me
The disease travels, feeding constantly
It’s hopeless because now he’s making me see
No cure but he holds the key
Locked inside you and released within me

Pandora’s Box among the sands
Singing aura in forgotten lands
Acknowledgement it demands
Open it and it burns your hand
Your smile has a pain that lingers
Your touch like sweet splinters
So seductive she shivers
Burning in the sun, his icy fingers
Take a trip, icy slivers
Goosebumps rise in fright
His love is a circle, summer’s day, a winter’s night

He is the sun, holding a light that I need
Cancerous, the light falls on my skin
Immersing slowly, happening unseen
I can’t stay away but I can’t breathe
 Can’t let go but it’s destroying me.