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Don't Sell your Soul

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For my friend Ray, I hope you haven't.

 

Don't Sell Your Soul

 

I told him not to sell his soul 

That it would be unwise

The devil cheets and always wins

The end is your demise.

I told him not to sell his soul

It would be careless and askew

Satan laughs at all the fools who follow at his shoe.

I told him not to sell his soul

That he would never get it back

To...

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Everyday Ritual

Pins and needles,
Trickling down my spine,
These thoughts that I have,
Are always on my mind,
In a dark room,
The walls are closing in,
Feeling all alone,
In a world full of sin,
These demons play games,
They fuck with my head,
They tell me to get high,
I Just pray instead,
Life and death,
Isn't what I fear,
Its the thoughts of my loved ones,
That bring me to tears,
Pain and misery...

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The Siren

In silence

She stole his soul

In love

He gave his heart

What took him from his course

What gentle zephyr force

What brought him to the isle

What beauty did beguile

In silence

She sought his mind

In sorrow

He felt her tears

What held him to his aim

What subtle noble flame

What kept him on his deck

What held his lust in check

In silence

She tempted ...

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Shore leave

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Shinjuku’s finest altars

are raised in labyrinth’s of sin,  

where footsteps rarely falter

if the geisha’s bid you in. 

 

Through red and black clad

tunnelled walls,

which draw the snared 

to secret stalls.

 

Where, 

sirens bask on painted rocks,

to shipwreck those 

temptation mocks.

 

And split their hulls 

with iceberg skin,

to plunder treasure

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Blood Moon

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Blood Moon

“Sweet Katarina, dance for me”,
said the man with the black balloon,
whose face looked rather like a wolf
if glanced in the back of a spoon -
and for each dance she did for him
he would pass her another string
with a midnight helium ball
tied on to its end with a ring.

She danced until her little hands
were full of the magical twine
and the villagers all agreed
they’d ne...

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