Thursday, 18 August 2011
"Men have died for less!"
My attacker cried as he sought to divest
My teeth from my jaw.
But I was equal to his tough caress,
Fancying right and law
And the flight and my arena and score.
O princess of the brunettes stabilise your borders
And ensure that your brown eyes and hair
Will lure and tempt more and more
Warriors to your prize. I care nothing for your
Subtefuge, your sidesteps nor your lies;
I value only the raven of your eyes,
And how the dimple of your cheek
Doth arise, and your lips in overlapped surmise ...
All this is enough for me in unchained mirth.
I am English, and yearn for the pre-Aryan Celtic brand
Of pure Mediterranean sand, when goddesses such
As yourself did rule man and beast. I am your
Crown and scepter, your halo and wand,
My root doth stand in rapt amazement at your white arms.
Distress me not - we are legion at your command -
A legion of men wasted in reprimand.
Heavy metal soldiers! - your eyes! - your eyes! -
Enfringred and emboldened by the
funking criterion of the darkest skies.
DJ turn it up !
Her arms were
White, her fringe likewise an
Expanse of very delicatesse.
The shock of her brunette pelme came as a
Hammer blow, for it threatened to rape and
Distress around the eyes as they foraged for
The shine of a blackened hair, gleamed and transfixed.
Has a man to be crucified by this ruse?
Has a man to be used by the black flag above the eyes
Of dark destoying?
Was a man to be
Stripped down to this nudity and be
Shamed by the
Crudity of a woman with a straight cut?
These angels of Hell, without remorse,
Grace or smell, are a legion of corpses!
What can I do? My senses corrupt and yet the croruptors -
These angels - doth defile and compile a catalogue of crimes anew!
The relentless jukebox is an eternal pardon of dance music
She burdened lust and
Bust and crust:
Swagging on the deep.
Energy diminshes and
Energy increases and
Life intensifies like fire,
All in its path.
The runes are a constant path - no need to throw them if you are aware.
Death is inevitable or else it is a trick.
As perception grows so life and death become redundant conceptions and energy is all.
Blake was right, energy is eternal delight.
British decadence has energy, while French decadence is languid.
Youth symbolises energy.
Fascism is energy in politics.
Energy is excessive: the energetic type always exceeds: he is the outlaw, the rebel.
The energetic man is always banned, black-listed.
So why does the establishment at all times ban energy?
Clearly the establsihment wants to preserve the staus quo.
This means that they are dedicated to truncating
The energy of the pre-pubescent - yes, the energy of Youth!
The child has as much energy as the Lion!
There are too many Camels - not enough Lions and not nearly enough Chiles!