Sure-enough path to get lost upon

She didn’t know that

the path that she had once walked upon -

Steadfast and strong; never deviating -

Was the same as the one

that she was now walking upon.

Unaware, that whilst being wrong,

it was right all along;

There had never been dictated a more

Sure-enough path to get lost upon.

An Angel cries tears of darkness

Never again will she be lost -

She is working through it all;

Conquering that steadfast persistence -

Enough said, she will not do it again.


It had never been like this before.

She was completely new to the game.

It had welcomed her with open arms,

Now it had trapped her beneath it’s weight.

But never before the darkness stirs.

She sleeps with her eyes open,

Never a see-er of the truth until the dark.

Wrapped up in bubbled-wrap,

Flirting with disaster,

Flying past any mirrors -

She cant feel what she cant see.


Flapping her turgid wings,

She’s getting nowhere that she desires.

Fragile beauty will never last -

Lying in her broken truth,

Suffocated by her own fire -

She’s lost without verve.


Don’t let her know,

That she already knows.

Don’t tell her the truth,

She’ll only deny knowing it.

Hide it from her – than she’ll try to seek it,

But never, never before the darkness stirs.

She holds me like home

Far east where the gong erupts,

A piece of me lives there.

To the north where the eye,

Is as clear as the day holding night.

I inhabit here.


The ochre heart where song is the spoken word,

And dance is the food that flavours spirit.

She lives deep within my eternal hearth.


To the heightened west, it’s scouring the mind,

Exploring all that could exist.

He has home within me.


The great southern land,

 Burning bright with her truth,

And sand filtering all else.

She is my home.


Stars linking all of my cousins, whole.

Ancestors breathing life into the land,

Holding my shoulder, telling me hidden truths.


Hand-in-hand we hold this web,

Against the strongest of tides,

And the winds deep with fury.


We are the trees rooting this ground,

To its homeward bound.

Extracting you

I want to drain it from my being,

To be set alight to watch it drip


Solids melting, compounds separating,

Potent elixir curing all but this

Poor soul.

Rich in pain, true in truth.

Nothing but the antithesis to this spent heart

All Spent.

Wearing my diamond eyes on your fingers.

Skinned-silk draping your body, housing my fortunes

And I your tailings.

Leeched all your toxins, drilled my heart.

Surfaced this precious gem you could never possess

With such filthy hands.

It won’t be owned. It’s coming home.

I will mail charges spent, express-post

Just like you and me.

The Slaughterer (Full)

 Part One: The Victim

The most cunning wolf,

Devises its’ insidious ploy.

Sensing the meekest scent,

To lure and destroy.


A lamb lost with no home,

A heart  so pure and raw.

Wide eyes keen to live life,

Falls for his wicked plan.


Becoming his prey, his heartless game.

Trying to lick these wounds clean,

He claws more scars into this broken flesh,

Both upon his heart and mine.


Part Two: The Warrior

How can your voice be so false,

To utter “I love you” without a trace of truth;

Separate from your tormented heart,

A lie dancing upon your unholy lips?


A storm restless in your mind,

Oblivious to your own darkened truth,

Hiding in the comfort of my naive wonder,

Destroy my innocence whilst there’s some left.


Endless tides wash over my heart,

But never remove the filth that you have left.

Polluted and swollen from your chocking darkness,

Melted into the core of my being, staining all that I know.