A question my friends And perhaps later I will share My Guitar with you My question in quite simple Do you when looking at the work Of Nicholas Hawksmoor Think of the Cosmos Do you think of God Do you think of the Mysteries of the Infinite I certainly do But am I alone

If I had any advice for you It would be to always Slaughter the Monsters Accept your survival instinct Act first then ask questions later But above all do not Ever regret your actions As evil does quite clearly exist Only the blind will dispute this

If you open your eyes You will only see doors Some are locked Some are open access free This worries me a great deal As the herd will take The well lit paths As they appear safer This is totally false Do not believe the lies Always break down The locked doors As the light…

I was standing on a high promenade earlier today When an angel asked me a question About the origins of the light That so illuminated the sea

What do you think of the new station Pearl It is rather grand in a plain sort of way But why it was built in the middle of cornfield beats me That is because it is a parkway station What is a parkway station Caleb I cannot say that I know Pearl Caleb Thank you…

I was interviewed by a BBC journalist yesterday It was not something I enjoyed as I am rather modest Whilst I answering his banal questions I found myself looking into the grey sky As I was stargazing again I always do this when I am embarrassed

In my dreams I am standing Naked in a swimming pool Under a generous summer sun I reality I am waiting for a bus Under plate grey skies It is raining once again And the wind is turning cool This is an erotic poem about the weather

You think that because you have seen me naked That you know me Inside and out That is completely untrue As the only geography of me That you know well Is the property of my sister You know nothing else of me

You think that because you have seen me naked That you know me Inside and out That is completely untrue As the only geography of me That you know well Is my surface You know nothing else of me

One of the great things about committing suicide Are the endless choices one has at their disposal Pills guns bridges trains sharp knives and so much more After a close consideration I chose a local cliff It is in an area of outstanding natural beauty Which would ensure that my last seconds Before the searing…