Golden Curse

I knew I was blessed,

Before I was cursed.

Just like fairy dust,

They shot our splinters

And ground our dust into gold.

Now heaven no longer needs us,

Because she already has our souls.

Splinters and arrows

Form into rust.

Splinters and arrows

Turn into dust

Treasured, just like Gold

Porcelain Petal

She shivered a castaways dream

Life remained unseen

Until a familiar touch

A familiar sting

Opened her gateway to being.

In the centre of my crown

I inject

I glisten in robes

And welcome, the noble warrior from home.

As gentle as my innards

And as subtle as my screams

This man in me did enter

The pathway to my dreams.

''Such a beautiful rose

Such a beautiful feather''

Father subsided and drowned

And in my heart I found

The child I had shut out

And the woman who I'd drowned.

Bathed in blossomed buckets

I gently raised her head

From the blood stained tepid water.

Rose petals scattered her cheeks.

Falling from the sky;

Rosy tears

Moistened blackened eyes.

She came alive

She came alive in my arms

And as she knelt forwards

She melted her lips to my feet

And on soggy soddened ground

We merged.

Her head rose up as she stiffened,

Conjoining 

We twirled into one,

I accepted my darkness

I accepted 

Aloud and in song

We merged into one

We merged into one

Lion

Wings of a golden heart

Replaced by a silver tongue

Leopard races through time

Lion dutifully waits

She waits for the right one

Her protector is her prey

She never followed his way

But instead she waited

She waited for her heart to be captured

For her love to be devoured.

A calling from her master

Awakened her natural senses

And she followed his scent to the heavens

She followed his scent to touch

And without ever knowing too much

She breathed in his breath

Inwardly

Fragments falling within each beat

Of her bleeding heart

Inconsistent and itchy

Itching from her own unintentional spell

Uncovering a radar so deep

That no man ever found the words to tell

That his hunter was his protector 

and his protector was his prey.

Lion leaves no image 

Only a tongue

Of ribboned scars

Falling flat and juicy

Her eyes rest in the stars

Body is endless

Your body is endless, formless and deathless

Murmurs of Nature

Delicate moths light up the darkest of night, but dwell in the darkness in order to notice the light.

A wing'd flame rests below her cheek

 ''a relationship fed with curiosity and spiced with danger.''

The softest touch from the murmurs of nature.

The rhythms and the moans, felt from the outer, felt from within, feed each other

''a shifting web of meanings that we felt on our skin.''

Nature is a beauty of sound and sight.

Resting in the darkness, resting in the night.

Darkness feeds light.

Darkness feeds light.

The Devil has no name

''She's full of sex, that demon is, full of sex and untold secrets.''

She who possesses and feels the red blood flowing through her veins, She who cries out in the middle of the night, She who has no shame. 

She is the Devil, for the Devil has no name.

Society

‘OUR’ big society

Ok ‘Dave’ (my, that’s a very chummy name you have there, I bet you were a right lad in your youth), since you still proceed with your Big Society idea we’ll form one! The thing is, our big society might not be what you were wanting.
If you think the state is so unnecessarily bloated, well our big society’s OK with that: we’ll get rid of the state, all of it.
There can never be 'no such thing as society,' but there can be no such thing as state. Maybe you and your party, in all your pomposity, have actually gone too far this time, and whilst you were trying to return us to the harshness’s of the past, whilst you clawed back the land, you’ve actually made us realise we no longer need the likes of you.

- John Ledger

Society of Guilt

Communication is a language, human sexuality is a language. Intimacy and secrecy are vital to human sexuality, sexuality brings us a desire for immateriality. Love and sexuality are immaterial.

The more we are consuming, the more we are pushing aside our true feelings. Why do we consume? To make ourselves feel better – a short term happiness, but material objects don’t really satisfy our happiness, for if they did, we wouldn’t feel the need to keep on consuming. Our desire to consume becomes ever more hungry. Are we afraid to deal with the truth? To confront our fears, our reality and our sexuality?

- Jade Lauren

Globalsapiens. x