A language of silence where words mean nothing and are best left unspoken.
A language of the forgotten
Fire is not a gift from the Gods it is a curse from the lost souls of sky
Fire is not a gift it is a curse from the spawn of hatred
We birth reptilian clouds of hatred in so many ways of every day and in every way
Are we a Promethean poison that spreads like diseased rains from the eyes of hallucinatory bat winged angels?
Their long hair flowing in the wind in waves of amber and gold.
Halos of silver and bronze spin above their heads.
A language that we must never forget falls drunkenly from sensual paintings of lips swollen with beauty
We are framed by the silence of language and the words of emptiness
When language loses all meaning so do we all.

 

 

I’ve been ever so naughty so stuck up and haughty
Punish me oh punish me
beat me beat me mistreat me cleat me feet me defeat me!
Give me a whack, make me sit on the sharpest tack
Give me a slap that will make me stand up and clap
Oh please wear high heels and smack me with banana peels
Take me to an S & M preacher I want you to be my saucy teacher
Give me what I deserve
Show me your learning curve
Give me a slap on the wrist followed by a pleasant kiss from your fist
I love to sniff your leather as you thrash me with a feather
We could get engaged if you kept me caged
I only let you play doctor because getting shots gives me the hots
Whips and chains are what I need
Hurt me I plead and plead
I’m going to get down on my knees so you can beat me with a hunk of cheese
You’ve heard it on the grapevine I’ve been naughty online
Slap me with a ham then hit me with Spam
So give me a spanking and make me do your online banking