Through valleys ever dark
Sleep poor lonely folk
Wake up to frosted leaves
The season of Christmas
Minus charity and goodwill
Down the misty lane
Where devils wood bines grew
Winds of empty thoughts blow
Shadows of stars the night gone glow
Where friends have gone once walked
The eternal truth beckons their minds
That once imagined gods now all gone
Sunset bleeds the days end,
Loveless dusty roads cry Babylon.
Cold shivers awaken the eve,
this empty godless little planet,
Dancing mirages. Reality
Nothing but a hollow beauty.
Ashes of honey scented words.
As we pant after useless affects.
Loyalty and feelings gutted.
Promises dead, echoes of infernal hell.
Any god will do
in this eternal babble.
Emotions drowned by wanton’s laughter
Spirits flash to and fro.
Empty dreams, limbo and purgatory
Hypocrisy destroys loving feelings
Clambering words after words
Life after life, citadels of boredom…
Better the desert than cold marble palaces Night stars alive with hopes and no false prophets.
An occasional glimpse of nirvana and the woman of the night
with her stars singing and dancing.
Like the shadows in the wind
the words are in the storm.…..
Sweet young girl holding tears in shaded glass
Deception in a cup for a bleak mass
Tears and sadness on Belladonna road.
Her hellish screams in some biblical code
Out of cruel shame she watched the red sunset
With the memories of strangers she met
One sweet smile for her child with her last breath
Those white lilies sing of a tune of death
Belladonna knew lies and what is true
With her betrayed heart and sad tears of dew.