Thursday, 17 January 2013
New Song set to rule the world
Coming soon - New song from Larkhill and Clarabelle - Chillout by Phenacite. Keep your eyes open for its release and I'll let you know when we have it available to download.
Wednesday, 12 December 2012
Poem of the Week
Xmas Memories
The memories of xmas
Of a loved that passed away
Blew my mind in pieces, when I saw you today.
You were my lover my lover of the past.
Every time I looked at you I thought our love would last.
I remember the good times embracing in the snow
making love on the frosted leaves beneath the moon light glow
You were my lover my lover of the past.
Every time I looked at you I thought our love would last.
Where did it go wrong ?
How did we drift apart ?
Why don't I remember the day you broke my heart.
You were my lover my lover of the past.
Every time I looked at you I thought our love would last.
Now the snow has melted I cannot wash away
the memory of your touch and the joy of our play
You were my lover my lover of the past.
Every time I looked at you I thought our love would last.
I thought I was cured by the time that passed me by
but now I've seen your vision I know my love won't die
You were my lover my lover of the past.
Every time I looked at you I thought our love would last.
Come back to me my angel.
Come back to me today.
For I can't live in solitude
I cannot live this way.
You were my lover my lover of the past.
Every time I looked at you I thought our love would last
Yes you were my lover my lover from the past.
The memories of xmas
Of a loved that passed away
Blew my mind in pieces, when I saw you today.
You were my lover my lover of the past.
Every time I looked at you I thought our love would last.
I remember the good times embracing in the snow
making love on the frosted leaves beneath the moon light glow
You were my lover my lover of the past.
Every time I looked at you I thought our love would last.
Where did it go wrong ?
How did we drift apart ?
Why don't I remember the day you broke my heart.
You were my lover my lover of the past.
Every time I looked at you I thought our love would last.
Now the snow has melted I cannot wash away
the memory of your touch and the joy of our play
You were my lover my lover of the past.
Every time I looked at you I thought our love would last.
I thought I was cured by the time that passed me by
but now I've seen your vision I know my love won't die
You were my lover my lover of the past.
Every time I looked at you I thought our love would last.
Come back to me my angel.
Come back to me today.
For I can't live in solitude
I cannot live this way.
You were my lover my lover of the past.
Every time I looked at you I thought our love would last
Yes you were my lover my lover from the past.
Thursday, 22 November 2012
Poem of the Week
Cherub
Day dream with me my cherub.
Let your angel dust cover my morning blues
and renew my longing for your touch.
Let me respond to the attentive spirit
that you portray as you hold my pent up lust
in your spellbound power.
Feather touch my pulsating breast
down to the waiting nest.
Moistened by your amorous words.
Engrossed in your deep sensual stare
I wash away life's tormenting cares.
I am naked and aware that you have seduced my soul
and laid me bare.
Make me yours in every way.
Devour and scratch your waiting prey.
Dominate and control the situation
that I present until we are spent
In our glowing hearts
we will become,'content'.
Day dream with me my cherub.
Let your angel dust cover my morning blues
and renew my longing for your touch.
Let me respond to the attentive spirit
that you portray as you hold my pent up lust
in your spellbound power.
Feather touch my pulsating breast
down to the waiting nest.
Moistened by your amorous words.
Engrossed in your deep sensual stare
I wash away life's tormenting cares.
I am naked and aware that you have seduced my soul
and laid me bare.
Make me yours in every way.
Devour and scratch your waiting prey.
Dominate and control the situation
that I present until we are spent
In our glowing hearts
we will become,'content'.
Friday, 16 November 2012
Poem of the Week
Cheryl
Caring is the girl I adore
Heaven sent and sweet to the core.
Engaging in her sweet love
Radiant is this angel from above.
Young and free is my baby bee
Living life to buzz with me.
Caring is the girl I adore
Heaven sent and sweet to the core.
Engaging in her sweet love
Radiant is this angel from above.
Young and free is my baby bee
Living life to buzz with me.
Poem of the Week
Destiny
Made the journey in my heart
and closed a chapter in life's book.
For now I ride the fate train
the ride that keeps me sane.
I couldn't control what time washed away
so began to plan my days
But now I don't give a dam
and take it day by day.
For now I ride the fate train
the train that keeps me sane
The compass always sent me off the given course
even though I planned to prosper
in destiny's field of force.
For now I ride the fate train
the train that keeps me sane
Made the journey in my heart
and closed a chapter in life's book.
For now I ride the fate train
the ride that keeps me sane.
I couldn't control what time washed away
so began to plan my days
But now I don't give a dam
and take it day by day.
For now I ride the fate train
the train that keeps me sane
The compass always sent me off the given course
even though I planned to prosper
in destiny's field of force.
For now I ride the fate train
the train that keeps me sane
Satellites beam my vision
and visualize the view
For I don;t want a blur
I want a worlds that's new
So I will ride the fate train
the train that keeps me sane
I don't know where god will lead me
I don't know what's good or bad
but I took the path I chose
and for this I am glad.
So I will ride the fate train
the train that keeps me sane
Friday, 9 November 2012
Poem of the Week
Changing Life's Path
Echo strewn the hollow road
that I hath trod.
A sorry state is the memory lane
where many decisions led to pain.
From the lessons cut into the core
embedded in my memory store.
For mistakes can now be avoided
giving direction to my fate.
and I can heal the deeds I did
before it is to late.
From this moment in my passing years
I will decree to thee,
that what I did in my past
will no longer be.
For I will be a new man
A beacon to you all
No challenge will be beyond me
and I will stand so tall.
With spirit in my heart
happiness in my sight
I will start this journey
to torch my tainted soul
Echo strewn the hollow road
that I hath trod.
A sorry state is the memory lane
where many decisions led to pain.
From the lessons cut into the core
embedded in my memory store.
For mistakes can now be avoided
giving direction to my fate.
and I can heal the deeds I did
before it is to late.
From this moment in my passing years
I will decree to thee,
that what I did in my past
will no longer be.
For I will be a new man
A beacon to you all
No challenge will be beyond me
and I will stand so tall.
With spirit in my heart
happiness in my sight
I will start this journey
to torch my tainted soul
Friday, 19 October 2012
Poem of the Week
Gods Mistake
Dainty delicate touch of fear
sent a shiver and a scream down the lost chamber.
Falling down into the hell abyss
where shadows hide the nightmares
and lost souls feed on minds.
Where taps drip with blood
and the stench of blood fills the air.
The final resting place for life's journey
led me there.
Choices made and earthly pleasures,
short term gains don't last forever.
Mixed emotion do I care.
Life was good so sod this lair.
Let the demons tear my flesh
Let the spirits dance away
for they won't kill my lack off guilt.
I will stay strong,
I will not wilt.
I'll look old Satan in the eye
and grind my teeth,
I will not cry.
Alas the flames will rise and roar
to burn my heart and toast my skin
but I tell you now I'm cold within.
For all my bad was not to win
nor with intent to harm and sin.
I still believe my time will come
when I hear the sound of distant drums.
As faith will rule and I will see
the gates of heaven open up for me.
Dainty delicate touch of fear
sent a shiver and a scream down the lost chamber.
Falling down into the hell abyss
where shadows hide the nightmares
and lost souls feed on minds.
Where taps drip with blood
and the stench of blood fills the air.
The final resting place for life's journey
led me there.
Choices made and earthly pleasures,
short term gains don't last forever.
Mixed emotion do I care.
Life was good so sod this lair.
Let the demons tear my flesh
Let the spirits dance away
for they won't kill my lack off guilt.
I will stay strong,
I will not wilt.
I'll look old Satan in the eye
and grind my teeth,
I will not cry.
Alas the flames will rise and roar
to burn my heart and toast my skin
but I tell you now I'm cold within.
For all my bad was not to win
nor with intent to harm and sin.
I still believe my time will come
when I hear the sound of distant drums.
As faith will rule and I will see
the gates of heaven open up for me.
Poem of the Week
Loves End
With you I have found my peace
no more shall I be restless.
Searching days and searching nights
I feel so glad you ended my plight
Angelic heart and wings of a dove
God has sent you so I can taste
the food of love.
I prayed to find my soul mate
for I believe in fate.
You are beyond my wildest dreams
You send shivers down my spine
making my heart elate.
Be with me my beauty
never fly away
For I will be you muse
until my dying day.
Dedicated to my future wife
With you I have found my peace
no more shall I be restless.
Searching days and searching nights
I feel so glad you ended my plight
Angelic heart and wings of a dove
God has sent you so I can taste
the food of love.
I prayed to find my soul mate
for I believe in fate.
You are beyond my wildest dreams
You send shivers down my spine
making my heart elate.
Be with me my beauty
never fly away
For I will be you muse
until my dying day.
Dedicated to my future wife
Thursday, 27 September 2012
Poem of the Week
Love of an older Woman
Remember my sweet when you fell at my feet
to declare your love for me.
You offered a decree an innocent plea
to lie in my arms and be free.
You made your move in the stable
as you caressed my raven hair
For on the straw I was laden
being stroked and kissed with care
I still feel the heat of your breast
and the taste of your honey sweet lips
I loved the joy you gave me
as you licked and stroked and flicked
I got lost in the moment of pleasure
and the need to be taken in lust
I ignored the years between us
and entwined in a bond of trust
I climaxed at the touch of your delicate tongue
it awoke my womanly need
To be taken this way your bird of prey
was beyond my wildest dreams
So lie with me forever
and be my maiden fair
And when I awake in the morning
I always want you there.
Remember my sweet when you fell at my feet
to declare your love for me.
You offered a decree an innocent plea
to lie in my arms and be free.
You made your move in the stable
as you caressed my raven hair
For on the straw I was laden
being stroked and kissed with care
I still feel the heat of your breast
and the taste of your honey sweet lips
I loved the joy you gave me
as you licked and stroked and flicked
I got lost in the moment of pleasure
and the need to be taken in lust
I ignored the years between us
and entwined in a bond of trust
I climaxed at the touch of your delicate tongue
it awoke my womanly need
To be taken this way your bird of prey
was beyond my wildest dreams
So lie with me forever
and be my maiden fair
And when I awake in the morning
I always want you there.
Poem of The Week
Old Rebel
Your never to old to be a rebel
let loose with manic mood.
Send shivers down the spine
of the path you want to choose.
Dance on the tables
Decorate the walls
Throw bricks at passers by,
but don't let the young bucks
make your spirit grown and die.
If you want to be a rebel
it's in your heart and in your soul,
and the things you say and do
will truly make you whole.
Never let age separate you from your will,
for life is to short
so take the anarchy pill.
Your never to old to be a rebel
let loose with manic mood.
Send shivers down the spine
of the path you want to choose.
Dance on the tables
Decorate the walls
Throw bricks at passers by,
but don't let the young bucks
make your spirit grown and die.
If you want to be a rebel
it's in your heart and in your soul,
and the things you say and do
will truly make you whole.
Never let age separate you from your will,
for life is to short
so take the anarchy pill.
Friday, 21 September 2012
Poem of the Week
Love Poison
When will you admit you like the drink.
When will your crave be quenched.
Love of the bottle brings you down
and breaks the hearts of all around.
When will you look into the glass and see
what it has done.
For without a will to find the light
the battle won't be won.
Put down the glass and see those saddened stares
of the little children in your life.
The one's that really care.
You have to look inwardly and open up your heart
for you don't want this torment to split our love apart.
I will guide you down this rocky road
I'll lead you by the hand.
For I am here to help you know,
I really understand.
When will you admit you like the drink.
When will your crave be quenched.
Love of the bottle brings you down
and breaks the hearts of all around.
When will you look into the glass and see
what it has done.
For without a will to find the light
the battle won't be won.
Put down the glass and see those saddened stares
of the little children in your life.
The one's that really care.
You have to look inwardly and open up your heart
for you don't want this torment to split our love apart.
I will guide you down this rocky road
I'll lead you by the hand.
For I am here to help you know,
I really understand.
Sunday, 9 September 2012
Poem of The Week
Ladies of the Corn
Ravished ripped and torn
laid the maiden in the corn.
Flesh beneath her nails told
the story of the morn.
She loved the taste of lust
and embraced the locks of hair,
that traced across her breasts
and took away her cares.
The sweetness of her lips
and the taste of her thighs
made her tide of passion flow,
as she arched towards her ride.
Climatic was the outcome as she came into my lair,
this loving devil woman with the golden flowing hair.
Dedicated to the world of lesbians
Ravished ripped and torn
laid the maiden in the corn.
Flesh beneath her nails told
the story of the morn.
She loved the taste of lust
and embraced the locks of hair,
that traced across her breasts
and took away her cares.
The sweetness of her lips
and the taste of her thighs
made her tide of passion flow,
as she arched towards her ride.
Climatic was the outcome as she came into my lair,
this loving devil woman with the golden flowing hair.
Dedicated to the world of lesbians
Poem of The Week
Wait For Me
Wait for me my darling
for i will not stray
Wait for me my angel
we will be one I pray
I count each passing moment
and I can truly say
your vision is a beacon
the one that lights my way.
When time does stitch our hearts
and love does shine in rays
we will be together and
we will rejoice in play.
So think on my beauty when you are feeling low
This is a destined journey on which we both will go.
For the end will be Nirvana and our love will always stay
for we shall reap our harvest the one we sowed last May.
Dedicated to the one who waits for me, Cheryl.
Wait for me my darling
for i will not stray
Wait for me my angel
we will be one I pray
I count each passing moment
and I can truly say
your vision is a beacon
the one that lights my way.
When time does stitch our hearts
and love does shine in rays
we will be together and
we will rejoice in play.
So think on my beauty when you are feeling low
This is a destined journey on which we both will go.
For the end will be Nirvana and our love will always stay
for we shall reap our harvest the one we sowed last May.
Dedicated to the one who waits for me, Cheryl.
Poem of The Week
THE LOVE DOVE:
The love dove sang a sweet song
of a birth of love so pure.
It sang of blue eyes meeting
in a stare embraced in mist.
For it did mask reality
but they no longer cared,
for they plucked each others heart strings
sending music in the air.
The chorus sang the love dove told of passion
heated lust, for this song was a lovers tail
about a union of trust.
Dedicated to Cheryl.
The love dove sang a sweet song
of a birth of love so pure.
It sang of blue eyes meeting
in a stare embraced in mist.
For it did mask reality
but they no longer cared,
for they plucked each others heart strings
sending music in the air.
The chorus sang the love dove told of passion
heated lust, for this song was a lovers tail
about a union of trust.
Dedicated to Cheryl.
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