Hell Bound

(Sept. 7, 2009)

Ring around the gates of Hell's

Pockets full of gun shells

Lashes Lashes

We all burn down


 

Some Where

Some where in the dark quiet

Where my weakness lies

The gilded red satin flows

And a tarnished steel blade rests

A silver coin for the boatman

On a wooden raft I go across

Swiftly through an endless black sea

Embraced by the God of Death

Welcomed to His hallowed halls

A lost girl, I am no longer

For I have found my home

Some where in the dark quiet

Hurry Home Dear Papa

(circa 2006)

Hurry home dear Papa
The sheep are out wandering
And the garden needs tending
The hearth fire needs stoking
And the elements need evoking

Hurry home dear Papa
There are rituals to be writing
And Sabbat songs to be singing
There are lips that need kissing
And skyclad pagans to be greeting

Hurry home dear Papa
The full moon is brightly shining
And the patchouli incenses is burning
The whole lot of us are here waiting
And Black Candles need drinking

Hurry home dear Papa

nothing more, nothing less

(7-10-04)

you really like being disconnected
no ties, no responsibility
no plan, no association
forgive me because I got
so close that I became comfortable
and started to relax and be myself
I was misinformed by your actions
because it seemed we had
a connection between us
all you had to do was
speak up, talk to me
I don't need to be placated
by anyone, least of all by you
all I ever asked for
was honesty between us
nothing more, nothing less

Conversations With Love Songs

(7-7-04)

• love is like oxygen
• all you need is love
• you light up my life
• you were made for me
• i've had the time of my life
• you're my soul and my life's inspiration
• i got you babe
• i would do anything for love
• how wonderful life is, now you're in the world

p.s. you can leave your hat on