Friction of Lust
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Friction of Lust
Golden architecture glistning and bronzing in the sun
whilst the soul tears asunder
and the voice sounds like thunder
the corinths are blazing in the younder
and the sweet music of emotion tears the heart like gut
and you realise the rut, the rut
that you wander alone
and see the piss in the sea
and the mask coming off thee
Born again and born again
the crooks do offer
and try and steal your last of the coffer
and vampire your soul for themselves
Could you distinguish the fairies from the elves?
and the unicorn had white, white acralyic hair
and the puppet did stutter, did stutter and stare
at the constillation close to the bear, close to the bear
and the angels did not have wigs, did not have wigs
I could tell from their pubic, their pubic locks
and the faults they were ditched and melted to the cross
and the little matter of time and space
grey matter, grey matter got locked in an embrace
entwined and embittered in the pure human face
they wandered and wandered like the soul of the dead
and kneaded like dough in the farce of the bread
and 5000 will do penance with you, and the preach
the parable , the parable of the outreach
and the magick and the magick from the great beast
lay dying in squalor beside a sussex beach
your soul it did twiddle and futter, out of reach
sleeping prophets will the future empeach
and the small matter of turning to dust
it was fuelled, it was fuelled by the friction of lust
Love to all the Board................Georges
whilst the soul tears asunder
and the voice sounds like thunder
the corinths are blazing in the younder
and the sweet music of emotion tears the heart like gut
and you realise the rut, the rut
that you wander alone
and see the piss in the sea
and the mask coming off thee
Born again and born again
the crooks do offer
and try and steal your last of the coffer
and vampire your soul for themselves
Could you distinguish the fairies from the elves?
and the unicorn had white, white acralyic hair
and the puppet did stutter, did stutter and stare
at the constillation close to the bear, close to the bear
and the angels did not have wigs, did not have wigs
I could tell from their pubic, their pubic locks
and the faults they were ditched and melted to the cross
and the little matter of time and space
grey matter, grey matter got locked in an embrace
entwined and embittered in the pure human face
they wandered and wandered like the soul of the dead
and kneaded like dough in the farce of the bread
and 5000 will do penance with you, and the preach
the parable , the parable of the outreach
and the magick and the magick from the great beast
lay dying in squalor beside a sussex beach
your soul it did twiddle and futter, out of reach
sleeping prophets will the future empeach
and the small matter of turning to dust
it was fuelled, it was fuelled by the friction of lust
Love to all the Board................Georges
Last edited by George.Wright on Sun Jul 27, 2003 10:30 am, edited 1 time in total.
I am a right bad ass, dankish prince and I love my Violet to bits.
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Love to all the board, yes, I'm with you.
Many thanks to you, Georges, who once again showed your great richness in mind and vision.
Our visions and our styles might be different, but I admire your ways, and maybe we share a lot more than our different approaches may show. (I never could "distinguish the fairies from the elves", dear fellow "lousy little poet"...)
Tom
Many thanks to you, Georges, who once again showed your great richness in mind and vision.
Our visions and our styles might be different, but I admire your ways, and maybe we share a lot more than our different approaches may show. (I never could "distinguish the fairies from the elves", dear fellow "lousy little poet"...)
Tom
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stunned? well,i could say i`m a bit stunned too,but this is just the usual effect of georges poems
they`re always so good and sophisticated,that they just make me think about them even a long time after i`ve read them...so...
anyway-great job again!
like it a lot....

anyway-great job again!
like it a lot....
a tear is like a magnet- it always makes another tear to follow 

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Hello George. I still find that your prose/poems tend to have an unusual effect on me when reading them. Quite often I get strong imagery in my mind's eye. Your words create a splash of colour in my mind and I would not be surprised if you produce stunning abstract pieces. I might be completely wrong, but that is how I feel about your written word.
It is impossible to quickly scan read or ignore the work you give us. Many thanks. Byron 'sends his regards'. I know I have repeated this response but It still holds true. Once again. Thank you.
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It is impossible to quickly scan read or ignore the work you give us. Many thanks. Byron 'sends his regards'. I know I have repeated this response but It still holds true. Once again. Thank you.
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