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Norse Ice like noise Injects me, Fills me with That rush Of the coldest heat Up my veins and into My brain I hug it, carress it, Love it tight. Invisible snow Suffocating me And I welcome it With arms outstretched Like highways In winter And I enjoy All this freezing Of me. My Mind Is A Space Capsule Blast off. Smoke all in my eyes The heat from the ignition singes The hair off my arms. I travel hard and furious Into the darkness above Ghostly hands hold me high. Supported I lay clean, naked And hovering on the roof of this strange desert. Dry winds carress my body's bare skin As I lay so gently on the dry breath Of the ones beneath me, Words and music float around Lifting me further and farther Into the sienna starless sky. A drumming around my head And straight through my ears The dark and mystic Tribal sounds of a world within me Muscles made of wires and sparking Images behind my closed eyes I must be on Mars. I know it now, the smell of the red wind I fly over a world inhabited by bloodied dust Over a lost and forgotton civilisation, I watch the lights of my space capsule orbit and glow I've left it behind. It has risen without me and hangs in the darkness, My unprotected body feels the harsh scrapings of sand And unfamiliar air tainting me. I feel like a new born soul Bred from the black hands of God How can I breathe here? How can this be? I have no fear here, no hate, no anger. Orange smoke whirls around me Like a thick velvet cloak Covering me with the sheltering warmth Of a gaurdian angels holy grasp. My ecstasy is broken With a crack forming on the burnt horizon The lack of atmosphere begins to suck And stab away at me. Dropping hard to an unforgiving ground The rocks I have landed on bleed With tears I cannot find within me. Alien voices howl savagely Their deafening screams hitting my face. Reality returns to my senses waking them As my eyes regain the dissolution With the concious, nibbling feeling, That with all this intricate dreaming I've never left this place at all, This hell on earth raised by machines and monkeys And gluttony and soul destroying technology. Now I have unblinded my nerve pulses I have the deepest realisation I don't like where I am I don't want to stay here. I'd rather be lost in the unknown wonder Of the planets and their demons Than remain on this virgin blue supernova Ready to erupt from our sins. The Quest Flurescent lights all buzzing Like moths we're drawn to them Can't quite find the right shade of red More like blood Prick your finger and see All those girls So very overly fragrant and free of reality Push past me All spice girl shoed and capri-ed My hair won't go that straight No matter Doubling back and in circles we go Just looking, we might be back though Feet aching, thirsty Got an itch I just can't scratch In the solace of the fitting room I think i've got a funny rash From all those sequenced g strings I've been trying on all day. A Derivitive Stripped down to my soul On the sidewalk, Then took that off too And smeared it all over the ground. Ran down the street Full pelt All laughing. At me, the buildings Burning bright with Huge teeth spat out As I go past. My naked feet dancing And falling off roofs, Sitting me in the gutter Turning peoples heads. My hair hangs the noose I so readily place Around my ankles and My WRISTS, And I bite the thread Floating around my throat. I turn all the rocks over But there are no hiding places All taken by the ants And the children, so small Yet they scratch. I scratch back at them But wound me And the blood comes, thick. Look for bigger rocks to jump off But only pebbles dig into my soul. Exhale Ravens escape the blades of windmills And nestle softly in the wrappers, And chocolate smeared cellophane. There are warm and sleeping dogs, All flea and nervous bone They lay near pebbles And some on sharper stones. Sanded ground beneath feet, Like hot, blunt glass Reflecting in the seabed Filled with unknown monsters. She has dreams of carressing The still, blank waters Where fish swim yellow And all around is cold and errie. She is too good a swimmer. There are the high hills And the deep green grass of course, That's to be expected. She is moist and sober From the early morning rain, Showers of sunlight sprinkle Through the cloud growth above Comes and goes... The wind it Breathes and whispers And weaves together The shades of autumn Held within leaves. This is perfect she says It is such a beautiful day. Her shadow is waving And the softest spigs of touch Blow through birds feathered wings And lap her hair around her gentle face. The young girl in white exhales She is smiling. Then jumps into the arms Of the rocks crying for her, So far below... All works copyright .

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