HEAVY METAL WICCA MAN..

Outside Slow Steel

Moves and Sways

Clanging
As
Mechanized
Legs

Bound
To the
Tribes
Rhythm

And Thousand of Demons
And Fallen Angels
Within are Working

Ferociously
Moving

With the

Power
OF this
Metal Groove

An Alchemist
A Sorcerer
Of sorts
Hypnotizing
With

Divine Proportions

Enchants
And
Entertain
These
Demons
Into
A
Frenzy

Using Elemental
Metal

To Move The Space within
Space

Into
Strings
That Move
Like
A subtle Vibration

Then a Wave

As Sound
Is Sent
in Longitudinal Pulses
And Transverse Waves
Throughout
This
Wicca Man

Being his Life Force
And he Moves now With

Intent

In to a Battle
With the
Gods
And
His
Cumbersome
Inertia

Aphorism - Happiness

self knowledge 
is the path to happiness. Become detached from your ego a watcher an observer, obeserve your self and observe yourself Transform...

My Turpentine Lady

A
Black water
Lays
Shimmering
with
Iridescence
And Curdles
the Air
With its
Noxious Fumes

Rising
Into the
Ether
As this Turpentine
Takes
Flight
And Burns
Nasal Hairs
And waters
These
Eyes of Doom

And in its Shimmer
I swear i see the
Siouhette
Of Feminine Form
And ripples my interest

My Turpentine Lady
Does
Dance
ON this
Embalmed Fluid

And she is
Beautiful
Exotic
and so Deep
No Knife
Could cut straight through
It

Because
My Turpentine Lady
is worth
Her weight
In Gold

And with this
Mesmeric Image
My heart is
Stole

Deformed Chocolate Elf

Im massively
worried
about my
Mental Health

Ive seemed
To swallowed a

Deformed
Chocolate
Elf


He was
A Melted Molten Mutation
With a
Chocolate
Scrumtious
Face

And did melt over my
Tongue
Like a
Meal
From a heavenly plate

And now this
Deformed Chocolate Elf
Sits in
My
Belly

And i now all
I can do
Is force out Shit
Like this Christmas
Telly

So dear Sam

Its been a while
But
We'll form more
Memories

And get fucked
On
Schnaps
 on these nights

And forget
These
Forsaken
Mammories

And the Women
With
Their
Fish Net tights

Ivory Corn And The Black Waters

Palid
And
Bleached

Like the work
OF Dark
On Grass

The Ivory Corn
IS Transported
Down
River

Yew
Trees
Align the Banks

Keeping
All
The Black
And Dank
Darkness
That Dwells
Beneath the
Swrirling
Depths
Out
Of the Land
OF the Mortal

It Floats
On A Listless
Fleck
Of
Obsidian
Shimmer

And gets Lost behind
The Branches
Of
A Weeping
Willow

Still Frozen
At
The Site
Where
Her
Babe
Drown
In these
Murky
Depths

The Ivory Head Corn Now
Picks up
Pace
Losing the last few Remaining
Corns
To the Deeps

Whilst an imposing
Skinny Bone
Tree
Knuckles
The Middle
Of the River

And An All consuming
Blackness
At its
Center
Sits Like
A
Singularity

A Black
Hole

Sukcing in this
Floatsom and Jetson

And leaving nothing
But
the Foamy
Carcassed
Remains
Of a Summer Past
In its
Wake

Lemon Yellow Sun

She gave
A
Picture

Of a Lemon
Yellow
Sun

With
Me On A Mountain
Top

Of Golden
Rays
Falling
And
Bodies Bronzed
And Burning
In this Summer's
Hazed
Fun

What a Beautiful
Picture
That
She
Drew

There was Once
Here a Sentiment
A Context just From
You

And i Have now
no
Picture

Or Anything
Left

Just These Eyes
Are left
Ascew

And a Picture
Left in my
Minds Eye

Of a Lemon
Yellow
Sun
That
You
Once
Drew

Once again in the Shadowlands

Its Dragging me
Back

Back
Down
Again

To those depths
And spaces

And my collapsing
Lung
Coughs and Spurts
As
The Shadows
Once
Again
Reclaims
This fragile Soul
Their
Play Thing
&
Im Back
now

And bathed in a
Familiar
Warmth
Like
That
Of Pain

All that will happen know
Is people will get on with they're
Lives
And
I wont
Speak
Now dumb and
Speechless
Just consumed
With
Dankness
And a reassuring
Emptiness
Inside
Where joy came to
Visit for a little
While
But Soon
Left as
Is the
Familiar call
to
All good things in my life
that dont
Last

Steam Engine

Sloe
Locomotion

On this frosted
Christmas
Mourn

Cold
Fresh
&
Sharp

Snow flakes drift in the
Brezze
Like notes falling Melodiously
From an
Angels Harp

While all the while dancing in reflection
on the rays from the fairylights
That Highlight
This Streetlight
From
The veil of this Dark
Night


Billowing Clouds
of Steam
Rise
Like a
Phoenix

And Black sweat and Monoxide
Gas
Whip up
A cyclone
Above the
Rooftops

Like a Festive Fire
Has Engulffed
All of this
And
Yellow Windows
And
Steel Clang
On the Tracks

And the Mourning
Braes in this
Red Dawn
Of
Noel

With
it's
Coca Cola Cheer

Coal for Christmas
Again

Is fuel
For the Engines
Fire

And A change of Platforms
And Direction
At the Next Stop

I sit here on then
Train

And
Grieve the Woes
Of the journey
And

My Mistakes
Along
The
Way

Stairway to Starbucks

It Shines and Glimmers
Reflecting in its
Metallic
Hue
\
of

Advertising
and
The soft glow
Of the
Turkish Jewelers

And transports me Upwards
Towards the Heavens

The Labour Lust
Of
Convenience

And the mouse
Wheel
Spins
And all i can
Do
Is Jump
Aboard
This
Steel Griddled
Travalator

Conform

And jump
On
Ship

We come
To the
Top
And this
Mourning
Smells
Like
A
Colombian Mountain's
Coffee Grove
And
A
New Dawn

Ive seen
Starbucks
All over the Word

One Day they'll have a
Starbucks on the
Moon

Me and Black Dog....

Im spending today
On my Own

Just me and Black Dog
In this
Room Alone

For the sun is Mocking
And the Moon's
Silver
Is like a bullet
In this Lonely Wolfs
Heart

And i gave her the
Key
But you cant trust
Anyone
You see
With
The
workings of your
Souls Most important
Parts

And each time shes
Gone
It
Rips
The Sinuews of
My Breaking
Heart

And feels
Like
My souls
Mechanics
Have
lost
The WILL to start

So ill Spend
Today in this room

Alone

Just me and
Black Dog

Drinking Alone :(

Branching Philanderer

People say its not
Big Of Me

To Be into this covert
Polygamy

But like Some
Knob Knotted
Tree

I need all these leaves to
be able to Breath

And to absorbs the nutrients from the Sun
with this tainted Carnal fun
And so with it My Mortal Joy
Does become

A Room A Thousand Years Wide

" He lives these
Years that Ive
Walked blind " cc

And a Thousand doors
he has
Closed
And a thousand
Minds

A Thousand
Lives have
Been
Worn
Through
His eyes

And shapes this room
A Thousand
Years
Wide

A Thousand thoughts
And a Thousand
Parts
Has twisted the grains
Of
My

Tepid
Heart

And whilst a Thousand
Lives
Look
Like
Mine


I have opened more

 Divine Doors
Within

Which
Have given me
Clarity
Behind
All-Seeing Eyes

So come and wonder
In this room
of
Mine

With a thousand doors and no windows

For
There is nothing
More
Great if you have the time

To wonder
In
A
Room

A Thousand years
Wide

Tarquin House

Tarquin House
Stands alone
at the
Back of a
Long
Oxbow Drive

The Turrets Tower
above me
Like a
Medieval Battlement
when i
Arrive

And Ravens and Songbirds
Sit aloft this tower
Admiring the
View of this
Spa town

And i am greeted with tea

" Good morning Ms Hills
Good Morning Pete,

Fine morning for it aint it
Tis a beauty pete now drink your tea"

And so to work..

 I go to grab my tools around by the shed at the side of the house

and witness

Ivy Snake

Up From the Driveway
&
Hedgerows

which seem
To almost suffocate the house into

Submisson

And seem to want
to
Drag it Down

To the Earthly Deeps

But the house takes
Care of its self
And
is not my

Domain

The Garden is where i work
If you would call it such a thing

Its more of a mantra of action
A
Morning Meditatcion
As
i sculpte and form
Hedges and Shrub
Making
Jagged
Lines Smooth
and opening up new views of the
Flora

Like the Brush Strokes
of the Artist
revealing lines and colour and
Form
on
a Canvass
Stretch

There's alot to be said
For
Manual Work

And as i rake
the

Red
&
Brown&

Fading
Green

Flakes
of Autumn

And blow them
Into a fairy like fertility dance
And the classic overture in my brain
Does Start

The Bell
Rings

And im Hungry and Thirsty

My Hands
Are Dirty
Covered
And
Worn

Showing wear

But im
Satisfied

And looking forward to my Beer and smoke
After Work :)


Four hours of
Focus and awesome music
And
Nature
What else is there?

A Bitterness that still remains because of Office Politics and sioBan

The foulest people ive met gained their confidence or identity through office work....there souls are made and will decay in the grey sludge of their 9-5 worker drone twilight of exsistence.......dickheads!!!

Nasal Transportation To the Constellation Memory

My
Hasty
Nose
Sniffs

And Im Teleported
Instantly

Back
Maybe
10 - 12
Years

And im sitting in

Yellow
Class

in a Tangerine Hew

Its 5 minutes
to

3:00

" Going Home Time"

And i'm playing with

Red Crimson Plasticine

Molding with

Dexterous Resolve

And the Smells from this

Amorphous Gloop

Smells
Unique

Ill never forget it!

And
Suddenly

Im back again

12 years Later

I look around
But the smell is

Invisible

Just a
Tiny Offering
Bought on a

Soft Wind

To remind
Me that
I too
Have my own

History

However
Insignificant

Letters and Dialogue from the Happy Junkie...Ext.1

" When you fall for a drug properly,

I mean
Properly...

Then its for life
right..

Thats the points of being a junkie an outcast your commited despite the odds"

" A true renegade of some sorts, but tainted with a dirty glamour that repulses yet attracts the sweel and release of meager embraces, social networking or just plain human contact you receive. Which saitsfys your soul to a limit being the extent of its nature,

Cos when your a junkie right...... this amounts to their prejudice of the eyes that see and think they know and were shit right in this popular conditioned haze of mind rape called public opinion

Like the poison im my veins at least releases me from the poison of your mediocrity

And a faint gust of worry you bring to me
from the bitter fabric of your flightless wings
And i
remember that we are the parasites right...in this faint gust.
Were out to get you
Jus lOOKING for a HOst
lOOKING for YOU AND YOUR CHILDREN to
Occupy with OUR DEPRAVITY the DEVICE YOU USE and DISPOSE of  TO DEFINE YOUR OWN FLOUDERING sense of RIGHTEOUS INDIGNATION AND IDENTITY....cos were the PARASITES right...Whos using who??

And what has my
internal conscious got to do with your
ignorant opinions,

Love the


Happy Junkie
THOSE TGAR

Paint On the Handlebars

As the drop
Comes

I grab my Brush
And fling

Red
&
Blue
&
Green

On the
Canvass

What seems by accident
Is in fact
Calculated
And the forms
The Music
Make
In My
Mind
Manifest

On

My

Duck
Canvass
Making
Colors Dance
And this Manikins
Move Involuntary


I step back
and
hit
The Shelve
Spilling
the

Red
&
Blue
&
Green

On the floor

I decide
To grab
The
Elswick
And go get more paint

The Brezze in my
Hair
And
the
Spokes
Spin
And clank
On the
Wheels
as i fly down the high street

And brush
my hand
Through
my Hair
and Mustache
Leaving
A red
Reminense

Suddenly

Bang!!!

A Bus
Hits
My Elswick
And
I
Fall to the
Ground

The Station Clock

The
Station Clock

Has seen better days

It
Sees
All Seasons

And is only occupied by the
Foulest of pigeons

And one

Brave Wilde Swallow

And
A

Reclusive Bluebird

Who use it as a
Vantage point
Like a

Sniper

 on
a
Watchtower

Who Dive

Amongst the Daffodils
Below
Like
The
Lufwaffer
on a

Crimson Dawned Air Raid

Devouring
The
Worms
that burrogh holes
on Brown wallowing Mud
Among the

Broken Bricks
Where nature has reclaimed
A
little
Territory

Then they ascend
To the Blue
Amnd the Tranquil Tower

The Monumental Watcher

Vouyeur
Overseer
Of
All of this

With a face and Hands
That informs

But deaf and DUmb

Living an Existence of Measurement

An enterty who's

Soul
Mission

IS the

Vicarious fulfillment Of
Our Efficiency

A Poem For Reggie

Dear Reggie
We are
indeed
a
Kindered Two

Our
Ketamine
Problems

Our Covert Drinking Habits too

Your like a brand new sister

Apart from you didnt pop out my mum

And also cos your wicked and
Dont get
Offended
When
|Im
Jus tryinh to be
Fun

Even better than though
My
Miss

Youve met
Me Good
Mate
Tom

A Bet on a
Magical hand
well placed

And
What fun
well have getting
Stoned
With with A Red Eye
And pale face

So to the future
Reggie

AND OUR
ADVENTURES

Noble
&
True

We'll get so high dear

Reginald

Will
Pass the moths on the way to the sun

And stop for a Spliff
On the
Moon

Dear Reggie what
Intergalactic Fun
Awaits ;) x

Duality - The Sun and The Moon

Once
before
Time

and
Space

The Sun and Moon
Where Lovers

The Sun
Was hotter then than
It is now and burnt anything that came close

Totally immersed in
its will

its
Thanatos
and Energy

The Moon was younger
yet wiser than the Sun

And saw things softly
Bringing reflective light to the darker regions of space
And illuminating those
Who couldnt see

The moon took pity on the SUN
One day

The only way she knew How
And Destroyed him

The Sun at
First with his
Depleted Energy

Howeled
A great Howl
And the stars
And the
Constellation of Lupus
Was Bore

But the Sun
Felt weak
And
LOST
As
Space and Time

Reverted back to
A more primordial
Static fuzz

And the lights went out
on this
Ancient
Time

But slowly an ember
A mellow Hue of illumination
Started to flicker
The light burned
Brighter

And from this
Destruction
A
New
Creation
Was Born

And with a Big Bang

The Earth
The Stars
And Life
Was Born

The Sun and Moon
Now
Occupy
Different
Regions
to Keep Balance

..........................Equilibrium

But they
Still have their purpose
And
As the Sun's Golden Glow reflect
Off the Silvered moon

I feel
Their
Warm embrace
and

Feel
Satisfied and completed in

Mine

The Old Curiosity Shop

This Provincial

Town

 Sits well

The people here are open

And sweet

Like a soft nostalgia

A dream lost from

Times

Long

Gone

When life was simpler

The expiration date on people

Was smaller yet people found

Happiness

in the small

and the

simple

We

Kick up sparks on these

Cobbled

Emerald Mossed Stones

That tap

Below

Us

Keeping in Rhythm with our

Banter

and

Ease

All of a sudden

She

Stops

Whats this

She

Says

The sign

Reads

" The

Old Curiosity

Shop"

She is curious

And i am too

Smitten

Are we in this common ground

Which grew

We finish

Our smokes

And

And twist the remains of the sparks and our cigarettes

Out on the pavement

Turning

the

Cobbled Emerald Mossed stones

A brownish black

We step inside

and

a Black cat crosses our path

and runs out of the shop

and into the road

The door suddenly slams shut

Behind it

 we hear a shriek

And the sound of skidding cars smashing

We turn around un phased

and buy velvet kisses in a box and a pocket watch

and return home

Enlightened

Satellite

Out in the Black
And the
Dark desolate
wastes

Among this colaked night
where we sit and stare up
wondering whats staring back

And what
Sits there
is all the while a
searching
A hermitted
Sentiense
Of
no Mouth
ButEars
And Eyes
To
See
And
Spy
A Circumnavigating
Viciousness

I realsie they can see

"
I maybe paranoid
But that dont mean they arent watching me"

But what are they checking for

A Enemy or a f
Or an Oppurtunity

Aviation Buddha

On the Roof
Of the World

Even higher than
Atlas
Buddha
Sits

And raises
His Sun Glasses
With the Rising
Dew
Which welcomes
the morning
grass and fungus

Casnting a Times Shadow
On a a Sundial
In
Eden


As he
lights his Spliff
And holds communion

Rising it  like  a mornings mirrored reflection
of the sun in a turpentine puddle

His Aviator Glasses
Glisten
And Sparkle
As Concords
Discord
And
All flights
Are cancelled
abroad

And so
Sits
The
Aviation Buddha

Until he takes flight
from his seated pose
 and folded legs becomes wings
and he is launched into the
stratosphere

Navigating
the skies
like some
Old sea
Dog
 Still salted  and foaming from the sea and under the enchanted siren of Claypso
And the beautiful briny deeps

Still
Haggared
Drenched....And On s
Shore Leave
For
A
Brass  and a BREW
in
the
next
port

As the
claret
Of this
spewed
forth town

Rumbles
with the sounds
Of
Jet
Engines

And the Aviation Buddha hass
Arrived home
On the
ROOF OF THE WORLD
Atop
 and over a
mountain crest
Hung and Overhanged
among the peaks and climbs of
Everest

Still sitting
And Waiting
For Enlightement
As
He clutches his

Around The World
Ticket

And transports himself
Through
Conciousness

To the Garden

Nirvana
And the forest Shangri
and delight

But This flight has been
Cancelled
At the
Last Minute

And Buddha
Goes
to
The Executive Lounge
And orders
A whiskey and coke
On the Rocks

But Aviation Buddha
Doesnt
Drink

Its for this
Airstewardess
Beside
him
Still Buzzing and Beautiful
Booyliciously Boneable

And He Hastily
Sparks
Up a joint and once again
Takes to the
Skies