Friday 29 March 2019

Day of Fire




I lost my light amid the bombs
Mage cove lay torn, afire and red.
A sun prince wailed, I saw bones rot
Dark steel fangs dined on pulp of kings.
The foul Zorg rose as fake man tribes

to scourge a realm God won for truth.

Thursday 14 March 2019

Project Zorg



Maux hack deep thought; King Ni sweats blood
Rays burn a code on heart and brow.
The Nool swipe keys; Rex tongue is Mor
Iron tail fangs pound; a bomb hulk rears.
Huge dart paws fire; cone heads brim gas
The Zorg fiend snarls: “I crave man flesh!”

Sunday 5 February 2017

THE ZOID LAB



Rays guide a queen to realms of pangs
The zero witch mocks; her words bring trance.
MEM labs core Deva; iron screws grip steel
that forms a Zoid when bones are mashed.
As cryo pods numb the souls of grace
Mal shrieks and chants to rouse dead fires.
The Robo slave fumes; her one eye whirls
God's earth is racked; men serve Zoid law.

MEM: Man Eradication Machine

Wednesday 7 December 2016

The Aspergerational Poet


Here is a link to my poetry video The Aspergerational Poet which promotes my poetry collection, Lyrical Musings.

https://youtu.be/y36_VnytG-8

Saturday 7 May 2016

WHEN MAGIC DESCENDS (PART 2)

In trance I hail a son of light
Woe stings my lord; the fire deer quake.
Vile, grey men seize his box long prized
to drift in time and rouse The Beast.
Zel gilds iron horns with ten sky jewels
a red beam scalds fair tribes of grace
runes blaze on hearts bound fast in coves
A wolf pack snarls; it rends the saint.
Blood spurts on fiends who melt and froth
Wan elves cast herbs; the marred box glints.
God's pure lamb soars; a fairy choir guides
the orb of dusk to weave his cross
Hymns fade wet pulp and holy scent wafts.






Monday 14 September 2015

WHEN MAGIC DESCENDS (PART 1)


In trance I hail a son of light
Woe stings my lord; the fire deer quake.
Vile, grey men seize his box long prized
to drift in time and rouse The Beast.
Zel gilds iron horns with ten sky jewels
a red beam scalds fair tribes of grace
runes blaze on hearts bound fast in coves
A wolf pack snarls; it rends the saint.



Thursday 6 August 2015

ELDERS OF THE LIGHT

A ruby lord bows; his gilt cross whirs
to guide his realm that dwells in skies.
Mares part grey cloud; spires drift on wings
Man hails deep trance as domes kiss earth
and tribes of power choose hearts for light.
The holy sage carves a globe from pines
it pours rare salt by work of nymphs
who cure old pangs with dark, sweet grains.
A dog rose bleeds; thorns fall on palms
to aid the meek who face red storms.