Sunday, 5 February 2017

THE ZOID LAB



Rays guide a queen to realms of pangs
The zero witch mocks; her words bring trance.
MEM labs core Deva; iron screws grip steel
that forms a Zoid when bones are mashed.
As cryo pods numb the souls of grace
Mal shrieks and chants to rouse dead fires.
The Robo slave fumes; her one eye whirls
God's earth is racked; men serve Zoid law.

MEM: Man Eradication Machine

Wednesday, 7 December 2016

The Aspergerational Poet


Here is a link to my poetry video The Aspergerational Poet which promotes my poetry collection, Lyrical Musings.

https://youtu.be/y36_VnytG-8

Saturday, 7 May 2016

WHEN MAGIC DESCENDS (PART 2)

In trance I hail a son of light
Woe stings my lord; the fire deer quake.
Vile, grey men seize his box long prized
to drift in time and rouse The Beast.
Zel gilds iron horns with ten sky jewels
a red beam scalds fair tribes of grace
runes blaze on hearts bound fast in coves
A wolf pack snarls; it rends the saint.
Blood spurts on fiends who melt and froth
Wan elves cast herbs; the marred box glints.
God's pure lamb soars; a fairy choir guides
the orb of dusk to weave his cross
Hymns fade wet pulp and holy scent wafts.






Monday, 14 September 2015

WHEN MAGIC DESCENDS (PART 1)


In trance I hail a son of light
Woe stings my lord; the fire deer quake.
Vile, grey men seize his box long prized
to drift in time and rouse The Beast.
Zel gilds iron horns with ten sky jewels
a red beam scalds fair tribes of grace
runes blaze on hearts bound fast in coves
A wolf pack snarls; it rends the saint.



Thursday, 6 August 2015

ELDERS OF THE LIGHT

A ruby lord bows; his gilt cross whirs
to guide his realm that dwells in skies.
Mares part grey cloud; spires drift on wings
Man hails deep trance as domes kiss earth
and tribes of power choose hearts for light.
The holy sage carves a globe from pines
it pours rare salt by work of nymphs
who cure old pangs with dark, sweet grains.
A dog rose bleeds; thorns fall on palms
to aid the meek who face red storms.



Sunday, 8 March 2015

THE TREE WITCH


A tree witch stalks; her eyes fire worms
her green robe whips the moon and stars.
Pale sacs bear eggs that bind to flesh
Fauns raise pink orbs; a dead prince wakes.
Mauve oil rots fiends; numb slaves breathe light
wargs howl and pounce; a blood king twists
pure souls of God who scorned his guile.
Fumes choke the sage; he falls to crones
Dark songs rend grace; and holy power drains.

Tuesday, 2 December 2014

HALLOWED GROUND


The man of doom is racked by tears
His dark soul rots; a grey horde prowls.
Five halos beam red to purge iron guilt
moans rip bare woods; St Aegle chants hymns.
A fire sword melts; the orc tribes kneel
and pledge to serve one king of light.
Vile forms rise pure; God tends young faith
A holy dove speaks; his grand court smiles.