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[Taz]

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Always & forever.

You know when we danced together,
& I held you so close & so tight,
Wrapped my arms all around you,
Pulling you close in to me,
So I could feel your heart beat,
& you could feel mine.

I was doing that for a reason...

I was also wrapping the memory of you to the song that was playing,
Entwining you together so you would stay,
In my memory forever, each & every time,
I heard the same piece of music,
I could then just drift off away back into you again...

The time, date, place & feeling,
All taken note of & written down,
Details soaked up & remembered,
So I can walk back to this moment at any given time...

Always & forever...
Set you free...
There's nothing I won't do...
You’re loving arms...
You belong to me...

Always & forever by G.T.
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[Taz]

A summer kiss.

A summer time kiss shared in the rain,
Tasting like an exquisite champagne,
Tender and deep,
From your head to the feet,
Drops of rain falling from the sky,
Never a question as to the why,
Just keep on kissing me till I die.

A summer kiss.
By G.T. 12th of December 2002.

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A time clock for the mind.

Age is always a downside,
When you are young you know little but are able to do all,
When you are older you know more but are able to do less.
Time, explain it, define it,
Categorize it and analyze it.
We follow it's path, walk along its course,
We scrutinize every second, we use or relive them time after time.
Moment after moment, over and over,
Visions of your life stacked in time,
Wrapped in memories...
All stored up in a time clock for the mind.

By G.T. 1st December 2002.

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A whisper in the wind.

A whisper in the wind,
A shadow in the night,
A reason to hold someone close,
A thief of time and space.

Words on a page,
An animal in a cage,
Unrelenting power,
The killer of all rage.

A whisper in the wind.

By G.T. 2nd March 2002.

[Taz]

Again the tension is in the air.

People fighting on the streets like they don’t care,
Progress made left behind,
Giving up on looking for the peace they need to find.
Seeing again trial by fire,
Watching as the violence escalates higher and higher,
Fighting over things best left forgotten,
Rounds flying through the air, followed by stones and other projectiles.
Have you no shame?
Or are you all insane,
The world watches on,
Dulled senses because it has gone on for so long.

By G.T. 14th Dec 2002.

[Taz]

Always making time too visit the temple of dreams.
 
Cos it go doo doop doo do do do doo doop do doop.
When you are looking for the time,
So you can spend the moments looking for the chemical ride,
Searching deep within,
Looking for the change,
A changed reflex or response,
Your time on the ultimate high.
 
By G.T.
07th Jan 2003.

[Taz]

An interesting moment.

An act of pleasure performed with skill,
The sight of you sucking me of such a thrill!
You had teased me relentlessly for hours on end, and when you thought you had won,
You found that the tables had been turned,
What you once thought was the prey,
Suddenly turned into the predator,
Watching you run for the bathroom such a turn on.
We both knew you were going to get it, Only I knew when,
The smell of your fear such an aphrodisiac,
Making the carnal pleasure to follow, a much sweeter victory,
Like a devotee at the altar,
Your lips motion never faltered,
You sucked and licked,
Teasing my cock with every tongue flick,
You really do love sucking dick!
Every man’s fantasy stepped into reality,
Watching your saliva mixing with my pre cum,
Enjoying every thrill and sensation,
Fuck me, definitely better than masturbation,
So good to be rid of the frustration!
Towards my peak I did reach,
Your mouth taking in more and more,
Seeing your face heading for the floor,
Deeper and deeper up to the hilt,
No longer able to contain it, not a drop of fluid spilt!
True to your word, my balls were dry,
That left both of us feeling high,
And just when I was about to ask for an encore,
There you went, running through the front door!

An interesting moment.
By G.T. 23rd of March 2001.

[Taz]

As chilled as a surfer.

Now I am in the right frame of mind and as chilled as a surfer on a top breaks back line,

Awaiting for the wave to carry them back to shore.

Where the dog runs up the beach to the place where he resides,
Fire burning in the hearth, flames licking up the wall,
His mind no longer on the trials and tribulations...

Lost in that moment when nature meets man,
Raw unrelenting power harnessed,
Ridden, broken in and sculpted,
Taken to the edge and then pushed more,
No longer a mover of sand,
But a tool for so much more.

Carving up the crystal waters, making those splendid visions into my mind,
As the breaker passes over, the underwater cameraman,
Bobbed and eddied as the current passes around him,
Surrounded in greens and blues
Light reflected from the coral and silver fishes,
Cast out from my Jamaican shores...

T'is why I am as chilled as a surfer,
Today I am doing just fine.

The oceans currents taking my mind into other places,
Opening the doors to wide open spaces,
No longer contained or locked in,
Free to roam wherever it wants to be.

2002 By G.T.

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Benefit addict issues.

See the thing with living on state benefit, or unemployment or sick pay is,
It's never enough to pay for a decent addiction,
Ya know?

It's like if you are into ya pop, its alright for a once fortnightly blow out,
but not for the serious bottle of vodka a day man, get me?

I mean even Mr Pothead, he can only get stoned for what?
Maybe a week, week & a half tops.
Cos smoking a bit of the old Jamaican express is pretty expensive these days.
What with the cost of initial purchase of said Jamaicans best in chosen format,
Then of course there is ya Rizla or chosen rolling paper,
Add to that the usual requirements, a ton of munchies,
Lot's of liquids & beverages,
Oh & not forgetting the smokes,
What's the cost of a 20 deck these days?

Quiz maths test, let's see,
Get maybe 50 joints from a decent ounce,
So that's at least 3 packets of cigs at £4ish a go,
Also throw in a few more 20 decks cos it's a smoke innit,
You smoke a spiff, you smoke a cig,
After a while one fades into the other.

So even to become a spiff monster, benefit & that, no go I am afraid,
As for ya high adrenaline merchants,
Well it's not looking good for you is it,
I mean the cost for the chosen product is high fuelled,
Let alone the on top costs of the social lifestyle needed to gain the benefit,
So same with the drinkers you guys,
No go to you, E heads, Coke fiends, Speed freaks.

It also rules out the backburner thrashing high addiction addicts too,
So crack, scag, H, & all other chemical brothers & sisters in the opiate family,
Unless there is an outside influx of cash that could fund a road legal Ferrari,
No, not on state money.

See they will pay for a taste of the pleasures you can obtain in life,
Even the high costing ones are up for an lick,
Even having a social scene is possible within the lower bracket ones,
I mean a bi weekly clubber is a very common thing,
& Bi lunar smoker & toker is often someone you know,
These people gravitate to one another,
The clubber retreating to the smoker after a night out,
The smoker gaining a brief taste of the speed freak or E heads buzz.

These people make an unspoken pact to band together for the group,
Adding what drugs, cash & assorted extras to the collective,
Knowing when the time comes a bail will come to them,
Dole money goes missing, they bail ya arse till Monday,
It's a done deal, know what I mean?

"Apples in a barrel,
No sweat,
Catch you on the flipside..."

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[Taz]

Can you feel the burn?

I can't sleep alone,
I hate answering the phone,
But I can't seem to get out' a this zone,
Can you feel my burn?

I'm caught in a chain reaction of non satisfaction,
Locked into the tyranny of fixation,
Caught in the rapture of addiction,
Yet I know the time has come to walk through the fog...

I'm crumbled up & flaked out,
Nothing left so I can't even scream & shout,
You sucked me dry & took all you could,
Didn't even leave me with the things you should.
Written on 12th of August 2003.

[Taz]

Casualties of War.

As we patrol these lonely streets, Paved with terror and pain,
Fraught with possible violence at every corner,
Each stranger, we meet a potential danger...

Our minds take a quick glimpse into the past,
Remembering times gone, and times yet to be,
When I was with you, and you were with me,
Times to smile at, memories not to be forgotten.

Each footfall watched and measured carefully,
Simply because it could be our last,
Every conversation guarded and monitored,
Always looking for the oncoming danger,
Never sure what to expect next.

We think of friends and family,
We long to be in the arms of our loved ones,
We do what we do for them and all the others,
We want an end to the troubles, and a start to peace.

The fight we fight is against an enemy without face,
A supposedly fearless enemy, who will not show themselves as we do.

All we want is a resolution to this bloodshed,
Let the innocent stay innocent and unharmed at last.

Again, my mind goes to my family and friends,
Waiting at home, worried and scared,
Many lost nights sleep, hoping that the telephone will not ring,
The real world is all that keeps us going.

Driving down the streets, looking at the faces,
Eyes filled with hate, minds filled with vengeance,
Seeing so many troubled places,
We do our job and try to save lives,
Why can't it be seen as peacekeeping like everywhere else?
 

We try to maintain law and order, stop what is wrong,
Yet even then we are seen as a force to be tormented and abused.

Over the years this has gone on and on,
It is time to stop and think this all over again,
The children are no longer innocents,
Their minds are not pure and free anymore.
Even when we get home, the horror goes on,
Seen in dreams and recollections, no escape from it,
It's all over TV and on the radio, more outburst's of violence,
Is there no escape from this, can we find no freedom and be set free?

Look into the eyes of your children,
See the world through their eyes; see the world as they do,
Devoid of soul, lost of emotion, drained of compassion,
Hate filled souls, all for reasons not fully remembered,
Is it worth poisoning their minds, as yours were so many years ago?

Do you really want to blind them to the truth of the future, one of peace?

Let them find their own loves, hates and prejudices,
Do not force them to experience what you did.

My mind drifts back to those days, nothing I can do, nothing I can say,
Wanting the past to go away,
Scared by what I saw, ashamed of what I know,
After seeing the inhumanity that man can perform.

It has been said that the first casualty of war is innocence,
Let us render this obsolete; let us make a fresh start,
It is time to end all of this senseless violence and hate,
Let us focus on making a better world for our future generations,
We owe it to them and us,
Their children, and their children’s, children.


1998. By G.T.

[Taz]

Caught in the flicker of a pulse.

PART ONE.
Close your eyes and you won’t see me,
Blank your mind and I will not be there,
Erase me from your memory,
Cast me from your thoughts,
Throw me into the realm of non-existence,
Just a speck of dust floating in a microcosm,
Drifting on a wavelength,
A frequency you cannot hear or see,
Am I missed or am I needed?

Caught in the flicker of a pulse,
Heat and gas in a bulb,
Bright for a fraction of a moment,
Then gone in a split second,
Yet I am burned on your retina,
Imprinted into your mind,
Deep in your subconscious,
Floating and drifting,
Like a moonlit scene from a dream,
Passing through you train of thought,
So fast you do not know I am there.

Yet in that instance, I see all,
I know you inside and out,
I feel your mind,
I talk with your inner voice,
It talks to me,
Tells me of all the things, that you do not see,
What you miss, I pick up,
Store it in a databank,
Ready to pick up, from where you left off,
Oh this inner voice,
That brings you such calm,
You are so sure that it could never do you harm,
Safe and warm in you’re world,
Yet so much danger in an idle thought,
Waiting for that moment when, the music has you,
When the lights are aglow,
Just another part, of the big show.

2002 By G.T.

[Taz]

Ceasefire.

Have you ever played air guitar, on a rifle capable of killing 30 people in under three seconds,
Have you ever drummed home rounds in a target with a beat in your head,
Have you ever stood on a border, where you every move could mean someone else is dead?

If not, I hate interrupt you, from whatever you were doing...

I used to walk that edge...

Walking that thin line between one set of numbers and a court battle...

In the name of some morons laws...

Ordered to keep the peace, from those weapons that somebody sold them before.

Why must nations turn against one another,
Causing blood to be shed on the global dance floor,
Take your greed and blood hungry lust,
We don't need those anymore...

When is enough enough?
When will I feel your touch?

We used to be at peace,
Life was not so much of a rush,
We were the world, now we are just parts of it,
You surrounded by daylight, when I am surrounded and shrouded by the night,
We both work 9 to 5,
Yet party in different time zones.

Neither distance, nor the colour keeping us apart,
Why can't the madness between the rest,
Follow the ebb of harmonies uniting like the sane ones?

Now the rounds of my past, become my hearts & minds of the future,
No more looking through the amour plated glass,
No vest around my body,
Bricks cast at me through ignorance...

I see through the red mist of the fury I once controlled,
I see my way out,
What kept me in check then,
Will eventually seek me out,
The music has not left me,
Not gone into retreat,
It was waiting for the right time,
To arrive with a different beat....

Freedom as a global nation its banner,
Peace its motif,
One world, one voice & one nation,
Its signature on the E-Mail...

The resounding final pact.

30/10/2002 By G.T.

[Taz]

(The) Classroom.

Windows large and square, desks rectangular and in rows,
A world going by through those eyes to the street or field,
Chess in one corner & the gateway to many worlds in another,
The oracle in the nearside,
The sloping arena the battle ground of many scene,
Leading down toward the woodland,
The railed enclosed area of freedom, seasons and animals.

The direction or landscape changed every year,
The subjects & tutors opening new doors & ideas,
Not all points fully understood but a working principle gained,
Enough of an understanding to create and formulate ideas or parameters,
Good enough basis to found connotations,
Able to project thesis into bibliography,
Capable to conceive, develop & design,
Then able to create, operate & implement.

Sitting in them cabins on cold & frozen days,
Thinking complex problems,
But not the ones testing me academically on the board,
My mind was always multitasking,
Often racing up ahead,
Even roaming the borders of what was known,
With almost sentient pioneered feet.


By G.T. 28 December 2002.

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Clocks Girl.

You were my clocks, but not my clock girl,
I spent the time, but the time was not for me,
Our seconds covered thousands of miles,
Interwoven with messages from a sand dune,
A voice lost in the night.

The stars clearer than ever before had my eyes seen,
Satellites caught refracting off distant planets,
Yet my signal & voice I conveyed too you.

We walked along the beach,
Yet never crested on the wave,
You only saw the shadow...

For it was to scared to truly show itself, It head from you in the corners of your soul...
You saw it every dark shadow,
But it was not the animal that hurt you in my darker side,
No, not I my darling,
My beast was somewhat different.

Clocks Girl.
By G.T.
7th March 2003.

[Taz]

Don't give up.

Fighting my way through the crowds to get to you,
Pushing & rushing through the crowded airwaves so you can hear me...

"I'll find you, no matter where, no matter what...."
"Just be strong till I get there, no matter when..."
"Whatever it takes, don't give up."

Riding roughshod over those who stand in my way,
Clambering through the melee to reach you,
Over tides & currents through the night,
Climbing peaks & cresting drops...

"Be strong, don't give up hope..."
"I will find you of that there is no doubt..."
"No matter what the odds or chances..."
"Fate has decreed that I will get to whisper in your ear.."

"Don't give up... Don't give up..."
"Don't ever give up."
"For I will be there."

Written by G.T on 24/8/2003.

[Taz]

D.J - W.T.F? says part 2.

Now if I took those words & placed the music to them,
You would know that though my words can hurt,
My notes & melodies can heal.

These are the words of a D.J, not a poet.
What you see is music written on a page from a man who cannot read music,
So he is writing in his own language,
All that is missing is the music
Look no further than you are already looking is what I am trying to show you
From the world you see in the monitor you have a panorama of everything you could ever need .

D.J - W.T.F? say part 2. By G.T.

[Taz]

Dance floor heat & passion.

After the heat of the dance floor has faded away, I still have the heat of you in my mind, body and soul.
This is the place you mean the most to me, no one can even come close to what you have,
I have never belonged to someone so completely before, you have parts of me no one knew existed,
Even I am amazed at the things I feel for you.

When were apart it feels as though my heart is torn in two, you carry a piece of my heart wherever you go,
We move to the same beat, a beat that no rhythm could ever catch, nor no body sway too.
We live in each other’s hearts and this is the place where I feel happiest.

When you hold me in your arms in the middle of the night, I feel your heart beat against my back,
I can feel the touch of your warm naked flesh, skin as smooth as glass and as sweet as cherries,
I can smell the scent of our passion from earlier in the night, our mingled love creating a love all of there own.
I can actually think of the future and smile these days, knowing I’ve got you to stand by my side.

Whatever happens I want us to stay together, we know the cost if we ever split up,
My future looked bleak until the day you came into my life and knocked me of my feet,
You encompassed my life with your love and transformed the way I see,
My emotions underwent a revival; my soul was once destroyed, but now is reborn and healed.

Time passes by, tick by tock, yet again I stare at the clock,
Another night closes in and I wish you were here so passion can begin,
Every night that you’re not by my side or in my arms is a crime,
I feel so cheated by the hands of time,
You stand by me when I’m strong or weak,
You take pleasure in helping me when I feel meek,
You’re only intention is to take my pain away,
You’re healing touch has done so much,
I feel like an angel, ready to fly again.

You lift me up when I am down; you pull me close when I’m down and out,
You’re like a bubble in a glass of champagne,
You burst into a room and send everyone’s head dizzy with your intensity,
You’re like a drug, but far superior to any that I have ever known,
For I am yours and you are mine, always and forever till the end of time.
Dance floor heat & passion.

By G.T. 23rd of April 2001.

[Taz]

Dirty woman.

I get up, shake my head,
Check myself over mentally to see if I am alive or dead,
Well ya never know do ya? Well, do ya?

I get up of the settee in need of a leak & to put the kettle on,
The walk feels like I am wrapped in layers of music,
Each beat a small wall like membrane,
On the whole making my journey feel like a walk through liquid,
The walls strobing in & out of sight as each layer is breached,
The whole effect pleasing me & awakening my sleepy body...

Appetite all anew for something long forgotten...
The long journey to relieve my self,
Putting the kettle on while on route has tired me out,
The long mental process of working out the complex angles,
Trajectories & splash impact zones,
Combined with the task of working out the lever & forces required,
Yes, urinating while erect & stoned was a complex & mind draining affair...

Floyd was right, I do , oooh yes I do need a dirty woman,
Six foot tall with eyes to die for all dressed in leather,
Heels that could spike their way through diamonds,
The devils own smile with hurt in her soul,
But I need more than for her to just come quietly a knocking on my door,
Oh no, I need so much more,
No discreet liaison for this rendezvous',
I want the world to know,
No night time entrance,
As though my needs were an illicit thing,
I want you seen stalking down the street pounding the pavement into submissive defeat.

Oh yeah, I need a fucking dirty woman alright.
Like a man needs a hole in the head from a high powered round,
No other feet needed to stand in this ground,
While the idea of the pleasure brings a smile,
The knowledge of letting in a female soon follows & reminds of what they can do,
Yes Floyd was right about many things,
Yet something's you learn all alone...
The thoughts of opening the door to her still appeals,
But the knowledge persists...

Again the thought lingers,
Yet again is pushed back by sanity...
The music catches you from this drifting,
A beat & melody building up,
Catching you till you focus,
& start looking for the subtle changes of time & beat.
The music replacing the need,
Taking over from the desire,
Giving the pleasure needed & required,
Fulfilling the craving...
The highs & lows are controlled
Modulated & set frequencies only,
Chosen ups & downs allowed,
Only those who's name is down getting in,
Words discreetly chosen,
Samples picked by hand.
"I want to live....."
"Yes, I want to live..."
"But I have to stay behind this barrier..."
Though the beat tries & tries to set me free,
Here I must remain...

The music plays a cruel trick,
Lining up & playing a random track,
But one that has an attached memory file,
Again flashing the minds focus to the carnal desire seeking release,
The frustration build up bubbling ever closer to the danger zone,
The sensuality known of a woman's naked body half caught in the moonlight,
Needed to be felt again,
The feelings & textures required to be tasted & delighted upon once more,
The noises & human music craving to be heard live once more,
The tender moment before & after needing to be tasted & enjoyed just another time...

The vision of a black & white scene replays in my mind,
The dark light capturing the scene coming from above,
Cast from a shallow moon with passing clouds cutting shapes into it,
Bright enough to create shadow, texture & movement,
Shadow & silhouette its method,
No colour just pitch & tone.


"Dirty woman" by Ganjataz.
V.10 Created on 25/8/03 @ Dreamlands Studio.
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[Taz]

Do you ever think about me?

Do you ever think about me, in the dawn’s early light?
Do you ever think about my arms wrapped around you, holding you tight?

By G.T. 14DEC2002.

[Taz]

Dreams through a window.

Part One. The loss.
After our time together, I was an emotional wreck,
You left me feeling like a desert, nothing more than a barren wasteland,
You hurt me for the sake of it, just so you could say you did!
You drained my heart the way a devil drains a soul!
You cut me deep, tortured my passion, and infected my love!
You tainted my dreams, corrupted my happiness,
You killed my place of worship, destroyed my rainbow and stole my pot of gold!

I am awake in bed, facing another lonely night of emotional torture,
The curtains open looking into the soul devastating emptiness that lurks outside my bedroom window,
And I know, Yes I know that your out their doing to someone else, what you once did to me,
How my heart despises him, yet envies him more,
How I wish to do to you, what you did to me,
How I wish to be once more caught in the rapture that only you can cast,
How I wish to be tangled in your emotional spider’s web,
How I want to inflict wounds on your heart,
How I felt when you walked into my life.

The pain you've caused me, hurts deeper by the day, and worse by the night,
I pray to the deity of revenge, in the hope you will feel as I do,
Maybe one day you will have done to you, what you did to me,
What you enjoyed doing to so many others,
Is revenge a dish best served cold?
Is what you do just a game to you?
Is hurting others as you hurt me the answer?
Maybe it is time to forget this insanity and move on?
Is this pain worth living with?
Is this what love is truly supposed to feel like?

What goes on in your mind that makes you want to hurt people so?
Enough of this now, I've mourned this lost cause for long enough,
Time to start recovering from the scars on the core of my soul,
So cruelly inflicted by you, scars that have more depth than infinity,
Wounds that will take more than millennia to heal,
Wounds I would love to return to you.
Wounds that bleed every time I breathe,
Wounds that, are deadly to the touch for others,
Wounds that I cant even wear as a banner for my hurt,
Wounds that no matter how much care and attention still ache!

I cast my mind out into the darkness, welcoming its cold embrace,
Preparing myself for the outrageous ordeal, I must face,
Because living life without you, is something I never thought I would have to do,
You made my time on this earth worth living,
Showed me how love really was?
Showed me how it was to need?
Showed me how it is to feel?
Showed me off as a piece of property,
Showed me what humiliation was,
Showed me what a bitch really is!

Maybe now I am ready to start living again?
Show the world the phoenix of my heart ready to fly from the fires of your hell!
Maybe I am ready to fly with another soul on the wings of the night?
To share, to care and to love?
To face the world as I now am!
To make my way to a world less extraordinary?
To put my fears behind me, and search for another like my self?
To realize that the world is a place where happiness can be!
To open my eyes and finally see?

Maybe one day our paths will cross again?
Will it be in the street? Alternatively across a dance floor?
Will I be strong enough to resist this time?
On the other hand, will it be you who are left wanting?
Only time will tell! Nevertheless, you put me through hell and it is time to leave.
Oh yes its time to breathe,
Spread my wings and fly like an angel,
Theirs only a certain amount of hurt you can deliver, before it stops hurting,
Moreover, I am oh so beyond that point, and the games you play end today!
Check the fire in my eyes; see how they pierce the night,
I am like a super nova ready to burn,
Oh yes and, I'm gonna shine a light so bright,
Lovers holding each other in the warmth of their love making are going to be scared tonight!
For the ultimate predator has been released.

Part Two.
The dark tunnel.
'Cos living life without you is something I never thought I'd go into,
Even through the hurt and pain, you drove me insane,
Now the animal inside is loose and you have only yourself to blame!
This hearts on fire and to wild for you to tame!
My game has no rules and there is no innocence.

Prepare to be a casualty of my war
Stand in my way and you will get burnt!
I am a holy flame, rained down by the god of love,
Against people like you, who do the things that you do.

Prepare for the bang, as I crash through the emotional sound barrier,
And burn at ten thousand degrees!
Whole worlds of hurt armed and ready to be unleashed.
An atomic weapon used in the name, and for the power of love.
My Armageddon to you.
The ultimate pre-emptive strike!

Part Three.
Understanding and the end of the journey.
But wait, if I do that, will I be no better than you?
Is this how you once felt and what made you what you now are?
Is what’s happening to me, what once happened to you?
Did you feel the power of this flame inside your heart?

Oh well, no matter I have become what I am, and will be,
The time has changed and it is time for to start my journey to being free,
Once I have travelled this wasteland,
It will be time to move back to the ordinary world.
Never to walk this realm a mere human ever again,
The sins of your soul, showing me the right way.

THE END.
2001 By G.T.

[Taz]

Dropping partners.

A unity within a group,
A set of individuals who tune into one another,
They can bring each other on & up,
Cruise at the same speed,
Open the same doors,
Go to the same places.

You start off casual acquaintances,
Nods & smiles from the outer edges of your own circle,
Gradually the knowledge is passed on you share the same tastes,
Time passes & you speak on a few occasions,
Getting to know where each other likes to go.

See among the masses is many options,
Many types of seekers & dreams,
So many tastes so many choices,
Finding a group at first could be hard.

It takes time to learn the basics,
This is all new to you,
Or was...


Partners in crime dropping them one at a time,
Watching each others backs during the onrush & come down,
Side by side as the drugs take you for a ride...

Eye contact only needed, too communicate more than words could say anyway...
Body language picked up on as though life depended on it in the hunt...
Symbiotic in stance & thought...

Needing someone who could fly as high as you,
Someone who could be inside your mind seeing & feeling what you were,
This person had to be someone you trusted beyond doubt.

6th of September 2003 by G.T.

[Taz]

Everything's got a story.

From the first thought in the morning, to the last one at night,
You think those thoughts for a reason,
They all have a chain structure & process route,
The reason that grey T-Shirt is your favourite,
To what it is you want to be doing when you draw your dying breath.


Why that certain song holds such a fond memory,
Why does that certain name bring to mind a faded wisp of a face in your minds eye.

Yes everything has a story...

Just not all get to be told yet...

We do not always have the means,
Nor always have the ability, To reproduce faithfully a moment...

When the true story and real way things were seen or intended,
Are able to come out...

Bringing true clarity & understanding...

That is one of the many reasons why,
Everything has a story...

Sometimes when you think you are at the end you are really only at the beginning.

Others; you think you are in the middle and can see the end play when only the introductions have been made.

Even when you think the tale is over...

It turns out that only half of the information was witnessed or shown...

We are given time with our memories to replay all the moments we have had.

So we can turn them over and go through them once again,
Learning every detail while we can change the situation,
Playing out theories,
Making up choices and decisions from past experiences,
Stored for all time for you to see...

By G.T. 01-12-02.

[Taz]

Eye of the storm - Circle one.

Fleeting moments of crystal clarity pass before my eyes...

Just once in the haze, does illumination part the daze,
Floating into the light shining oh so blue,
For a sweet moment, I get a bitter taste...

Of sweet pain relief...

The music tends my wounds, cleanses my soul,
Whispers sweet rhapsodies and gospel beats into my ear,
Tending an aching heart, mending a broken soul,
Returning the killer instinct that ruled the heart...

And feet that a certain dance floor want to meet one last time...

Eye of the storm - Circle one.
02/03/2002. By G.T.

[Taz]

(The) falls by roach…

As a mere tadpole was I, following the bigger influence,
Past big black tank & dry stonewall,
Down yonder cobbled street, through prickly bush,
The height of a child was my range of vision,
My mind as fear free as those years dictate,
I had walked through my usual fields of fun,
Catching the voice of mischief carried on the air,
Wandered off to investigate the deeds that were being discussed,
Whispers of waterfalls and lagoons,
Lying beyond furthest known trees,
Yet another chance to stretch the border,
Of places you know, or have passed through,
When your mind is alter cast back,
Through those glassy blue eyes of a distant memory,
Whilst realigning the moments leading up to clarity.

So the allure of new pastures to roam,
New paths and trails to follow,
An extension to be viewed so the back yard was always that bit bigger,
No stranger to doing this before,
Nor would it be a skill not used in later life on further travels to farther reaches,
Today’s destination a mere point-to-point round trip,
No feat of distance or tribulation or triangulation,
Just the danger of a young voyager,
Taking on some early reconnaissance.

His guardian asleep,
This time not casting it’s usual eye over the voyager,
For once not to accompany this new adventure,
This foray into the unknown,
This call to nature…

This yearning to explore,
These needs to find what’s beyond,
Where some thing leads,
To which area would this be?

Certain strange names,
Or some unusual look,
Seen on the news,
Read about in a book,
Glanced on the movie screen
Freeze framed on a video,
Caught in time,
Framed or created from the mind.

For all to see?

These moments of a Childs reflection on a day without his dog…

The first part of the trail was known and part of the domain,
The realm I had walked or played in,
All its secrets known,
Where each demon lived,
Or where a ghost would hide,
For all these places were mine during the daylight times when I fought and rode.

By G.T.  26th December 2002.

[Taz]

Fistral Beach.

Newquay - Cornwall - UK.
Summer time.
About 9 pm.

Sat watching the sun setting over the waves,
With the fading heat from the sand passing up through my body,
Watching the last of the surfers catching the final sets of the day,
Smoking a spiff whilst entwined in the arms of the one I loved.

Whispering poetry in her ear, gentle words of love being spoken, mutual feelings no token.

The caress of her hair on my face,
The taste of her lips, sweet on my face.

The last of the sun, glinting in her eyes,
Watching the final rays of the summer sun, fading into the night sky.

The gentle knowing of the love making that was to follow.

Lost in a moment to be saved in time,
Caught in a fragile feeling saved forever more,
Just by closing my eyes and remembering that night,
When I was yours and you were mine.

Fistral Beach.
06/03/02. By G.T.

[Taz]

Friendship.

Friendship lasts a lifetime,
Friendship outlasts infinity,
Friends like you are always welcome,
Friends like you have loving arms,
Friends like you have caring words.

Life would be lost without friends,
Life would be nothing friends,
Time is meaningless without friends,
Time is nothing against the glow,
So always, let your friends love flow.

Together we are a circle,
Our bond unbroken,
Backs always covered,
Love always present,
Never to be eclipsed in moonlit thoughts.


To lose a friend is to lose your self,
So keep your friends close,
Do not be a stranger, stay away from danger,
We will always be together,
Be it in our hearts, mind or souls,
For we are friends eternal.


Words of friendship spoken will always remain unbroken,
My love for my friends unspoken,
A word never be uttered,
As long as it's felt,
That is my token of friendship.

1992. By G.T.

[Taz]

Haunted city of past angels...

Where once I found inspiration I now find desolation,
Nothing but a wasteland
The tombs & mausoleums the only way points,
The glade path through the autumn woods now just a rough shadowed track.

A year on from living in the city of angels,
I find myself wiser & more advanced,
Controlling much more,
Seeing further into the Darker Side.

Coming soon - The words of G.T.

February the 19th 2003.V.002a By G.T.

[Taz]

Have you ever?

Had one of those nights,
When at a certain moment you made a mental note to yourself,
That this was a moment that you should never forget,
You made sure that you mentally engraved every sensation,
Clocked every detail,
Photographed every inch,
With your minds full powers,
Recorded every nuance,
Logged and noted every face and thing.

2002 By G.T.

[Taz]

Hellbound heart.

It leaves my body and flies away,
Never to return, not even on another day,
My soul is empty, when it was once full,
All I have left is a few little memories haunting my skull.

For once I was lost and then I was found,
You resurrected my heart,
Showed it what emotion was again, made me profound.

Hellbound heart.
By G.T. 6th of March 2002.

[Taz]

Home on a spiff.

I was at a friend’s house, for a change I wasn’t stressed out
Doing a spot of rug rat sitting, the kids were cool n chilled so it was a laugh,
Then he rang me and said, “He’d be back in a jiff.”

However, inquired as to my thoughts on having a spiff?
May thought was yay, that would certainly finish off a good day,
So when he did arrive, a spiff was born, and came out at just a ¼ of an ounce,
My hands were the gynaecologists that breathed it into life,
It’s mother and father, God and creator. What a fine vintage it was too.

So toke away as we did play, Playstations games are necessary when changed.
The Jamaican express had truly pulled away from the runway,
I was on a brief journey to the sun kissed beaches of the motherland,
Where on the hills in every little valley,. Even in every nook and cranny,
Yes there it lurks, grows the best evolution of plant.

Oh yes indeed you must have guessed, I do mean the dreaded weed,
It’s pot it’s Ganja? It’s fucking fantastic,
Spiff or Joint? It always helps me get the point,
Puff or Blow? I don’t care, just give me a go,
Mary Jane or Cannabis? It makes me feel good, even when people take the piss.

Therefore, in time, the night had to end, and to my home, my best friend.
So with broken heart, I did depart, and try to prepare for the mission ahead.
Homeward bound was I with the treat in my mind of my bed,
For I was starting to feel like the walking dead, but it turns out that was all in my head.

The paranoia came and went; the stress and the stain left only disdain,
I felt anger, I felt fear, for no apparent reason that I could explain,
Which programmer fucked with my system making my brain throw a track?
Will systems diagnostic do the right check?
Is it madness or insanity? Or has my hard drive acquired a glitch?

Walking down the street that I have walked so many times before,
Thinking thoughts that are not my own,
Questions and doubts.


Home on a spiff.
By G.T. 26th of December 2001.

[Taz]

How can I inspire...

How can I inspire a wet or horny dream...
That you just have to have a wank too as soon as you wake up from it,
Be incited by saying nothing?
I would like to know how silence could induce such an urge...
... or an onrush of blood to those most magical of places,
Where sensations can turn into dreams,
& feelings turn into heart rending cries of lust filled passion.

How does an absence of words in the air bring forth such connotations or thoughts?
How does me staying silent bring on the urge to caress yourself in the shower?
When no breath pass my lips nor vowel cross between us
Make you feel sensations while alone, you have never felt elsewhere?

How can no words convey what I mean to say, yet you reach peaks unknown before, now, or forever after...
Does the silent word say so much?
Is it in the thought it is carried,
Or the look in my eyes?

When the starburst hit them in the deepest blackness of the night.
Does my warm breath on your neck give tell tale sign of my arrival?
How can I inspire...?

Poetry penned from the paws of Ganjataz.
The 4th of March 2003.

[Taz]

Hunters in the darkness.

Your eyes are searching from left to right, searching the night,
You are constantly scanning the area for a bite,
With a passion deep inside, an animal ready for blood,
Potential victims everywhere you look, but none worthy of what is to come,
We stand all alone, although altogether, we each seek our targets,
When it enters the Frey there’s a price to pay,
We are the hunters, they are the prey, and they are only safe during the day,
We have a place, we know the scene, time is set, get ready for the scream.

You see what you are looking for; it’s time to stalk,
No need for words, its like tick tock,
Springs are coiled and muscles are tight,
All ready for the dance floor fight,
You can sneak up from behind, or come from the side,
I prefer for them to see me coming and watch them run and hide,
Always a crowd pleaser, most time a crowd teaser,
Often as not I only get to play with the bait.

I can’t remember the last time I was made to work,
I get quite jealous when I see others duelling more than I,
Maybe its time to become more subtle and calm down,
I think not, it is what I am and nothing will change that,
When I smell a challenge, goddamn what a rush,
I feel my blood explode, and then the lasers penetrate my soul,
The adrenaline boils, and my heart pumps faster and faster,
Its then that I know that the animal is at the door,
Pulsing in time to the strobe as it beats out the time,
Your eyes lock on your target, now is not the time to fuck around,
Time to let your feet do the work and pound the ground,
In my minds eye I see the skulls of previous victims crushed into the floor,
As I prepare to carve another mark upon my dance floor.

As it turns on, we wind it up; we are the kings and queens of the night,
They are nothing but peasants passing through our realm,
We are all, but sometimes its good to brawl,
We tune into the prey, taking them away bit by bit,
Add in insult or two and shadow them for a while, ‘cos there shit,
We tease and caress, move and posses,
Until they have spent all there ammunition, we have lots left,
You play and tease, but most of all please,
Some look down on it as though it was a sin,
Well fuck you, ‘cos we can and you cant, we’ve got the ability, passion and the skill,
So don’t even start, for if you do, we shall tear your fucking soul apart,
Remember you can run, but you can’t hide,
We’re here every weekend and we have got the pride,
We’re prepared to risk all and a lot more,
Can you take that risk on our dance floor?

It’s a lonely game we play, us hunters of the night,
Maybe that’s why we band together so close and so tight,
I see us as a crew; maybe not all of us see it in that view,
It’s not me trying to re ignite the phoenix of the past,
It’s just the flag I can rally to when I need to feel others of my kind,
I do surround myself with people like me, even those not as committed,
I need to fell others, who share the passion,
Who feel the need, those who have tasted blood spilt on the dance floor!

Week after week, we stir the crowd; night after night we pour it out,
The sheep know what we’re looking for as they see us hunt,
They enjoy the sport; they too can smell the spilt blood in the night.

The sheep are safe in their pen, but the animals can escape,
One by one we’ll have them all, when certain tunes come on we challenge and call,
As individuals we are all strong, but as a collective we are undisputed,
No one will ever have what we have, and no one will ever take it away,
I say to you all, I need you, like I need that floor,
Without you all it means nothing at all,
You can keep the blood; you can have the smell,
Without you all, I would rather burn in hell.

I sense a dark cloud on the horizon; all is not as it was,
No individual is the same; we are not what we were,
The atmosphere is slightly thick and more intense,
I hope this is just a bad feeling and not the end,
We hold a special position in many hearts,
People have seen their dreams manifest themselves on the dance floor,
Many have tried to follow in our footsteps, and have found themselves alone,
Those that have tried to join our rank, have been left for dust,
No individual is to blame, but I sense the change none the less,
I hope this wind of change is for the better and not the worse.

I miss my fellow hunters in the darkness when I am away,
As I spend more time apart than most, this I can truly say,
I care for you guys, like no others,
I see you all as my sisters and brothers,
During the week I crave your company,
At the weekend you all make me feel so alive,
No matter what happens, or where you go, if you’re ever in trouble, just let me know,
I’ll do what I can, no matter how far,
If I can help, I hope you know that I will,
For I hold you all so dear.

Weekend draws near, how the sheep fear,
Another slaughter on the dance floor, blood to order,
Who will be the first, and who shall be the last?
Will we still rule all at the very last dance?
One by one we find our space, individuals entering a race,
Bit by bit and move for move,
We can slice like a blade, or cut like an axe,
We’re able to take some one else’s moves; you’ve been taxed,
Turning it on is not a problem,
Finding a challenge worthy is another story,
We’ve dented egos; we’ve started fashions,
Come on our dance floor and receive a damn good thrashing.

We’ve got the talent; we’ve got the looks,
Its very rare one of us fucks up,
For we are a clique, and we are very dangerous,
Have you ever seen our souls laid bare, when the beat has us?

I’ve seen the look in some of the sheep’s eyes,
They want what we have, but haven’t got the balls,
You never see fear in out eyes, nor hesitation,
We take on the meat, and slaughter it with our feet,
If that don’t work, we just work harder,
Options are endless, we can go faster and farther,
We rule what we see, and take challengers one and all,
Our life on the dance floor is a story not to small.

Hunters we are, murderous we are not,
We select our prey, with just cause,
The thrill of the chase, the taste of victory,
It matters not, as long as we do it together,
For if the day comes, when we are all challenged,
Be they male or femme,
You know its come the time to Axel F them,
And if by some miracle, it don’t work,
Then out comes Blade’s confusion and it’s time to hurt!

Hunters in the darkness.
1998 By G.T.

[Taz]

I am so cold - The wind of war.

The warmth of a lover no longer touches my sleepy skin,
Time and words have no meaning to me,
I am cast adrift to search for reason.

In a world where strange things are every day events,
Hurt, pain, hunger, abuse & war available for all to see,
By just a flick of a switch on the TV,
Is this how the globe is meant to be?

My heart is encased in ice,
Numb to the touch of even the warmest of hands or lips,
Eyes bluer than freshest snow melt water cascading from a fall,
Yet no clarity do they contain,
Just visions of a past & future all gone insane.

The world touched me and left me frozen,
Caught me in its icy grip,
Showed me beyond the Ice Caverns,
Led me far beyond realities walls,
Caused a chill so deep to run down my spine,
My cerebral cortex crystallized in the blink of an eye.

Endorphins and adrenaline provide fleeting escape,
Giving a momentary flux in my inner cores temperature,
Creating a momentary surge,
Providing the taste,
Giving a chance,
Warming up the body
Thawing out a passion,
Rekindling the need...


I am so cold,
I can no longer stand in a crowd,
No longer able to participate,
Inability stopping me expressing my contempt,
Left without a voice,
Unable to stand and be counted,
Only able to look on from the outskirts,
Of the heart freezing & life seizing,
Soul enrapturing wind of war...

I am so cold - The wind of war.
10/19/2002 By G.T.

[Taz]

I AM THE bl33p. =]

I am the one who runs inside your mind,
When paradise is lifting...
Her sweet head...
Euphoria is taking over as the music caught my breath...
The bleep roams free in my airwaves tonight,
I am free to roam where I want,
Able to remember how it used to feel,
When the night was alight with music,
So many more bodies surrounded me.
Yes she is the bleep,
Calling out my name,
Reassuring me in the still of the night,
That all will be ok in the end,
Soothing me with music,
Wiping my brow.
Helping me with the confusion in this self destructive world...
Taking away the pain.
Yes she is the one sending the bl33p,
Her name is rave,
Under many looks and sounds,
She soothes the savage beast in us all,
Makes us all come as one,
& be dance floor lovers,
Instead of killing ourselves & stabbing each other in the back.

2002 - By G.T.

[Taz]

I am your mind.

I am the one that you came to,
I am the one who always knew how to,
I am the single voice of clarity,
I am your mind.

2002 By G.T.

[Taz]

I can feel the crash of your thunder.

I can feel the crash of your thunder getting laid down at the bar dude, go on, have it...
Jesus man, you got the tables vibrating tonight...
I fucking love it when you are having it large dude...
Have you got a burn on, or have you got a burn on?
Wanna get a burn going mate?

Share in the power of my bass and joy...
Be united with your inner flame & passion...
Hey, you guys, look, look who is on the flame,
He is man, he is getting ready to unleash holy hell on the floor,
He told D he was gonna waste it tonight,
He said it was gonna be a fucking good one...

Let's just hope some dick tries to have a go at the floor,
If that happens, oh shit, it's gonna burn like a star set alight...

Someone tell the D.J, let's get him in on the show...


By G.T. 29th December 2002.

[Taz]

I dream, I hope, I wish...

Phase 1.
I dream that just, maybe one day.
I dream that two rights will cancel out a wrong,
I dream that maybe one day someone will write the perfect song,
I dream that maybe one day the world will see, how we are is not how we are meant to be,
I dream that one day we will come together as one,
I dream to see a perfect beach captured by a shining sun,
I dream that maybe one day I will be free of these bars that surround me,
I dream that maybe I will dance in the lights and once again shine in the neon's flashing so bright,
I dream that I will once again be held safe, warm and tight, in the still and cold pale moonlight of the night.

I hope that people will learn from what has passed,
I hope maybe soon pain will be left behind,
I hope we can find a way to take away the suffering we see every day,
I hope war becomes unnecessary and child soldiers are killed no more,
I hope I will experience that perfect night once more upon a dance floor,
I hope my soul is cleansed in someone's love, deep to its core,
I hope I get to walk down that dream shore,
I hope my feet are caressed by the waters touch, from that special place that means so much,
I hope I get to see the harbour where calmness once washed over me,
I hope I get to feel those hands of the wind rushing through my hair,
I hope I meet the eyes who's gaze I could fall in love with and share,
I hope her eyes gaze back in a love filled stare.

I wish that others could see and feel the music as I do,
I wish it would wash over them as it does with me,
I wish the lights and the feeling would also take them beyond the ceiling,
I wish we could all walk in the night sky,
I wish its velvet touch could touch us all in our souls and take us up so high,
I wish that politicians would do what is needed not what they want,
I wish for so many things that a million genies in a bottle could not fulfil my hopes and aspirations for human nature,
I wish we could see that peace is the only thing for us to need.
I DREAM, I HOPE, I WISH.

24/07/2002. By G.T.

[Taz]

I know it will probably kill me.

I smoke a cig & I know it will probably kill me,
I roll another spiff & I know it will probably give me cancer & kill me.
I can feel the smoke shrouding my lungs, doing all the evil it does,
But it reminds me of the other smoke, the other smell & the other taste...
When acrid vapour & purple hued black rainbows filled my world.

The experts tell me this, & I believe them,
Yet I will smoke another any moment soon.

But on the other hand...
I used to walk the streets of despair, & the sands of sorrows,
People told me it would probably kill me,
They said I might die & they were right,
The chances are I would, the danger was clear & present,
Yet I still went, I did what I had to do,
I came back & did many other things that they said would kill me too.

Danger is where it is due to be,
When it is time, it is time.

Nothing else you can do.
How you get there...

You choose that though,
Not someone else,
Learn from what you know is right,
Then do what you know to be right.

After all, even having a life will probably kill you in the end.
I know it will probably kill me.


By G.T. 2nd of April 2003. v000a

[Taz]

I NEED A HUG.

We circle each other like wild animals that are wounded and in pain,
We cannot share the hurt inside which is such a shame,
We need to speak and we need to share,
Just to show each other that we still care.

I need part of what once belonged,
Tell me please is this so wrong?
I need that closeness that we once had,
Is the need and the want so terribly bad?

To hold you close and squeeze you tight,
One last time in the still of the night,
Yet to do so would create the need,
For yet another night and provoke a greed.

I have stemmed this desire,
Stopped it in its track,
Closed the door and turned my back,
All I want and all I need,
One simple act,
One easy deed.

2002 By G.T.

[Taz]

Inside us all.

Is someone who can smile,
Who can laugh,
Who can cry,
Most of all, someone who can try...
Inside us all.


By G.T. 6th of April 2003.

[Taz]

I will be the set of ears.

I will be the set of ears that listens in the darkness across the waves,
Never asking nor demanding, just taking what you have to share as you see fit,
Holding you in space, being your friend, supporting when needed,
Hoping to make you smile when I can.
Holding your hand across the distance, being there when you need someone.

By G.T. 14DEC2002.

[Taz]

I will stay awake.

I will stay awake,
As long as this coffee stays warm
Till it loses it's flavour,
Stops tasting like heaven.

All warm and liquid amber,
Dreamy in it's touch and very taste.

Holding me in the cold of the night,
When you are not there,
But the music mixed with it's aroma reminds me of when you were.

Every time I close my eyes,
I can taste your lips,
How they felt after a drink,
The creamy velvetiness on top of the bitter taste.

Drowning out all my sorrows,
Eroding all my woes,
Bringing warmth and refreshment where none was before,
Wrapping me with the flavour or being needed and wanted.

Yes, just one more smoke and a final drink from my brew,
Then I will give in to the tiredness of my eyes,
They long to drop & rest for this day,
They have taken in so much information,
One last recharge of the healing brew will give rise to a last burst of activity,
Before they finally give up the fight,
To go off into a deeply resting heavy slumber.

A jolt from a private message forced me to light another smoke,
Contemplate making another drink,
I need to stay awake to lay down all these ideas whizzing around in my head,
I need more hours to create these images I see all day and night,
More time to put them all on a page,
It clears my mind and settles my inner storm,
One more brew and these words & Images laid to rest then I will head off to stare at my chest...

By G.T. 16DEC2002.

[Taz]

Keep the tiger at the cage door.

Listen close and you might hear,
There’s a whistle in the wind,
Something new to fear,
It is prowling and waiting,
The time is coming.

It has been locked up for a long time,
It wants revenge for its captivity,
Will it tear and maul?
Will it rip with tooth and claw?
Or has it other ideas less sinister?

It paces and waits, for its time is soon,
Prowls the perimeter of its domain waiting for its chance,
Remembers its old domain, dreams of its old Savannah,
Checks the locks on the door every so often,
Ready to leap to freedom given half a chance.

The tiger is at the cage door,
It is waiting for the right moment,
It neither growls or roars, for this would give it away,
It saves it up for another day,
When it does you will know.

It pads up and down, without making a sound,
Head low sniffing the ground.

Keep the tiger at the cage door.

By G.T. 5th of May 2002.

[Taz]

Last night in a dream.

I visited my internal matrix in a dream last night,
The one deep inside where no man dares tread,
Within my soul and at the very centre,
The area standing guard on the borders of intellect and dementia...


By G.T. 2003. 11th January 2003.
Temple of Vengeance V.001a.
Messiah series.

[Taz]

Laying down the laws of this house.

Words are the power that drives my nation,
These melodies are what carry them into creation,
This beat that is hitting you is the beat of my house,
But this house is founded in Old Skool,
Powered by the vocals of the deepest ravers soul,
Heart rending harmonies played on piano,
Bouncing around in sampled hardcore heaven.
808 was a box of delights,
The music lifted and carried forth,
The pulse felt and witnessed from far away on the horizon,
As multitudes of lights and crescendo's ricochet,
Surrounding you in aural delight,
Pulsating vibrations,
Orgasm surpassing sensation...
My bass tube will pump your heart faster,
Pushing you further than you ever went before,
I shall harness your passion with my riffs and jamms,
Capture those pounding feet with my rolling hooks
Dazzle those pretty wide open eyes,
With lights that were sent from heaven.
For I am what you seek...
When you are lost in those nights and moments in time...
I will offer you the music and sights that your heart desires...

2002 By G.T.

[Taz]

Longitude & Latitude.

They can both approach each other from different angles & degrees,
Only passing through each others flux momentarily,
Yet in that instant passing and absorbing monolithic proportions of data,
Sharing every nuance, detail, touch, taste, smell, sense & Image,
They both know what each other did in less than a fraction of a par sec.
They cross every plain, spanning the sea’s far & wide,
No valley too deep, nor planet too far,
They touch everything,
They see all,
They are just incidental harmonics,
A roaming breeze through the voyage of infinity.

2002 By G.T.

[Taz]

Loves dirty little secret.

I have been watching you for some time,
Studying the way you are,
Finding out what you do,
Seeing how you act,
I have learned many things,
Witnessed you in many guises.

I have been amazed at your many surprises,
You are not what you seem,
You do not do, as you are expected,
You break instead of make,
Kill happiness instead of give it,
You are the little death to all who care.

I have tried to be strong,
I tried to be aware,
I knew what you were up to,
Saw what was up your sleeve,
The way that you lie, cheat, hurt and deceive,
I know you for what you are,
Not what you can be.

Why is it that I alone can clearly see?
You are not what you are meant to be?
You walk into our lives,
Change what we know,
Take what we had,
Make us all feel so bad.

It drove me nuts, sent me insane,
Now I want you out of my brain,
I know your dirty little secret,
I will tell all,
Without your lies and deceit you are powerless,
No strength without your lies,
No way to make us hurt then cry.

I will stand up and defy,
You have nothing on me,
I will let the others see,
We believe in some dream,
Yet it’s something that cannot be seen,
Word of mouth is your passport,
We talk about you,
We write about you,
We make films and plays in your name,
We all want to play in your unfair game.

Heed my words; your lies are going to be tamed,
Not ever again will I cry in shame,
No longer burdened by the pursuit,
Lost in feelings never founded on truth,
Always looking for the one,
Missing everyday when I felt that the sun shone,
You broke my heart,
So many, many times,
Believing that you were real,
Yet all you did was steal.

By G.T. 14DEC2002.

[Taz]

Magic Man.

We live in a universe coated, created & nurtured in magic.
Tantalizing tendrils of time & space woven in all its glory.
Weaving wefts of pixie dust with Stargon splinters encrusted deep in the shards.

He waves his hand & casts his spell...
With eyes darker than any night,
No evil glint in those eyes,
Just a starry skied night,
A comet passing over the Flux horizon in his iris.

Solaris in the matrix, Silver in the sheen,
The eyes see all & create more fluctuations in the design.
Cast your eyes within...
THE BOX...
Or not…
Yes, their are no true boxes, so its also a ball.
For nothing has a totally straight edge.

Gelatinous lights spiralled & danced inside the ball floating inside the box,
Reality catching the occasional aspect within or on.
Reflections & shimmers of past & present utter into existence,
Replaying or going through tender or violent moments in time...
Searching for the right temporal flux within the spell the magic man was weaving under his breath...

His hands moving with practiced ease, yet giving doubt to their age.
Dexterous & efficient, yet fluid & eye catching in grace.
They did not just go from A to B with apparent boredom in the task,
They did not flourish as if they had to impress,
They moved with a stealth telling you that they can be seen moving...
But only because they want to be seen.

Magic Man.
By G.T. March the 5th 2003. - V.000a

[Taz]

Moments of weakness.

How can I stop these things I feel,
What can I do or say that will make them go away?
I sort it all out and put it out of my mind,
I wake up feeling fine,
I do what I have to and get things done,
Not a thought of you enters my head.

The day goes by and lots gets done,
I work hard and create what I do,
Hardly a thought in my head about you,
People talk to me all the time,
Asking how it’s going, so I tell them I’m fine,
We chat away or go and play,
Just simply me, being myself,
Like on any normal day.

I have a good day at work and leave with a smile,
Pleased at what I have done,
I write things down, putting them on paper,
Making the words into a sentence,
I like the things that I have created,
It makes me happy when I think of the faces,
When some of the words I write,
Shine the occasional light into some one else’s life.

I feel good and almost back to normal,
I feel I have moved on,
Not fully over what has been,
Yet making progress that can be seen,
Not much to smile at, but still its there,
Not the beaming grin I once knew,
Maybe not as happy as when I was with you,
It is there though in a small way,
Making my life easier day by day.

Then all of a sudden you appear,
Your name pops up onto the screen,
Or you walk into the room,
I hold it in check and block it out,
I carry on with what I am doing,
Laughing with my mates,
Or having a chat,
I let you get on with what you are doing,
Yet I can feel the looks,
Those really hard stares,
People knowing that you are there,
I can hear the questions,
I know we are being talked about.

I am being friendly towards you,
Yet it seems to cause you doubts,
We can’t seem to talk together,
We know it will lead to a scream or a shout,
I try and act, how I once was with you,
Yet no matter what I do it is wrong,
My words seem to come across to you far too strong,
I tried to make you laugh,
Yet you froze me out,
All the hard work of that day just went down the spout.

In that moment of weakness,
You brought all the pain back,
I can’t sit there and ignore you,
It feels so very, very cold,
I wait and wait for you to approach me,
Yet you don’t seem to want to,
All I need is a few simple words,
A little token of friendship,
Not a requiem or a sonnet,
Just more than a simple hello,
I deserve more than that.

Now my moments of weakness are well and truly back,
The walls I managed to rebuild and erect,
Smashed up, caused by one simple crack,
You shattered me with a sentence,
It was as simple as that,
All I did was talk to you quietly,
In the hope to raise a smile,
Trying to show you that things were good,
You just made me take my whisper back.

I leave the room and come back here,
Yet again my head hangs in shame,
I just want to know the fucking rules of your game,
You’re making me angry,
Bringing all this doubt,
For crying out loud, just ball me out,
Call me the names you need to,
Rant and rave,
Stop hiding what your feeling,
It’s driving me insane,
I can’t deal with your coldness,
It makes me feel so bad,
If you keep kicking my emotions,
I will have to fight back.

Don’t make me do this,
For I really don’t want to,
I really never ever want to hurt you,
I know the words I have can cut and sting,
You really don’t want to step inside this ring,
For I will deliver a punch so hard and strong,
Yet in my heart I know it would be so wrong,
You are waking up the animal.

That paces in its cage,
It is full of anger,
It breathes on rage,
It lives inside words,
It walks this very page,
Stalking along the corridors,
Its eyes are alight,
It is trying very hard to take over,
It wants to taste your blood,
To take all the hurt and make all this pain end.

You really need to be careful,
Stop being how you are,
It is not constructive to either of us,
Only hurting us more than we are,
This isn’t a game,
There are no points to score,
Yet somehow this is turning into yet another war,
Don’t wake it up,
Please don’t bring it out,
I couldn’t bear to hear its snarl,
I dread its viscous roar,
It will tear you up and spit you out,
Of this and much more I have no doubts,
It runs in the system,
Building up its steam,
I can hear it in the distance,
A heart-rending howl and a blood chilling scream.

It feeds on my hurt,
Thrives on my pain,
Loves feeding on my moments of weakness,
When my tears fall like rain,
Is this what you want?
Will this help you out?
To see the beast up close and personal,
Will it satisfy your doubts?

Don’t open that door,
Stay away from the key,
For what comes out and hunts you,
Will not be me.

It knows all my weaknesses,
The same way it knows all yours,
It has no mercy,
Has no self-doubt,
It also knows it can hurt you,
Of that is has no doubts,
It will hit you with words where it hurts most,
Take all the good things and make them go bad,
Till it’s taken you to the edge,
Then there is no turning back,
It has no emotion,
It sees no reason,
It can’t be dissuaded once it has started its attack.

It has no physical power,
That is not its weapon of choice,
It uses the words and the feelings,
It remembers you and yours,
It can cut with a comment,
Will continue to shred when it sees tears,
Thrives on the smell,
Lives to taste fear,
A creation of no mother nature,
Never destined to be here,
No animal conceived of love,
Just a primeval being,
Created to defeat those that bring pain.

In our moments of weakness,
We all feel the same,
This beast lives inside us all and not just me,
It’s what keeps us sane,
Yours is out, of that there is no doubt,
Grab it by the scruff of its neck,
Try and pull it back,
Mine is the Alpha,
Yours is not even close,
It will tear yours apart,
Then go for your heart,
I don’t want this,
I hope that neither do you,
For down this road we are spiralling,
The moments of weakness,
Will kill all our emotions,
Without a doubt.

Pull back now,
Lets sort this out,
Put away your beast,
Before mine gets its way,
Yank hard on the leash,
Pull the choker tight,
Bring your monster to heel,
Stop it biting and snapping,
It is simply crying out loud,
I do not know why it is growling,
Or why it has singled me out,
Make it retract it claws,
Most of all do it now.

I did not hurt you,
I caused you no harm,
I was really nice to you,
Helped you smile with my charm,
I tried to right some wrongs,
Wrote you words of passion,
Just because I couldn’t do some of the things,
That you said you needed,
You were told before hand,
Yet you had to be greedy,
The things you wanted were on offer,
In many other ways,
You just misinterpreted them,
I don’t know why, were you in a daze?
I wanted to go some places,
Yet you never took the offers up,
It was all what you wanted,
Not what I needed,
You should have had more faith instead of less,
Then you tried fobbing me of with the rest.

Call your beast to heel,
For mine is so close to coming,
These written words are the only warning,
Watch your moments of weakness,
Or the claws will come out at you.

2002. By G.T.