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Words by:
Anno
A grand hope.
A rope.
An invitation to your party of plastic bags.
And cyanide.
A deep breath:
a lack of Iron.
I'm fine without. I'm still within.
I'm coming back to what I know.
They brought
a clown to ‘Camp F'
Death's easy with a pinch of mockery.
Murder's easy with prawns and soap.
"Wow"
was all he said as they shot him up
With a mighty dose of justice.
Silence clings
like leather.
Heaven feels like warm butter.
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And I'm left
for buzzard meat, as off and away she goes.
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Look at the man
what you've made me -
Sorry and wise like iron and glass, if I
Asked for a reason you'd smile, if I
Asked for an answer you'd lie. What's
Driven to pain and disgust, all your efforts?
Your love is an animals den:
Lined with the bones of your dead.
Our names are
forgotten.
Our heads are all rotten.
Our eyes are like cotton or silk.
Our minds are like curdling milk.
My carcass is mangled and
Tangled about round your feet:
A bramble that's dug in too deep.
There's hundreds
of millions of
Tales and opinions to tell. But
I can't be bothered to yell anymore.
I'd smile but the wound is too sore.
The world now's
the same as before - everyone's
Witty and droll and absolved with self pity and
Bored with this cold, shitty town -
Warmed only by a love that I
became too afraid to offend, so I ended up
Killing with kindness instead.
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The Tower walls
at midnight burn,
With fraught desire - the rocks beneath,
Are sharp, and wet with fictions blood.
Someone leaps, the other turns ... but who is
who.
Forget what you
want, but
Don't forget the link that grew me.
That travels deeply,
Through me in the form of every
Thought that I think.
The Loathing and the Love,
Bubbling together at the
Brink of my emotion.
This commotion started
Long before my face was ever
Etched into the Wall of time.
I have both your
madnesses inside.
I am in constant disagreement with myself.
But I cannot leave me.
You both cannot leave me,
nor one-another, believe me!
I am the ring that won't slip off with soap.
You've broken
the armies inside me,
And now they stand poised and opposed ...
Now there is blood.
Now there is love standing, covered in glory,
and honour lies covered in mud.
You and I, Ma,
we built too close to the river.
Look at us washing our minds free of fever.
Brushing off bird shit and bad dreams forever.
And never once turning the tide.
Thank you for
pains and concerns
That have made me, In turn more
Unhappy and kind.
I am proud to remind them of you.
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I burned my doubt,
collapsed the wave.
You're my craving in the darkness -
this. My God, my King, my slave.
Save the dead we are alone here.
Seize the instant quickly for
what lies within it - infinity.
You are the centre of my spin
and you begin where I have ended.
Does this bold
heart beat on?
Disarmed of self
and selfish things,
With crusty eyes that trust the darkness
And the light, for both are Him
And He is us when we are whole.
We are ageless. We are holy.
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I've seen your
face in glass, I've crossed my ...
I've seen your face in steel. In dreams
I've held your bones of steel.
The curves of
morality curl.
The wings of night unfurl and beat.
And lift us from the torture of deceit.
An art. A moment
found. The sound of
Instinct distinctly close and clear. Like a prayer.
I want to be close and clear and just explode.
There's something
in my eye
Sing to me my
sweet creeper.
Creep upon me like a glorious tide.
Let me hide in your flesh.
The curves of morality curl.
The wings of night unfurl and beat.
And lift us from this murderous deceit.
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Anno
From where did
you fall, Lady? Ruin
Of my eyes. Rain of my roots, of my
Feelers that fumble and rise through
A jungle of sinew and muscle, to
Pry open subtle horizons that
Lie in between our two patterns.
We're safe enough
here from the dawn.
From the scorn of the heartless, this
Darkness is warming and seamless.
Our body is total and seamless.
(And though you will say I don't mean this)
I dream just of waking.
Stinking of sleep and your love.
Caged from the world by your fingers and bones.
My lone understanding.
My centre of self mutilation.
That place where my body is good and desired.
I dream just of waking.
Shaking off sleep in your arms.
With delight and disarm I am gradually opening.
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Time collects
it's dues from each of us.
(She gets down and moves to love's exit)
Taste in music says a lot, I guess.
(She gets down and grooves to love's exit)
She has this
thing about the death of trust.
(She keeps her fishnet gloves on love's exit)
I bust my mouth on fragile words.
(Help me turn the key to love's exit)
All my colour's
gone.
All the wrongs
have now been righted.
Scribbled down (and cited in a court of law)
Where luck is in the draw (and truth is in the
eye)
The jury finds in favor of love's exit.
Do you like my
fortress?
I built it by myself.
No surprises there then?
No. None at all.
Do you like my fortress?
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What about the
High School Honneyz that we never had?
Put those ghosts to sleep now, come find new ones.
Dressed as angels, and plea with them to damage
you.
It's strange. But it's alright.
It's meant to be that way.
My dear, the
road on which we're fixed it has no end.
It often bends through pain, but we can
Sit and stomp the mud and chomp the cud and say,
"If only this and that.
Those we love, if only they wouldn't bury us in
fear.
If only. This and that."
But it's alright.
It has to be that way.
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Words
by: Billy
I'm an idiot.
Give me love.
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You know you
have to keep on moving man,
Or else you're liable to fall asleep.
Don't lay your brains upon that pillow,
You'll die right there upon your mattress.
Everyone gets everything they want
And everyone gives just the same.
All desires are fairly mutual at source:
They're all as selfish as each other.
She told me that
she loved me and blah blah blah blah blah blah
blah.
And we talked about Divinity and blah blah blah
blah blah blah blah.
And we talked about her TV shows and blah blah
blah blah blah blah blah.
And then I said I loved her and blah blah blah
blah blah blah blah.
Girl, you know
that words are only half truths
And that they glitter like a fools gold.
You wear them round you like a necklace,
To stop you looking like a carcass.
She even said
she knew me and blah blah blah blah blah blah
blah.
And we talked about our parents and blah blah
blah blah blah blah blah.
And how we fell off of the same horse and blah
blah blah blah blah blah.
And we talked about our bodies. In a river.
Then you realized
the rivers name and source.
Then I said goodbye and nothing more.
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Recovering sunlight.
Stealing back heat from it's forger;
Drawing back order in neat little lines and
Pinning the pieces of dawn to the world.
Tying the arrows of time to all things
Still in the running.
Still in the wings of existence, humming along:
"I am coming. I am coming.
But I might be just a little too far gone."
Give us guilt,
it is the only milk for thought.
- Hey man, your
head seems pretty small for an inventor.
You must be like a blacksmith: Just a sifter and
a melter and a
Merger of old things now made hot.
Unknotted and battered and morphed to a mirror
that
Flatters you more.
Alchemy's the poor man's art.
Bring a landslide
Lord.
To wash away the surface of the world
and to bury all the bad things.
Like in children's stories - there are bad things.
And we bury them forever.
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He stood like
a stone with a storm like a scarf, round a face
he wore like a mask. As
Basking and bathing in glory he lay, clasping
Air with the claws of his mind,
T'was weary and wary of truths buried deep,
Steeped in the bowels of your pride.
"It's warm" you once said "where
the dead flowers grow". I know. I go there.
Love is the only
truth, like light.
Let truth move out of you like light.
The jester, he
blessed her and guessed at her age, while You
dressed her in rage and desire.
Then wired her up to your context and writhed,
and you Cried for her sex and sedition.
The art in the eye of the harlot survives as a
Sliver of God for your soul.
So little is known of your love or your lover,
she Shimmers above your seduction.
Love is the only
truth, like light.
Let truth move out of you like light.
In death there's growth and understandably,
There is no sufferance in surrender.
Don't fear the other - his claws or his cage.
His rage is your rapture.
Capture this light ‘fore it sinks beneath
the
Mountains bathed in blood.
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The eagle has
landed, has
Branded itself the new emperor ... and it's
Beak is so vast and so vile that it can't hide
the
Smile that it casts like a creek through that
rag on a
Rope, up a mast, that they've got up their arse,
that they,
Hope is a flag but it's not, so they grasp for
some
God, but He's dead or asleep, so instead they
just
Grope at their guns, and they
Hop and they
skip and they jump and they run and they
Leap to the edges of madness, and stop. At the
Ridges they wait, they throw bait to the wind
and they
Wind themselves up and get hungry for something
to
Happen. The eagle, you see, needs a weapon, a
Web round it's nest to prevent all the sun and
the
Flies getting through that might alter the hue
of it's
White, flightless son. Who
Can't lift a
finger without some machine like a trigger. The
Dragon however, and Bear disapprove, and they
Whisper and move to get nasty.
Both of them thirsty for power - they're cranking
up
Louder that song on the box with some guy going
On about not having nothing and not having
Nothing to loose. But
Nero's new bathroom
in Washington don't have no
Windows. It's sound-proof and Nero is napping.
The Bear now
is snapping his teeth and rapping his
Thumbs on a sickle of pride - there's a trickle
of
Blood running still from the wound in his side
in the
Shape of a star and he bellows and barks out for
Something like order. Or Honour. Or trust. But
the
Bird's got its
head in some
Bush, and it cushions its ears ...
so it just doesn't hear shit.
Near it the Dragon
lies coiled and curious,
Oiled with furious cunning.
Running her ruby red tongue in vexed little circles,
Among her porcelain teeth.
Inside her a
billion babies there wait to be born.
Will George be sat mourning the
Rangers while round him the White house turns
red?
Ah ... but the
dangers can
Wait ‘till he's done with his pancakes and
eggs.
His good brother
Jeb cooked it
Up real good and real glossy ... well my brother
Ned - he is only sixteen but he's wiser than
All of your possy and cleaner than all of your
Knights in their nappies, with
Sight-seeing maps which they
Bought because soon, well, they really
Ought to find chivalry.
Didn't you say
that the moon was the only such compass?
Yes. But I think I was lying ... they
Grow it in Texas these days.
Hurry up boys,
they're invading through Mexico,
Get to the borders, quick! Get to the Texaco
Stations and wait, for the truckloads to mosey
on through ...
Then shoot the shit outta them.
They're giving
out pills to the goons with the gold to
Prevent them from getting too old ... too abruptly.
The
World should take Ned for example,
I do, and I've ample room for unrest in such resource.
Ha! The
Lion of British nobility, more like a
Kitten you see, she just tries to be cute with
everyone. And
Everyone get's rather pissed with opinion-less
pissheads. So the
Bird and the Bear and the Lizard, they twist like
a
Blizzard and turn upon me in my Lion suit,
Mute in my wizards hat.
Trying to change or explain this or that.
Feeding my hospice
of hope with another new joke ...
Every second I'm sat here. Is it
All just another false warning? Another fat
Fanciful wish of mine seeking admission to
History's awning and binding me there ... where
If you go looking
my name you'll be finding in
Book number ten of the honourable dead. You
Said that the very front line seemed somewhat
un-
Worthy of a life like mine own, funny then that
It should be me who is crying out loud, for per-
mission to be or be given death.
There in my dreams
I lie shaking, trying as
Hard as I can to take life from the rest of this
Can full of worms (that I love) and I burn in
my
Sleep and I mumble a prayer and I wake.
One day we will
Take it in turns to admit and to then be admitted,
into His arms. But my
Mother's fair name is the one that will float
from my
lips as I fade ... and eclipse beyond nothing.
[to read this in the Bishop's 2006 illuminated manuscript, CLICK HERE]
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The veneer has
been varnished,
Our hope has been harnessed and
Hung to blow on the gallows.
In the shallows of bliss where we
Kissed without mercy, so
Salty and thirsty for sin.
Oh man don't
open the gates and he'll never get in,
Thin man. Why wish for a sun that is wrinkled
and white,
And your tight man, your fate's up for sale and
its your turn to bid,
Don't even think it, don't open your heart and
you'll never get hit.
You are too dumb
for words,
You are too numb for lust, you are
Too young for aged desire.
You are too young for her, far
Too fun to trust ... you are
Too wet to let near our fire.
Tired man, don't
open your eyes and you'll never grow old,
Old man don't live in the light of a sun that's
run cold.
Cold man, don't sleep for the dreams that you
daren't understand,
Don't question why just don't open your eyes and
you'll never go blind.
Deep within the
storm find calm, find solace in your arms.
When days of soft decay and sweet corrosion were
my dreams.
And all the world was still of all it's agony
and smiled.
For just a moment. Just a little.
Entombed man, open your eyes or you'll never see
light
and decay man, what good is a fist if there's
no one to fight
but yourself man, you're stooped in the Gulf of
your own stupid mind
and you find man ...
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Anno
Make me wine
from hemlock and heady eyes.
Give me prayer, for I was your heresy.
Give me cause and I will affect for thee.
Feel you swell and surge in my memory.
Let you grow.
Let you bring me low low low low.
Burning almonds
laced all throughout my dreams.
Scars and teeth marks - artwork upon my pride.
Lay your dead behind and beyond your world.
Where's the hour you owe me?
Descend my love.
And throw me low low low low.
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I saw from this
place at the foot of my grave I gave myself in
awe to childish hope and promise.
The tomb it was dug by those whom you know and
love and trust.
There's just room enough to put you in.
And you fear
that you lust and you know what you love must
be clean.
And you fear what you seen, what you touched,
what you've been. And I'm touched.
I'm not naming anyone at all.
I'm soon to return, there's soon
to be fire in my veins again. I'm almost home.
I'm almost ready.
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Sore neck, light
in sleep:
I daren't inhale you always reek of
Success. Polyethylene glow.
Busted rails inhibit love
And I hope you get to kill some day.
The lady of the
law has called my name.
I'd confess but I can't reach her withered arm
of justice.
Don't rouse,
douse your shame in paraffin and methylated truth.
Disinfectants damage fabric.
Colours fade with ultraviolet rays.
Ultraviolence.
Ultraviolence. Ultraviolence.
Ultra violent in your stupid smile and solemn
brow.
You'll lose your stability some day soon.
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There's blood
giving heat.
Blood on the blue light beats like his heart.
That now is heard no more.
There's a smell like pieces of glass -
Still in the sharp air.
Shards of me
move together in a shape like a shadow or ghost.
We're mostly
dead anyway.
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