Roughly as poetic as a bag of smashed arseholes.







Scribble back.


Sunday, 22 August 2010

2. Milo

To see such milk-cream skin in stone of


Fire and blood and serendipity

From a land of thunder and silence to be revealed –

The eternal twilight of a flawless skin

In such moments are men snapped and concealed

To test the stillness of Milo, She appeared

Saturday, 21 August 2010

5. To those of us with too much time on our hands

Two great halls, stood


As bare-knuckle boxers in the ring

Overlooking a land of lush-greenery

A shadow cast on by mortal hand

Decades have spent, and Chaos rolls on

As dislike has grown to a feud unending

Two mad men in their houses of blind hate

Warped and consumed by Fortune neglecting

Never has such a testament been seen

To the power of ivy-ash ignorance

Of each other, their people and their dominance

As the two halls usurped by two twin brothers