"The innocent and the beautiful

I always knew it would happen. I always knew we’d understand each other. You saw an image before you - to arrest and detain. I always knew we were fated, I always understood your hunger, dancing to the rhythm of the song in your heart, two worlds collide fated and damned

If you love me why don’t you touch me if you want me why don’t you take me? Feel the rhythm of a new beat - become The Dancer, The Dance and The Danced. Pressing your lips onto my heart, pressing your body close to mine - I feel your tension bleeding and pouring - caressing me - feeding my Flame.

If you love me why don’t you touch me - if you want me why don’t you take me.. sate your desire in my flesh becoming one and whole again in me

Do as you will to me.... Do as you want to...Do as you please.....Satisfy my hunger and I’ll satisfy your needs...Do as you want to...Do as you please...

Use me Abuse me......Dominate me
If you want it come and take it
Satisfy your needs....

Spiritual minds weaving light. Re shaping communication and esoteric forms of flight. Spiritual angels in astral form roaming the multiverse: Gaia's Home.

The humans love for transiency. The humans love for ephemeral dreams

Re writing and re inventing the tapestry of life in times machine called Destined Desire. Light a candle and make a wish that your present existence can be more fulfilling than this....

The humans love for transiency. The humans love for ephemeral dreams

Creating gods and destroying them. Creating worlds by words and crystalising them. Re inventing ourselves and our own histories. Creating a Babel Pedestal to hubris for "Mans' Greatest Feats"....

Awake The Dreamer inside:-

Candy Prophets, Sugar Barons and Peppermint Cream Messiahs....
Alices' In Wonderland and Nancy Drew Party Barbie themes,
Flourescent landscapes with pastel skies - manufactured momentary fantasies..

You are a waterfall oohhahhhheeee
You are a mirrormage oohhahhhheeee
You are my light and dark oohhahhhheeee
You are the wonderland oohhahhhheeee

And I dance with my love as all around me crumbles
And I dance with the Shadow Soul

You kiss my lips and i drown in you oohhahhhheeee
Baptised in your essence I am the scent of you oohhahhhheeee
Sensing you from afar The shadows are stirring oohhahhhheeee
Synchronised now and die in your warm embrace oohhahhhheeee

The Shadows are stirring...

The memories of long forgotten souls are awakening.
The past becomes the present
And time stands still for the reckoning

Exterminating Angel take my hand
Exterminating Angel take my hand

I am one soul
One spirit
One shadow.

Incubi and succubi All in one

Sentinel of your dreams
Guardian angel

Born to love,
Create or destroy.

Love me

Taste my poisoned lips drink from my cup,
Fall into the abyss feel cupids arrow.

Taste my poisoned lips drink from my cup,
Fall into the abyss and falls the shadow

Love me

He speaks of love and pastel thoughtscapes.
He speaks for the dying because he’s dying
And the hope that the religious will capitulate.

He wants acceptance in a no uncertain terms universe
Because god is love and love is the law
The commandment ALL have to obey.

They say “love is the law”
Is written on the hearts of man

Whilst kingdoms and empire dispel the mythos and the sham

And is there more to life and love than this?
As we sell our souls in exchange for The Abyss

Imagined gods and devils, aliens and beasts,
Prophets, and messiahs performing to the beat

Doctrines and traditions, absolutes and fearscapes
Self perpetuating hypocrisies of the Manufactured Saints

He is a god deliciously out of control
A law unto himself - a perverse nihilist messiah.

Hedonist Junky always alone,
He's in love with his own image.

Oh queer Narcissus.

He’s imagined mad love in an existential universe. Oblivious to the pain of unrequited love

He drinks the Ambrosia of his own romance -
The cat that licks the cream -
Besotted and dizzy: A ghost that’ll pass through your hands.

He’s all he’s ever wanted, all he’s ever desired -
The epitomised tetrad husband, lover, friend and wife..

"So may he himself love, and not gain the thing he loves…..."

“How Dare I Be So Beautiful…..."

He writes his memoirs in an out of time space,
Hoping for completion before his Rapture Date.
If you can't save you Jesus.… who will rescue you?

I saved Jesus - he was captured in time, captured in time, captured in time.....

Trapped in a bubble - a Dyson Sphere-
Pleading to his heavenly father to let him out of there.
If you can't save you Jesus - who will rescue you?

The Motherships down, the angels all lied,
Heaven is alerted that Jesus has retired.

The Motherships down, the angels all cried,
Heaven is alerted that Jesus has flown.

The Motherships down, The Earth is denied,
Heaven is alerted that Jesus is a liar..

"I'll save you Jesus, you can carry your own cross, cos I've got mine."

I hunger for something more a deep seated dark desire. Provoking. Inculcating. A potent driving force. Feel the calm beneath the storm - the illusion of fire contained and tempered...the Kraken awakes...awaking my true self that’s stirring from restless slumber.

All that glitters seems to be gold I can taste it in my mouth - the flavour and essence of everything - like ripe fruit ready for the plucking, ready to be devoured, savoured and enjoyed.. “His thoughts were of a colour and texture nobody else could understand..” he said

“I seek to destroy. To Annihilate and Master. To crush you under my feet. To dominate and control - to have dominion over you”

This crowning glory of insanity this delicious madness that rules as Rightful King and Queen and heir to The Throne. To overthrow kingdoms and empires sparing no one from The Deluge of War and Conquest…. Awaking my true self stirring from restless slumber.

All that glitters seems to be gold I can taste it in my mouth the flavour and essence of everything- like ripe fruit ready for the plucking…. “His thoughts were of a colour and texture nobody else could understand..” he said

So I toy with memories- rearranging them as I see fit-
Playing around with new sequences experimenting with consequences-

Stimulating the synapses - caressing the pleasure pain thresholds.
Perfecting The Art Of Torture with unwilling lambs to the slaughter

Psychic union, communion and redaction,
Interrogation, infiltration or rewriting of identity.

Probing, investigating - smashing the boxes that hide your self.
Performing, surgery - leaving you a Gibbering Idiot or in a mental state of paralysis

You must either conquer and rule
Or serve and lose,
suffer or triumph, be the hammer or the anvil.

“Du musst herrschen und gewinnen,
Oder dienen und verlieren,
Leiden oder triumphieren, Amboss oder Hammer sein”

I sail away to Party and wear another face. I sail away to Party to find another place- away from here

Is this love? Is this feeling? Is this joy? Is this pain? Is this pleasure that I'm feeling as I toy with another way?...As I toy with another day...

Got me a little heaven I can escape to. Got me a little paradise... I sail away to party and I've got me a rainbow filled with pastel delights yeah yeah

Is this love? Is this feeling? Is this joy? Is this pain? Is this pleasure that I'm feeling as I toy with another way?...As I toy with another day...

And I don't see the faces that I turn to,
Everyone is faceless that I need,
I'm just in The Moment,
This Perfect Moment,
Being just in The Moment is all I need yeah yeah..

It's all I need.....
It's all I wanted....

Time stands still as he remembers. Memories having been plucked from his mind, wafer thin becoming whole worlds in their own right. Memory in its purest state. He dances with fire plays it in the palms of his hands and whilst he's distracted she lashes out with an intricate channel whipping his arms

Dream the dream- dance the soul.
Weave the dream- dance the song

(Man has fallen from grace "they" say - and who are "they" anyway..division abounds within every race reflected in every quarter)

Ostentatious, pretentious, hedonistic. Loving effect,, the urge to play with fire, her attack is a light-show. She weaves a spiral web of energy from the sky... Thoughts on a string. A love for beautiful shiny things. Dicewoman precious and vain, dancing in the light lover of pain

Heaven is dying.... Reap what you sow...This Gospel of Piss...

Hand open, flat fingers splayed. Cold fire streaming from his fingertips. No light, no sound, no effects. Pain and fire striking absorbed by mental shields.

I am the First and the Last I am the Honoured One and the Scorned One. I am the Whore and the Holy One I am the Wife and the Virgin.

I am the Mother and the Daughter I am the Members of my Mother. I am the Barren One and many are Her sons, I am the Mother of my father and the Sister of my husband And he is my offspring.

I am the Silence that is incomprehensible and the Idea whose remembrance is frequent, and the Word whose appearance is multiple. I am the utterance of my Name.

I am knowledge I am ignorance I am shame and I am boldness I am shameless and am ashamed I am strength and I am fear. Give heed to me I am the one who is disgraced I who am The Great One.

I am She who does not keep festival and I am She whose festivals are many. I am the Wisdom of the Greeks and the knowledge of the barbarians.

I am the One who has been hated everywhere I am the One who has been loved everywhere. I am the One whom they call Life and You have called Death.