Mars Meets Venus in the House of Love
Dry scalp
someone died today
in blood splatters
and naked twists
dry scalp
I shot the tele today
for blood splatters
and naked twists
You've stolen our dreams
and hardened our hearts
for ice cream
and glow in the dark
someone died today
dry scalp naked twist
Stains of Syphisus
The hoards glimpse a roaming hound
collapsed on himself, a creature devoured
lost of innocence, in a word, deflowered
in the desert of silence he's drowned,
Anna Turon found this humble beast
Called by her own name, called chapeau
In a Saint Vitus dance, a waltz performed slow
she gasps for air, her private feast,
Tom Kinski cries for Anna, what dispair
he launches through life in a panic
Once he sleeps, all things are frantic
When he wakes, tis only to sit and stare,
Cry for the dead,for they are the hated
All the words they'd said, we've recreated,
Silently
a web breaks
so quietly
Atropos waits
for a whisper
from her mother
She grasps the strings
for but a moment
yet the sound rings
the glasses fragment
til gravity yields
to the rise
in ocean's fields
a dolphin sighs
at the monkey's cries
as he tastes
his loss of face.
Over the hill's crest
on into the valley
with no time for rest
entering hell's alley,
your body's on hold
and your soul's on lease
so watch 'ya gonna do
with the god-damned fleece,
you burned up your pity
and idolized your pain
building hell's new city
irrigated by the acid rain,
searched for ages gone,
lost all love to the game,
now your another pawn
who's been driven insane,
now you've got it in hand
but the gold's grown cold,
lost all self command
same old story told
orally
so the scream of torment begins,
lying low to the bloodied ground,
with curses being called my friends,
erupting with a most subtle sound,
an earthquake in the deepest sea,
toe to toe, a smile turned round,
trying to find the chains holding me
fast in the bind of days lost
past time corroded on my heart,
feeling the thorny crown crossed
upon emotion without a start
bowing down before her alter
praying to hell above and heaven below,
only images of how I adore her
moonlit reflections on the window
in the night, a candle flame flickers,
sunrise calls yet a new disease
with which I may afflict her
in the name of Love, a word to tease
the lust of the candle's red flame,
seize the knife and the blood flows,
to bleed, perhaps it may tame
all of the churlish dead crows
whose love I once did claim;
all those wonderful dead girls
told me to look to the rain
for the oysters holding pearls,
but the smell's driving me insane,
as I sit playing with curls,
on the track, waiting for the train.
Yes, I'm waiting, tied to the tracks,
webs running cracks through my brain.
Van Helsing's Passion
the castle walls
block out the night,
as a cloud across the moon
is a respite from sight,
the terrors within the home
are the easier to hide,
than the monsters that moan
when the sun touches their pride,
So the walls still stand
in tribute to the dark tower,
blind behind the hand
giving the sightless power
to rule the night as day,
the wall's illusion does fray
as golden beams break through
to the inhabitants within,
living death in lieu
of what's already been
Prayer
feet on the stairs,
come hear this in my head-
this man running up and down,
can you hear him running round
in my skull's sanctuary,
I'd thought my own,
he moves the furniture
and he opens the drawers
tossing the files about
setting flame to those sheaves
he dances around the bonfire
he's made of my memories
only saying he's the way,
I didn't give him permission
to treat my glass brain this way;
yet he says, "My right's my name,
as this glass is my domain,"
I asked his name,
he said, "God,"
I cried, told him I was man,
he left me in command
Undone
my head was turned by a sweetness so sour
wars are won in that fateful hour
children are slain, women are raped, civilians gunned down
in the dark hour, back to the hungry ground
you listen so silently, hearing every move I’ve made
in the theater called mind you’ve found the power
time to talk is done and I’m left guilty
scream
for in this, my lightless hour
I’ve forgotten
I was someone
Scream