britanny spears was
going through rough waters and the
news was all over her

this stupid thing, that
all her mistakes, her madness
reporting her every move

where is she now...once
the cawing and crowing of
the vultures is over

aren't people who find
virtue quite a bit boring
who whipe their lives up

and who don't end them
to end the endless talk
which is frustrating

and turns a man evil
and loaded and isolated
and cold and wanting to

just taste blood to
shut up a few because
they're too afraid to speak

once they run down his
lips, full and flavourfull
and devoured themselves

evil isn't it, but it
is a vampire like existence
to point out the bad

and so forth, I know
it well

crowley was in a rut
telling me i am in one
makes me more Satanic

I don't want to be
Satanic, ever, so if that
means leaving here

then, here i leave it
the old dust on the shoes
routine, whipe whipe

maybe I should just
mind my own business and say
forget this and leave

the writing to the egomaniacs
of the world and take up
stock broking

but all the egomaniacs
are on wall street

anger reaction provoke
other reactions, and the usual
silence follows

when will I leave this
damned website and it's secular humanists
to their own pretentions

oil and water
go play on The Real World
and buck for the camera

you bloody people

playing ping pong with
God and Satan, you acting as paddles
this ain't table tennis

this is my life, not
yours, lash out, get lashed out back at
game 13-666 love

twists and bends...don't make
me re-write naked lunch
maybe this is a cry from hell

a cry for help god damn it

to see the couple
in love? wasn't that what crowley
tried to find in his

Red Whore of Babylon
only finding heroin and
anti-Buddha in the end?

if I told you about
your own lives would you not
proclaim bullshit, and

lash out with your own
answers? what the hell do you know?
I don't know you

your lives, good or bad
are you whores, addicts?
where's the bleeding redemption?

are people so spiritually
unaware redemption is too advanced an idea?

wait till I put billy
graham and charles manson in the
same haiku, just did

crowley was tragic
faith replaced by magick and
I've seen what it does

reducing life to a
black hole, a dead center
denying the Lord

for the Self, we aren't
one in that case, but this
is the life of Hell

when fashion replaced
faith, certain symbols were cool
and life got shallower

it becomes a prison
not a rock against the rains
but alcatraz

they rebel to get
out of parent's strict faith which
is not faith, but works

look, I know crowley
died fat and addicted for
he's a warning, he

was a son in strict
rebellion against dad's faith
thanks a lot for not

understanding again
I appreciate the usual
I get it here a lot...

One more dance, i'm lost
My heart is hers. I'm in love
All consuming love

We're in unison
Like making love without the sex
We move as if one

I lead she follows
We move to tango music
Lost in the dancing

Her face close to mine
Her warm cheek on mine
Her arms around me

She moves towards me
I take her into my arms
She fits like a glove

The curve of her back
Smooth soft warm smell of woman
An invite for love

it learned a new trick
bringing in leash and collars
make humans walk out

I absorb the way
life looks through your artist's eyes
when I am near you.

Eyes as wide as moons
reflect the light they take in
until they can glow.

My senses explode
whenever he is around.
Such intensity!

wishing you would hurt
just a little in return
is how i waste time

Here you are bs
The museum of witchcraft
Go enjoy yourself

You must visit to
Boscastle Cornwall
Info on Crowley

Recordings of him
There's most of his
working tools
He died a madman

It means that I am
withdrawn and easily crushed,
but adaptable.

well if snail means you
know, taking your time, well that
patience thing, works welll

some say the self is
the will...crowley was the beast
666, but eh....

Do you go by "Lush"
because of the music group?
Do you like their songs?

smiles in framed photos
preserve moments; most of which
never existed

beauty in few words
images drawn from pixels
sight out of nothing

What kind of super
heroine would I be if
I could change my name?

migrane chick sounds
like a superheroine
name, maybe brainstormed?

Zombies don't despair
They only wander around
bugs nesting in hair

Vince, I like your style.
Sometimes you write things that give
me happy goosebumps.

humming made up songs
infant nestled in her arms
wanting nothing else

I am glad that I had
a chance to live and see God's
lovely creation.

the mind wants to die
while the body sputters on
who made this machine?

We walked along cliffs
overlooking the ocean
with birds beneath us.

Romance exists in
comedies and in our heads.
Rarely is it real.

scratches head, but like me
we all come back to that
which is familiar

to sound hallmark card-
ish and using lots of words
that end in -tion...shun

to be all consumed
by love and the downfall of
subconcious dreamers

when people get used
to something, it doesn't hit
hard so much, ne-more

I woke up to thoughts
of his body pressing so
gently against mine.

my cousin tells lies
you look the same now as then
twenty years past

some things never change
and that can be a good thing
or it can be bad

digits flit, encrypt
easily deciphered shit
surface inhibits

donut glaze encased
i flee sucrose yet submit
and lie, comatose