The Shouting Cave

Avatar

This open sphere, 

This cathedral of air and yet we’re so near,

Huddled in fear,

Your lonely view,

When rustling eyes just won’t fall on you

Is it just you?

 

It’s you, 

So  show you’re beautiful,

That you’re some sort of superhero,

 

You broke the standing stones, 

To show off your strength to the gathered hoard, 

Always for the cause, 

In your Avatar, 

You are the hope of a fading fire, 

Always desired,

So show your heart is full, 

That you’re some sort of superhero,

 

You were a sweet girl, 

But the looking glass pulled you inside out,

Where dark things sprout,

And little lies, 

Blew like a gale till they stung our eyes, 

But in time, 

In Time,

You’ll find no need to show, 

That you’re some sort of superhero,

That you’re some sort of superhero.


Havoc

A girl of the aether,

As tender as her age,

Fell for a fake boy,

Who in earthlessness was staged,

She spoke once of her care,

Even threw it to the air,

That’s when they came for her,

 

They came guns a blazing,

To put her in her place,

Cry Havoc! Break her,

Burn every trace,

The dogs were at her heals,

And silently she yields,

That’s how they left her,

And she never saw a face,

 

Pulled back to the real world,

The story doesn’t end,

Some lost lonely girl,

For herself must fend,

Hungry for innocence,

In a never-ending lent,

That’s where we leave her,

Maybe that’s where we end.


A Hymn to Our Quickening

This breathing premonition,

This prison of the mind,

Is our wants and freedom,

Hard fought and canonised,

 

A deathly hush around,

Our screaming mouths

 

The vultures they were launching,

To assume the sign,

They were chanting solemn hymns,

To our quickening of our line,

 

A deathly hush around the night,

We cry with hindsight,

What was is this,

This easy lie?

 

This clamour for attention,

From the deity of mobs,

Showed our basest nature,

To look inward evermore,

 

A deathly hush around,

A deathly hush around,

A deathly hush around,

Our screaming mouths.


Animals

Take me to Medusa’s lair,

Take me to where you found your flair,

Take me to where I can breath the air,

Take me to where young lovers dare to dare,

 

No time to look in all we cause,

We are just animals,

Ideas are soft and we are coarse,

We are just animals,

 

Take me to speak with your lord,

Take me away to the glorious north,

Take me to sail on a whim’s course,

And leave me in strange undiscovered chords,

 

 No time to look in all we cause,

We are just animals,

Ideas are soft and we are coarse,

We are just animals,


Falling Lives

The girl is crying gently, shaking head to toe,

But her mind is running empty and now we have a show

 

The quivering observer, venerates alone,

Laps up her defilement and freezes to the bone,

 

And both sides are falling lives,

The human cost, is always lost,

 

Dark demonic dances, Slowly gather pace,

As the brutes come in numbers, to see to his slave,

 

Now first light is breaking, parts long lingered haze,

And there is nothing burning, yearning here, in this simple place,

 

And both sides are falling lives,

The human cost, is always lost,

 

One last girl believing, in him to come around,

But then it comes to touch her, and then the lights go out.


Evil Man

Every single time, I’m found I seem to find,

Some hallowed dumping ground for my love to go down into,

So open up these wounds, as these feeling they just won’t do,

Don’t you see you’re making a scene, with these wild claims of meaning,

 

But is love not love wherever it lands?

I know where we’ve chosen to stand,

But does division make an evil man?

 

This thing twice conceived, conspired to betray me,

Its trick is to feels so sweet, when it’s a hateful fever heat

So temper, turn or tame, this heady loving flame

When I am head haunted, to be all she wanted,

 

But is love not love wherever it lands?

I know where we’ve chosen to stand,

But does division make an evil man?


Witches

Make us up and mate with luck,

Walk with false poetry,

A billion dull eyes lap up our guise,

To kill their empty time,

 

We’ll disconnect, their hearts from their heads,

And cast aside the spoils,

 

Awash with their gaze, a surging wave,

Swells our veil of beauty,

The die is cast, this spell will last,

Until our purpose won,

 

We’ll feed them disgrace,

They’ll imitate ,

And cry for more,

Murderous Lust,

To be like us,

Will break them all,

 

All hail these fools, their moral rules,

Long since ruin and rag,

 

We’ll disconnect, their hearts from their heads,

And oh the fun we’ll have,

 

Now their love seems an uneasy dream,

Thankfully forgot,

 

We’ll disconnect, their hearts from their heads,

And define this age of man,


The Human Isle

Our hopes distilled,

To toilet water which fills the void,

A sea To float our dreams,

 

War-broken bones,

The founding stones of the pure isle,

Green roots grow fast,

But light shows them quick to pass,

And soon on the waves dances their last, life to ash,

 

Petty dreams,

To be the end no matter the means,

On Olympian Rocks,

We crown ourselves gods,

Playing thunder and desire, unto the pyre,

 

Here is our mirror,

Watch ever this sea,


Things Grow

Things grow,

Things grow legs and run wild.