The Poetry A-Z list.

[Taz]

Near the bendy trees.

The sunlit glade snaked down to the fields of smiles & joy,
Passing through the tall trees where ropes hung & moved slightly in the breeze.
Near the bendy trees...

By G.T. 4th of April 2003.

[Taz]

Needing to find the big show.

So I am charging up, getting ready to go,
Eclectic electric raging with a flow,
Need of a destination,
Looking for the next sensation,
Needing to find the big show.

You will feel my love in my beat,
You will see my heart as I move my feet,
I open my eyes, heart & mind to you,
As I move from shadow into light,
You will see that there is no need to fight,
I am the unheard voice,
I am carried through things you cannot see,
Only when released through certain frequencies, will you need me?

The pursuit of the game

…Finding me is only the beginning.

By G.T. 24th December 2002.
The Dark Digital Artist. v000a.

[Taz]

Never going to.

Blend in the graphics, Slowly raise the lights...
The dance floor awakens...

To the sounds, Breaking more than barriers,
Cracking through the sound,
We bring you visuals by the creators,
The ones who want you back,
I am the bleep that runs through your mind...

No you're never going to stop me, Not ever never going to stop me,
For I am the bleep that courses through your veins,
Every time you here me,
You're feet begin to sway...

I shall catch you with my pulses, Hold you in my waves,
More than this though I will seduce you,
With visions of purple haze,
Hear my beat now....

Here this what I say, The D.J's are biting,
Getting ready to take the reins...

So no, you won't ever stop me, I am the one you need,
To set you free & release you,
Bring your feet to heel,
I will call you forth with beats of delight,
Tasted by only the few,
Those masses in the desert, the dancers on a dew kissed beach.

From dance floor to dance floor,
Iran to Botswana,
Feel my tribal beat,
Australia, Antarctica, to the shores of the USA,
The rhythm is coming,
It heals all wounds & hurts,
Let the rhymes carry you home,
To a more blissful time...

The lights are almost up, and so much has already been said, Yet not a word across the airwaves have you heard,
My music comes in more than just one voice,
My images are contained in many places,
You hear me voice when you see & feel,
I pump the jam when I want,
You will know my name by its tremor...

No you won't want to stop me, You still crave what I can give,
10 million voices,
All screamed for what I once gave...

My home world was the dance floor, I came to show you how it should be done,
You don't pay to reach momentary heaven,
No, no, no & no...
You ain't ever gonna stop this mission, By charging for choons that are class...

They are all lined up, Sat in a neat stack,
Ready to be played,
To caress your ears,
Thrill your heart,
& bring you into a realm...

That is truly mine, My rules of engagement,
My home ground,
Where I rule and you bow to me,
So we can even up the score,
You brought them down,
Made them pay a percentage,
When they made all those fine notes,
You abusing using music leashes,
You are gonna do your time,
Pay for what you did to a clean, clear & sweet beat,
Caged all the dancers,
Who keep things moving along just fine...

That is why you need what I have, Its all that keeps you sane,
Takes you from mundane,
Keeps you from going insane...

The harmonies you all make being happy together,
Are what keep the planet alive,
The spirit made as you take a journey,
Sealing the rifts of beat & time.

[Taz]

Only you.

You stare into the reflective lenses that cover my true eyes,
To remove them means you will see into my very soul,
Riding the thunderstorm that is me so you see who I really am,
Waking you up from the real word,
Breaking through the dream,
To see what lies beyond changes all,
You knew the price...

Only you,
Yes only you took that chance,
Removing my outer eyes to see what lay beyond,
Braving the storm & looking deep,
Waking up & calling my name...

"Save me from the numbness & life I see before me."
"Please I beg of you, bring me from this dream."
"For it is not a dream, it is a nightmare without you."
"I need you're strength to get me through the sunlight & out the other side of the night."
"I'm all alone, won't you please come make me stronger?"
How could I say no?
You knew this & did what you did,
So I took you from the bright lights & the hungry eyes,
Led you deep into the night to places you never knew before,
Opened many sliding doors & moving spaces...

So many pleasurable moments...
Then in the daylight I stood by you as you changed destiny...
Shared depths of sensuality...
Released the woman you always wanted to be...
Wrapped you in my very heart & soul & opened up a door for you...

By G.T on the 3rd of the 9th 2003.

[Taz]

Owned from top to bottom.

I make web pages to practice for when I can afford to own and run my own,
I make images for those pages,
So that when the time comes I can make what I have been designing for many years,
So all the images & web pages created and all the lessons learned will become valuable ones,
Each animation and picture part of a memory attached to a lesson,
Without the key image, I cannot remember the way back to the memory I have learned,
Or what it relates to,
I am trying to build a simple project, nothing too complex,
Just another website in amongst millions,
But one I can call my own.

Owned from top to bottom,
Pages all by me,
Text words and numbers,
Coded & concept from my own mind,
The numbers it gets and the cash it makes all destined for me,
Due because I earned them,
Paying for my time & Trouble,
Nothing more nor less,
All credit given,
Any respect due.

By G.T. 01-12-02.

[Taz]

Paying the price.

Inside my heart I am so alone, it seems hat no one can reach in and touch my soul,
Inside my head I am alone on a beach, on an island I created to save me from the rest of the world,
I have peace and tranquillity from the outside world, no pollution or stress invade my domain,
Yet the price I pay for this paradise is the single beating of a heart, when it should be in rhythm with another,
It plays a concerto of rapture, the sweetest of aria to call forth the soul mate it needs,
Playing to an audience unknown and unseen, no bravo or applause does it seek,
The thunderous crescendo it reaches without a soul to witness, every stroke of the key lost in time,
My lifeblood pulses through my veins, icy cold yet free.
Paying this price is worth it to me.

Paying the price.
26/6/2002. By G.T.

[Taz]

Phases.

I go from this to that, at the drop of a hat.
All because I want to, for no reason and no rhyme,
Mark these prints well, for they will soon be aflame, the path I follow, leading me away from the insane.
That place that has been causing my soul to drain, sucking the very life out of me,
Taking away from me, what was once mine, my time and my quest, the path I choose to lead?
Caught in the space between music and time, where a dancer’s heart roams free, caught in the lights.
Enhanced by the strobe effect on the cortex of his excitement.
As he taste’s the true feeling of how it is to be alive.
To truly shine in the beat of life itself, carried by the hands of the music.
Bringing more than just a body, mind and visual together, but adding emotions to a wounded body.
The beat moves on, and the lyrics change.
The vocals are not quite the same,
I catch it’s beat as I move my feet, smoke is in my eyes as I look for you in the ethereal night.

Full of blue’s and purple mirror reflections.
Surrounded by the red lights running into hot pink,
As the mirror cast’s the reflection, through the ultra violet lights,
And smoke filled dance floor, of a mind’s eye.
Captivated by the company, the venue and the music.
Caught in my mind, All was so good, the times of my life.
The sweat still dripping, The smile and the passion still were showing.

So I catch the common thread of the lyrics I have playing in my head…
All about how the phases of the music, are much alike the phases of our lives,
We start our life to music, the Ooo’s and the aaah’s of a mother, to her newborn child,
Whilst she tries to comfort it in its first precious moments, when close with its live giver.
To the chorus of, ‘It’s a boy’, or the different arias of ‘She’s a girl'.
We start life with this music first, the vocal talents and ranges,
And it’s ability, to enhance calm and peace in our ever growing, new knowledge acquiring world.
A place where nice people sing to us, show us music means something.
A tune followed by a smile, is the educating way.
In a place and time when we knew nothing…
We knew what music was…

Phases part 1.
18/04/2002.

[Taz]

Places to stand.

Places we are familiar with, or places we know,
Somewhere we visit more than once or for a reason,
We feel part of what is there.

In these places there are many types of people,
Who all stand where they do,
They all have their own reasons,
They all make their own choices.

We take in the scene around us & we are surrounded by music & lights,
It is dark & Smokey, mirrors & images line the walls,
Small lights highlight certain details or features,
Key things are in the needed places,
The room is what it is intended to be.

People operate or work in this room,
This area has a purpose,
The goings on here are orchestrated,
Things follow a laid out design,
In amongst the random is a theme,
The clock ticks for a reason,
Seconds of time flow to a pattern,
The sweep of the hands marks the sequences taking place,
In the inner workings of confusion this never stops,
If you watched long enough you would see yourself passing in time.

Are you part of the scene, or part of the disease?

Places to stand.
By G.T. 4th of April 2003.

[Taz]

Play for me said the pied piper.

Where I went they followed,
Where I walked they came,
In long lines they meandered,
Captivated, enraptured & soulfully free.

Come to me was the command,
One that they could not disobey,
Walking through the rain & night they came,
Serene pleasure across their faces.

Non compliance was not an option,
Follow they must,
& follow they would,
To not too would be unthinkable.

Play for me said the pied piper.
By G.T. 5th of April 2003.

[Taz]

Pray.

Now you see the pain they cause,
Now you see why I was what I was,
Now you see what I really am.

You better pray.

I can see the feelings in your eyes,
I can see your reasons why,
I can see why you want to try.

You better pray.

No don't ever get mad,
No I don't ever fear,
No I don't ever feel.

You better pray.

You see the justice of speed,
You see the power of the need,
You can almost taste the desire of freedom.

You better pray.

You better pray I don't find my way back,
You better pray I don't cast my eyes on you,
You better pray you don't close your eyes & see me,
You better pray I never turn up in your dreams.
You better pray cos you threw it all away,
So get on your knees & pray now,
Cos maybe one day you won't have the time as the bars of your life flow away like the heartbeats in my drum....

You better pray I never catch you in my beat,
You better pray you never step into my arena,
You better pray you don't feel my music.

You better pray.

Pray.
17th April 2003 By G.T.

[Taz]

Promises & Lies.

A lonely heart, devoid of a soul,
Searching for one to make it whole,
In need of love, but not just any love,
Someone to make me whole and fulfilled,
Someone to take away the pain of my past,
A wondering angel,
With the heart to repair this broken man.

So Tired of promises and lies,
People running to their own agenda,
Why do I always attract the takers and fakers?

Am I cursed to roam this earth alone?
Without a true love, one to call my own?
I was once a free spirit,
Now I am just flotsam on a lonely shore,
Searching for a message in a bottle,
Or a genie in a lamp,
Looking for someone to make a connection with,
Something more than a physical attraction,
Trying to find a higher plane of understanding,
More than a touch or a kiss,
Longing for a thought or an action to change my world.

1999. By G.T.

[Taz]

Poem for Tanya & Phil.

I was so glad on the day, that we met, my heart skipped more than a beat
The scene was set for the fun to begin, down a dark street.
For this is where you swept me off my feet,
That Irish accent spoke softly down my ear sends shivers down my spine,
You’re every touch and your tender kiss is like a fine wine,
I look into your eyes and I tingle all over,
You called me Tepee, but I said I was Sleepy,
I call you Tigger, cos it makes you bigger.

We have been together for two months,
While we have been together, time has stood still,
I miss you when we are apart,
For I need your thrill.
I crave your touch,
For I like it so much,
You do things to me I dare not say,
Especially when you have your little wicked way!

You asked me out, I said I have doubts
I said I’ll have to make enquires,
Inside I was all smiley,
You were so coy and then you went all shy,
It was so sweet I wanted to cry,
You asked me on the phone, I thought better give the dog a bone,
So I made you wait, though not to frustrate,
For I want you near.

I’ve been away and now have a lot to say,
Wont you give me the chance, so that we can share another day.

The card you sent was oh so sweet,
So to return your favour I send this as my treat,
It touched my heart and stirred my soul,
I really hope this was your goal,
For my heart is yours if you want it,
I am all yours mind, body and soul.

By G.T. 2002.

[Taz]

Politics of G.T.

I like many other people have opinions,
I like many others like to discuss them...
So I like my music free for a start, not because I am cheap, or the fact I cannot afford it with my income, but because I love it, it beats in time with my heart & soul & touches something so deep inside, without it I am lost.
With no Salva Mea's or Last trains to Trancentral I am a man on a mission, but with no goal or target to reach, I am climbing a hill with no peak.
I need the caress of its touch to bring me out of the clouds of everyday life, my feet need to tap out a tattoo to fuel my need.
I want to ride on that moment when the artist laid down a track so sublime it wraps you in ecstasy.
I want to get trapped in that moment when the vocal fades out & the melody & beat drop back in,
Caught in the kick of the dance floor rush as it goes back up to the top,
Just before the roof gets ripped of & it all goes insane,
When the tune is about to get dropped.
For I had the heart of a lion when I had the opportunity to rip off my exterior,
Show who & what I truly was,
The animal worshipping inside of me called for you all the time,
It stopped me going insane.
Your calming beat that moved my feet,
Those hypnotic vibes saved me many times,
I have heard the music you sent,
Oh yes I have heard many of your forms in some extreme places,
So many roads have I travelled with you near or around surrounding me with a moment of tranquillity.

Politics of G.T.
By G.T 24th of February 2003.

[Taz]

Prophecy.

It is coming,
The music arrives soon,
I will lay the music of my soul down,
As soon as I can.

I need tools that seem impossible to find in this realm and existence,
It’s always claimed all free,
To a certain degree…

Well to where it might work and be of use,
To much stuff about,
Not enough of it works,
When I have the tools,
To create a Bliss effect,
I will show you what I mean…

Surrounded by all the colours, sounds and pictures,
I will truly amaze, I will be in full effect,
More than one dimension,
A whole panorama,
More than a laser on a wall,
To lay it down to you all on a dance floor,
How it was for me,
Show you how a DJ should be,
Know his crowd,
Amongst the many,
Of the chosen few.

The raver’s of spirit,
Looking for a home,
Where the outside cannot stop,
The mingling of our minds,
The quest for the music,
Where to hear the audio,
Has no cost other than to enjoy,
Where you are free to dance.

I will lay you in and out of N’Trance,
Push Felix up you’re shoulder blades,
Plus lay a path to “Confusion!”
Of the film fame,
Music to bring a crowd together,
Just to share the music and not the violence,
A place of people just dancing,
Getting down with there bad selves.

Push you with Stu Allen,
Show you that there is somebody out there.

Who wants to show you that it isn’t all words?
Vocals and music are only part of the effect,
I want to take you beyond wire frame,
In you’re dance-fuelled releases of adrenaline,
When the mental calm washes over you,
Has its purging effect,
Made you be so much more human,
Pleasanter by some degree.

The music is washing over you,
As the bass flows out,
Many versions all thrown in,
Mixed up for the ravers,
Tune over tune,
Bringing it in,
Mixing it out,
Just trying to get you,
To scream “Choon” out.

Make you feel the music,
Help you see the light,
No religion and no war,
On this most hallowed of dance floors,
Where the masses rule,
The ones in there thousands,
No race, colour or creed,
Just all with a single need,
To dance till the dawn,
Then beyond,
Have the music, lights and visuals,
Available on a screen…

For those moments when,
You need to feel the need,
To live again a moment,
When you’re mind is up to speed,
Where there is some more depth,
Additions and choice many,
To go for many reasons,
Looking for the chosen few.

Those who do not want to see blood,
Spilt for a need less cause,
No more child abuse and rape,
Witness and character defamations,
More pride and fewer prejudices,
No religious or racial attacks,
The game to getting there,
Is all part of the fun?
Not part of the cost,
I will bring you sounds and visuals,
That will blow some of you away,
I hope that day will be soon,
Till that day, this is my start.

I will make you feel,
How you need to feel,
Bring the beat up higher,
Take you faster than before,
A rhythm and quest is this motion,
To simply open you’re mind…

A place to feel whom,
You really are inside,
When you let you’re soul free,
You see us in the media,
How we used to be,
Not saying it was right,
The past was cheaper,
Than before corporations stamped us out,
Music fat cats who owned more than they should,
The artist made to suffer,
While there talents are controlled,
Before it all went digital,
When the music sold out.

We were shut down,
Music lost in the past,
Shown on the news,
In a brief understated quote,
Never properly shown,
For what we, truly are.

A DJ held his crowd,
Conducted them with light,
Showed them door ways up,
Into that starry night,
Lead us through the castles in the sky,
To the real music realm beyond,
From what filtered into the chart,
Into certain homes,
Is coming back so fast,
It will blow ‘ya’ mind!

Take away all the frills,
Make it back to what it once was,
Let the music roam free,
Change how it wants,
We are so restricted now,
Music is hard to find.

The prophecy is a legacy,
Part of the past,
Coming slowly towards us,
As the past merges with the future,
Beyond what you just hear and see,
A better place for you and me.

Getting to see and feel that experience now,
You can only taste a fraction,
Even when looked for,
In all the many Super Club experience,
Tremendous costing,
Yet easy to find,
Strict enforcements placed,
Unnecessary hassle,
When the past was so different,
Sat in the choice of whatever wheels you preferred,
Chilling to your own mix,
Or those of you’re choice,
Playstations and TV’s,
Thrown in the back,
The hardware of that car,
Wasn’t it surely being the sound system?

That bass filled heart!
Till you reached you’re fun filled destination,
Having a good time getting there,
Not a cost, more of a reward,
Another pleasant reminder,
Of a night spent in dreamland,
Caught in the Rapture,
Light, strobe, vocal and visual,
Of this cyber V.R Poet,
The place that is I.

I will bring it back,
Note by note,
Learning it’s every name, singer and chorus,
To bring you to you’re knees,
Praise the makers of the music though,
Not me, the club will pay my fee,
You go dance, be free,
Take the time to be who, what, and why,
You really want to be…

Maybe now is a time to open you’re mind…

Music made from memories, when they once played again,
Music controlled by some musical god, laying anchor with you’re soul,
He reached into the minds, and pulled out the ones you know,
Laid out a few warning tracks, ready for the big show,
Warmed us up and got our inside out,
Showed us the door, switched on the light,
Played the music needed in our drug filled night,
Then watched us dance, and set the floor alight,
A beacon for all the other ravers, that the dance floor is open.

The DJ means business, when we attack,
Chewing up the music, in a playful attack
Warming the crowd up, breaking the ice,
Showing that the music has been set free, time for you and me,
To play to the crowd, a few choon’s was our fee,
Simple and easy, no drama or fuss,
Just a simple mental image of perfection,
When a moment went right,
The place went dark and. then the lights came out,
Senses set alight, Music having its weekend attack.

The DJ’s knew their time, and there place,
To show the crowd a new kind of “out of space!”

More panoramic horizons,
Visual and stimuli,
Upon reflected moments,
When a fragment of time,
Turns around and bites you in the eye,
Turn around bright eyes,
Over and again,
Songs keep coming from the past,
Let’s celebrate the joy,
Of the many versions and mixes,
Made over the time.

I want to bring you those visuals and thoughts,
Put more than words, lights, music and visuals,
Upon the optics of you’re eyes,
Make them touch your souls,
Bringing back the past,
Teaching what I know,
Bring together like-minded people,
On a quest to explore.

By G.T. 2002.

[Taz]

Quench the desire.

Happiness leads to loneliness,
Uncontrollable urges to be far away,
Listless nights of passion suspend only the feeling,
Yet cannot quench the desire.

Quench the desire
By G.T. 8th of March 2003.

[Taz]

Questions.

These are the questions I would ask you as a D.J...
Why can't you see, we've got to come together...
R.A.F.
Remix.
Orinoco flow.
Vocals:- We've got to live together, we've got to live in peace, we've got to come one.
Faithless remix G.T.W.4.U.
Everybody, in every nation, everybody given a voice,
Everybody given a choice,
Everybody given a chance...
Give the world a global dance.


By G.T. 8th January 2002.

[Taz]

Rapture.

Down in the pits of my eyes you saw things you would rather not have seen,
They were wide open for you to see as deep as you dared look,
You wanted to avoid looking yet could not,
You felt you had to see what you could see,
I could have eaten your soul while you looked,
Should I have chosen too..

The monsters that lay within them had been subdued,
The sounds & visuals of the evening had given them their fill,
So though you walked amongst leviathans you were in no real danger,
They had already been out & played,
Creating chaos & uproar where they chose to stomp their feet,
They had already feasted on the noise & vibration,
Tasted & then quenched their desires on the crowds,
Yet you knew the chance you took by staring deep into my pupils...

Nothing could ever be the same once you had tasted with your own eyes what lay inside mine,
Seeing so deep into my darkened soul caught you in a rapture as yet unknown to you,
Part of my soul was akin with you & entranced you into my dark light,
You put up no fight, chose what you needed & knew where you wanted to be,
You said they scared you when you looked into them,
Yet look you did & kept doing...

Like all strong passions we burned with a fiery intensity,
& in the end it was inevitable that it would bun out,
But you knew in the here & now it was what you needed,
You stepped into my eyes & tasted my soul,
Wrapped yourself in my life & my ways,
Joined me on my path & crusade,
Even tasted love's sweet biscuit to see through my eyes...

You watched me showing my inner rage,
Working my way through the crowds,
Blazing a trail through the others,
Eyes flashing with fire & passion,
Like lightening through the air,
I sizzled & crackled my way through the dark,
Showing only briefly in the shafts of light that would also streak the night.

I was laying waste to what space I could find or make,
Giving my all & showing my intensity,
Movement fast & fleeting,
Yet subtle & fluid,
Tempo rising by the moment,
Another crescendo & peak about to be reached,
& on you watched & on you desired...

DIGITAL POETRY VERSION AVAILABLE.

[Taz]

Rave.

Can j00 find me, I am that little beep in the back of your mind,
Looping round and round, in beat and time,
My foot picks up the rhythm, your heart beats in time,
I come to you in waves, across the dance floor,
I call out to all my children...

Oh and they came..

My name upon there lips...

RAVE!

In tens of thousands they came, calling for my pulse,
Night after night calling for me, to set them free.

I jumped from person to person,
Releasing them with my touch,
Drifting through the nights air,
From those in the field dancing, to those sat in there cars, still trying to find the way,
To those lost in the hue and colour of the lights and speed,
Looking at the cavalcade of colours, as the carnival of the fair washes away the pain.

I danced naked through the night, right through till daytime,
Hundreds of hands pointing and calling my name,
As I beat my drum, watching angels and shooting stars fly through the sky.

The ravers came and praised, whenever it was time,
To let the troubles free, who gives a fuck,
My job sucks, and my life is shitty,
Built up grime released, when you enter the neutral zone,
Where only the right music will do,
The single song that will take away all that day,
As my chemicals cleanse your brain...

Yes I am the music, the one who helps you out,
Beat with my time, and like a dealer I can take away the pain,
I'll inject you with a poison that will stop you going insane,
It'll make you want to jump on the dance floor, and let loose there instead,
Take all your anger and frustration out on me young ravers, I'm here all the time.

I travel the night in hundreds of vehicles, the music filling the night,
Song after song being resurrected, mixed in a different way or to a different time,
For your pleasure only, as we mixed our minds,
I took away all the worry, no war or pain here,
Kept you sane and sensible, when duty called you to the other time,
Just glimpses of me in your ears, helped keep my memory alive,
You were kept away from your music, deprived of your scene destined for your time.

I still hunt amongst you, though not as many call my name,
Neither weak nor hungry, I watch with the few,
We still stand amongst you, looking for the old times,
We have that little bit of information you seek, a hint for the next clue.

She dances over, says "Ello babes, looks like you know the score."

[Taz]

Rave Part II.

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,
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.

I am the pulse,
The brightest of lights,
When a hundred million ravers stared into that night,
I was the one that was burning so bright,
It was me they looked too,
My name they called,
Me that they wanted,
They called me rave.

2002 By G.T.

[Taz]

Raving in the fast lane.

When those tribal beats catch your feet,
You just have to give in to it,
Let the week wash away,
Release those pumping rhythms,
Starting by rolling your shoulders,
Letting the grief roll away on a lifting beat,
Your eyes pulsing in time to the music,
The images of the trials and tribulations vanishing with each new strobe flash and crescendo,
The pulsing vibrations have you now...
You are dancing in time...

You move away from the bar or the D.J box,
Be it where you hang or cruise,
When you are raving in the fast lane,
You always have a good vantage spot,
Somewhere near the D.J, with clear line of sight to the dance floor,
& A well known - eyes closed - foot sure - memory locked & imprinted way to get to the highest most visible dancing spot, where the lights are the best and the music can be felt, the visual panorama a feast for the eyes and the minds splendours...

The place you can download your troubles, while you are waiting for the launch...

You await the D.J's every move, anticipate his every choice...

You come here every weekend and know his box of tricks,
You watched from the sidelines while others went on a dance floor strike...

Attacking the specially coated floor,
Caught them watching themselves in the mirrors,
Being enraptured with the visual and aural show,
Laughed as you got to watch hundreds before you get lost in the musical electro rave show.

You witnessed the lights pulsing,
Watched the speakers vibrate,
Felt the pulse of the feet through the floor when the music went into overload...

Heard the chant of the crowd demand for someone to "Get the fuck outa here!"
Rejoiced as it was time to "Open your mind",
Over the years you saw the whistle posse blow to "The drummer getting wicked".

Seen guys getting hand jobs, girls getting groped,
Watched strippers on video,
greased up & ready to go,
They would pump for a buck,
With a robotic tone and a rolling beat the anthem of the strippers and G string rang clear out!

It called to me in a voice so clear my mind could not shut it out,
Through the darkness and the writing on the wall,
The sticky floor and cans of Red Stripe lining the tables,
Amongst the dark corner loving gay men,
The podium strutting trannies and drama loving lesbians,
From the corner of the straights came the dance floor saviour,
The one who would show the D.J,
Unite the raving crowd in to one,
Bring together the lights and the lasers,
Put together the images and treble,
Mix in the left and the right & centre the balance,
The requester of the choons,
The memory of this and that,
The key to certain memories,
The introducer and fixer,
The barman's best mate,
A doorman's back up,
A spotter amongst the crowd...

Yes I was the raver on a dance floor...

But, I wasn't always so...

Nor am I any more...

Time has evolved me...

The music has changed...

The images call out just as loud now...

The dance floor and the destruction may have faded...

But the call and the voice are as loud and as close as ever...

When I first met them I used to watch from the crowd,
Then when it had me I was the leader of the dance,
I called the shots and named that choon,
I gave them the moves and showed them how,
To move in time to the music,
How the night should be,
When to drop the lights and speed it up,
When to start the dance...

Devoted my speed and aggression,
Opened up my passion,
Laid it all on the line,
Gave every ounce of adrenaline...
Burned bright in the lights...
I was part of the orchestration...
One of the dancer vampires of the weekend nights...
That was when the music bit with the venom...
& awakened my true calling...
Called forth my true needs...
Showed me what I had been training for when lost in all those years of music...

While I was raving in the fast lane...

01-12-02. By G.T.

[Taz]

Raw pulsing warmth.

& oh my god, his dick was like, well like heat.
Just hot, raw pulsing warmth, hard and glowing, but a sensual glow.
Just with a heat comparable to the speed of a locomotive pumping away.

By G.T. 14DEC2002.

[Taz]

Ready to believe.

They were shapes, fragments, shadows in the night,
Every now & then lit up as a strobe light cast it's light.

They were nothing, yet...

Yet they were everything.

In many ways, they captured the room in a heartbeat,
They walked in & the music became clearer,
Purer somehow,
The lights rose slightly then gently faded as the evening really began now they were here,
Everything changed, including the air & atmosphere...

They were everything I had dreamed they would be...

They had the skills I knew they would teach me...

I knew they were also looking for me...

Somehow they had lost their way,
Finding me later than they should have,
But the time was made up,
A bond was formed straight away...

Leaps of faith were made & instruction given,
New eyes open & focused,
Self balanced & pure,
Ready to believe...

I was born for that moment, I was where I was always meant to be,
Doing what I knew how too,
Being what I was...

Sometimes you have to stand up for what you like,
What you are,
What you love.

This was my time,
I stood up for me,
I stood up for the music,
& when I stood up...

I made sure I was counted.

By G.T on the 3rd of the 9th 2003.

[Taz]

Reverence of the past.

Soul slowly dying,
Horizon glinting in the distance,
Reverence of the past shine so bright,
Crimson rays light up my sky,
Caught in the roundabout of this existence,
Witnessing the frailties of human nature...

Maybe a good day to die....

Or just the time to try...

By G.T. 2002.

[Taz]

Romance across a dance floor.

Under the lights of the night she stood,
Glass in hands, eyes reaching out to a world once remembered,
A slither of a beat teases her ears, reminding her more of the ghost's of the past,
She stares once more, lovingly, tenderly and with so much passion towards the dance floor.

Caught in the capsule of nostalgia, she is stood by the side of the dance floor,
A figure emerges from the crowd, head down, eyes forward, and one place only on this mind.

His eyes a window into his mind, thoughts shining, intent made known,
On the man walks, unbeknown to her.

She remembers that night, when the music, the air, the light had been just so right.

He had held her in his arms, so tight,
He had seduced her on the dance floor, no Tango or waltz,
but today’s hard dance anthems were his beat,
He had captured her mind, and then taken her body, and entranced a soul forever.

The music is building, the time is getting close,
and his foot finds the beat and moves cigarette buts across the floor,
He does not talk, he just stares, and eyes, body and mind getting in synchronization,
Preparing to batter the music into submission.

Ready to cope with the lust and passion about to be released.

Let every body know his transmission,
Time to set the frequency, tune in the dance floor, and drill his feet to the beat.

She senses quiet in the night, like a stranger caressing her cortex she remembers a person,
Reminds her of the quiet that proceeded his storm, in a different time but same place,
The touch of his hot flesh, and his muscle hardened skin and his smell from his lair,
Oh yes she could smell his heat, sense the raw energy that coursed through his brain,
Could see the look of freedom in his eyes behind the micro storm look in his iris,
She knew that if she followed him down those steps that she was lost to life as it was,
She knew that down those steps were his dance floor and his domain, His cosmos and lair,
No precedence had been seen yet nor rules did she know,
So how could she know the cost when the tax remained to be set?

In the time it took her to have that thought, the beast had already opened an eye,
It was proceeding to cast its gaze on the assembled gathering but was waiting for a pulse,
It required something to get its heart racing later; first it needed a steady simple jolt,
His mind was aware of some of this but not all; He did not care what the beast did,
He only cared that the beast came and did its job, then left when it had fed to be seen later,
The lights and sounds were all he required at the moment, to just entertain his brain,
Just standing round marking time and waiting for the Novocain train, the E-XPRESS.

Needing to release his body yet again from the ordinary life on planet earth.

He waited for his tune, and his beast waited for its pulse,
She sips her drink and it reminds her how he used to make her rush,
She spills her drink and grins, moisture all around her lips, there was no surprise,
What she did not expect was the very hot, very uncomfortable blush,
Was that a remembered memory of a night of wanton lust, when the bed got abused?

A hot summer night where the heat of the sun was left shaded by body heat,
She reprimands her wayward thoughts, instead thoughts move on to the night at hand,
She gazes around the room looking for any face she might have once known,
Sees how the place has grown and changed, like an old friend getting his ear pierced.

The blood starts with the first beat,
The first convulsion the strongest the rest not far behind.

The blood flow doubles then trebles.

Muscles going into overload, reflexes going mental.

But the drugs are in your veins and the beast is let loose.

You can definitely feel it in your fingers; I’ve been told you can also feel it in your toes,
Love is certainly all around you, and feelings really do grow.

Then when your reflexes catch up, you have to wait for the sensory download.
You’re thinking ten times faster, absorbing more information than before.
It’s not all lights and lasers.
It’s more than just mindless dance.
You’re reading peoples feelings, giving them a proper first chance.
Letting your eyes see what is really out there, and what the mind can see.
Sorting out solutions to world problems, by teaching nations how to chill the fuck out.
It's’ not big, or clever, when I took my first pill I never had any doubts,
Russian roulette was the name of this game and when I lost my turn it would put my flame out.
The beast rages through my senses, flicking lights and switches, turning my systems on one by one.
No reason did it need except that it was free? No questions or illusions, only what your mind can see.
For the beast is the inner you, some choose drugs to set it free.

Give it a chance to be what it wants to be.
What better place to do it than on a night club dance floor?

These were some of his thoughts, but no where near them all,
For in the moment just last, he felt eternities pass,
Yes there are drugs in his system, and to him the music does sound alive,
She knew it the moment she had laid her eyes upon his bare topped body,
Knew by his sweat and gleam that his system was not clean,
That the sweat soaking his pants was earned in a drug fuelled trance,
Like a car on nitro, his body tuned and ready for a wax,
All ports cleaned and ground, inter cooler sprays set to max,
Body and mind like horse and power.

Music beat rhythm and melody, in time with body and dance.

Ready to achieve its finest hour.

The stage is set, the lights are low, and the DJ judges the mood correctly,
He knows his crowd well, and due to this he can tell,
That the time is right to depart to the road for hell,
In the box he then delves, looking for a charm, hoping for a spell,
Trying to cast enchantment, a route to mind entrapment,
Lyrically superior, digitally enhanced, with riffs of piano and old Skool.

Time to bring out....

The lord of this dance.

Across the room the notes float, finding their way through the night,
Like they were best friends and are getting comfortable for a night of fun,
The music filters through your skin and sets the vibration going in your ear,
Your internal drum starts to register the beat and sends the signal to your brain,
Every nerve that it touches comes to life; each sense reached doing more than before,
When the signal hits your brain the music has already burned half your body,
So it’s to late when it grabs your brain, because it’s already time to dance.

Thoughts like this are pushed to the back of his mind as he tries to orchestrate the music with his body,
attempting to hit every drum hit and bass beat with a stab of his hand or stomp from his feet.

In rhythm and time he never misses a beat, graceful in motion but firm and strong,
passion and pain in equal measure this dancer by nature did truly take pleasure in ripping up the dance floor whenever he could.
Not ashamed was he to take pleasure in doing what to him felt good and others always gave approval for.

For he really was a dancer at his core and due to this had a love for music known by only a few others who could hear it as he did.

Confidence was gained where there was none before, clashes with women stopped being no score.

The music brought out the primal man, the drugs brought an open door.

Her eyes flash open, she knows this tune, her heart knows its every sound,
She reaches for her drink while mental connections restore,
In the corner of her eye, over by that guy.

A moment of introspection leads your eye to the reflection,
To the face of the name of your mental memory search,
the answer to the question that has had your mind running over time.

You see his face, you hear his name, and this can’t be true she must be insane,
Same club, same dance floor, same tune and same dancer,
This was the same romancer, who took her heart all those years ago,
He had cut her soul from the restrictions of the planet and shown her planet ecstasy,
He had not asked nor had he begged, she had gone as a willing volunteer,
She got lost in his cloud of happiness, and entranced in his dance,
She still cherished memories from their stormy past,
Oh god how he had seduced her when he knew her eye was upon him,
He had been told she was watching and had a new fan,
She had watched him from all angles as he moved around the dance floor,
Now he knew a certain change he went through as she saw his predator eyes,
He turned to her face on and lowered his for head and tilted down the lenses of his shades,
Shock did show, and worry did grow, for these eyes had blades,
One look would do far more than kill; it would taste a thrill,
A storm raged for supremacy in those eyes,
Behind the storm lay a passion of depth and an emotion more pure, that it left love behind.

Those eyes could convey a message that no word could ever attempt,
It could inform of pure passion and deviousness, lust and depravity,
It whispered what you want to hear in the throws of passion,
Showed you that all your desires can be fulfilled,
If you are free and ready, when you can take the chance, join me on the dance floor,

You will laugh, you will cry, you will come all over it, if I’m given the chance.

His body backed up his visual message, while he raved himself out.

Yes she remembered the fear that his eyes had set of in her heart,
How much her brain had told her to look away,
Yet another part of her had turned her head and made her think carnal pleasure,
She saw behind the eyes after many failed attempts, seen the serenity of his mind,
She got caught in his happy pleasure and became part of his time.

Romance across the dance floor.
By G.T. 11th of July 2001.

[Taz]

Salva Mea.

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...

I cry Salva Mea and she plays,
She leads me to somewhere I once knew,
It takes me higher than an eagle on the wind,
She stroked the keys till I could see,
The sound pushing new boundaries in pleasure,
As it builds my soul gets stronger,
Just another reason to live,
Lost in what was,
Finding out what will be,
Salva Mea I can now see.

Oh Salva M - E - A, why can't j00 s - a - v - e me?"
Damn I want this Choon, put it on my decks...

Spread those beats far and wide,
Play with all the timings,
Lay down that Choon,
To a land so fine,
Hearing her in a new mix,
Would be just divine...

You had no idea what this would mean to me,
Yet you created something ponderous,
It comes round again,
Looping track over track,
Waves of beat fall at my feet,
Sending me back,
To that place I once loved,
Feeling as I once was,
The rhythm in time,
The sound so fine,
My mind explodes,
I can see the light.

Hands raised to the sky,
As the bass blows my mind,
The melody sets my soul alight,
Gradually raising out of the ashes,
Ready to see another day,
Trying to find another way,
No more lost in the dark,
Your music leading the way,
Never to cry Salva Mea another day!

2002.By G.T.

[Taz]

Screams & Dreams.

I now see the world through a different set of eyes,
Eyes that have seen pain, suffering and torment,
With a body, that carries countless scars,
More than that though, a heart that cannot be hurt anymore than it already has been.

Who stands over me in the night and counts my screams as I sleep?
When every time I close my eyes I revisit all the tortures and torments of the past,
Who will hold my hand as I take my nocturnal walk through the misery of memories,
When my waking mind relinquishes its grip to my subconscious?

Night after night, I visit the demons of my past,
Time after time I have to confront old enemies and demons,
It is relentless and ongoing, this pain I suffer,
Seemingly endless in its onslaught to my once placid mind.

Why can I not be the man that I want to be?
Why can I not go back to the man I once was?
What single defining moment was the one that caused this inner turmoil?
These questions and more are what corrupt my dreams and cause me too scream.

Am I finally realizing that the inner child has died?
Alternatively, is it just a case of I do not like who and what I have become?
I am not a shadow of my former self, what were once strengths are now weakness,
My values are the same but every one else’s has changed.

I was moulded and nurtured by a caring mother,
Then taken apart piece by piece by a mindless machine,
Character assassination was its mission,
Enveloping me into its collective was its program.

What happened to the person I once was?
Will I ever become the thing that I most desire?
Most of all will I ever find the inner peace that I so need?
For this I crave beyond anything, I have ever craved in my life before.

Am I just going to be left with screams and dreams?
On the other hand, will I ever be able to close my eyes again and dream as you do?
Thoughts of happy times elude me, yet find you.
Has my subconscious been assimilated by the corruption I have experienced?

Who ever wrote about sunshine after the rain should spend a night in my head
With the sights I see night after night, the only thing after the rain is the cyclone of trauma to follow.
My mind is just a miscellaneous item on my dreams current,
Washed from shore to shore without respite or shelter.

When you close your eyes, what do you see?
Do you see your children happy at play?
Do you see your loved one in the throws of passion, entwined in your arms?
Maybe you see the happiness of the futures to be.

Well aren’t you the lucky one, none of those for me,
I see death and destruction every where I look,
To add insult to injury though it is all caused by me,
Even though in my heart of hearts I know that I am not capable of this mutilation.

I would never raise my hands except in self-defence.
I am not like others, who seem to be able to hurt at will,
I have witnessed enough violence to last several lifetimes,
So why does this constantly haunt my dreams?

Is my mind trying to make me into something I have always fought against?
Have I been converted into thinking violence is my final choice?
Are these visions in my dreams the reality that I face?
If this is so then I must end my life, for I could not live with the future.

I cannot become what I see in my visions whilst I sleep,
I will not enjoy the pain that I cause and reap,
To inflict pain on another human or animal is something I detest,
So why is it that visions of this are all I dream?

Yet again, my eyes grow weary,
My body cries out for the sleep that it so needs,
Yet, no rest or solace does it find?
Just more visions of hell and countless screams in my dreams.

2001. By G.T.

[Taz]

Searching.

I see all my friends lost in love and I wait,
One day it must be my turn, to find a mate,
I get in the frame of mind, thinking theirs something wrong with me,
All I want to do is settle down and get some loving.

I find myself searching all around,
Searching for someone too love, one to hug, one to kiss,
Searching, but all I seem to do is miss.

My friend’s lives are so full; mine is so empty,
You cannot help but get resentful,
I have love to give, but no serious takers,
All I attract is the empty, soulless users and fakers,
When am I going to find my love?

When am I going to find that special one?

I find myself searching all over,
Searching for a love so strong,
Searching for someone to fill my life.

The weekend over and still no sign of her,
It is frustrating; all I want to do is share myself,
I store all my hugs and kisses, saving them for you,
I do not know your name; I have never seen your face,
I have looked north, East, South and West,
All I ever do is try my best.

I find myself searching high and low,
Searching for a love eternal,
Searching for my soul mate.

I do not want to end my life alone,
I am tired of waking up on my own,
Why can't I find you? Why can't we meet?
I know given the chance I would sweep you off your feet,
I am no Tarzan, no Einstein either,
All I want to do is give my love to you.

You can be Blonde or Brunette,
Eyes of Blue, Brown or Green,
Whatever it takes, I will keep on searching for you.

Therefore, I find myself Searching,
Searching for the one,
Searching for you.

I will carry on searching,
Searching the world,
Searching until I find you.

1993. By G.T.

[Taz]

Sentinel Part 2.

Bring me home with your two tribes warble and boom boom bass lines,
That's how you like bass,
Dished out by the truck load, pumping out from the amps,
Instrumental melody drummed out to reel us in,
Catch our souls one by one,
As we all fly carelessly into the sky,
You hold us in your arms,
Watch over us while we are gone,
Then bring us back to life when reality has left us,
That is how we pay the price.

The Sentinel Part II.
By G.T. 27DEC2002.

[Taz]

Shadow at the grave of a raver.

I once typed my name,
I entered a certain word,
Recorded my monogram,
I have created a legend,
Started a word...

Created an apparition...

An image within the cube...

A fact in the fiction...

A light cycle in a virtual world...

For I need to recreate for someone else,
What happened to me,
For that is the price I have to pay,
The favour I have to return...

So when the few that knew me stand by the casket and mourn my passage,
A shadow amongst the mossy trees their will be,
An unknown variable,
A pathway to the key,
Name, rank & number he will know thee by,
Your true self he will see,
No mask of deceit will hide your true face,
All your hearts cruelties witnessed,
Past transgressions seen,
Your soul searched & scanned,
Total recall for the main frame located in a nano-second and stripped clean.

By G.T. 7th January 2003.

[Taz]

Shaping the man.

You were a shining light in my life,
A guide, a friend,
You gave me strength & courage in trying times,
Offered wisdom & joy in never ending amounts,
You played the role as a beacon bright in a foggy time,
Taking in a little lost boy,
Shaping him into a man,
Helping bring out the good,
Tame the bad.

Shaping the man by G.T __.__<^. .^>__.__
Written on 25/8/2003 @ Dreamlands Studio.
V.10.

[Taz]

So deep was the blackness.

So deep was the blackness that I could see,
Every little star shining down upon me,
The planets and cosmos, all in a line,
Sparkling upon that black velvet canvas of space and time.


So deep was the blackness.
13/06/2002. By G.T.

[Taz]

Soul Destroyer.

Champion of hearts,
Slayer of souls,
Moonlit spectres of lust,
Midnight flights of blood.

Drop after drop,
Precious and sweet,
Lifesaving, whilst life taking,
Soul tearing, but immortality itself.

Could death be so bad?
Yes... Sweet pain,
Fractionally so,
Life drained away.
Wait... Her eyes open,
Her lips part,
Shiny White, long and sharp,
Soon to be covered,
With death giving blood.

Can it be so bad?
To be a blood venger,
To die is death,
To kill is the gift,
Of death and more,
Death goes on forever more.

1993. By G.T.

[Taz]

Staircases & walkways.

I have spent my life on so many steps & stairs,
Or existed amongst so many alleyways & annexes,
Moving from one level to another,
Or changing directions, gaining or losing height.

Changing places in enclosed spaces,
All leading somewhere new.

Silver handrail & neon lit floor,
Steps leading up to a smoky enclosure,
Those leading down too a hot a sweaty area,
Both loud vibrant areas...

Both full of things going on...

But the staircase & walkways were where all the action took place,
Its how people got to one another.

Staircases & walkways.
By G.T 4th of April 2003.

[Taz]

Summer afternoon wake ups.

They were those lazy hazy summer afternoon wake ups,
The windows open & the smell of fresh mown grass on the gentle breeze,
Head still fuzzy from a night of drinking& night club liaisons,
No work pressure or anything else pressing for the time being.

Pillow holding my held,
Wrapping around my ear so I can hear the birds & insects,
The breeze rustling through the branches stirring the leaves,
Soft but firm enough to support my comfort,
As my body slowly awakens from its deep slumber.

The light covers over my body shaped,
Moulded over the space of hours to convey my body shape,
Each fold carefully positioned,
So that the body heat stayed close,
& no breeze disturbed the temperature.

The mattress supporting my frame firm yet comfortable,
Giving the weary body plenty of give so it could relax,
The soft outline of a body impressed into it,
So the sleeper eventually rolled into the time worn groove,
Always finding the preferred position.


V.10 by G.T 3rd of the 9th 2003.

[Taz]

Taking the leap.

On the flipside of insomnia there is another way to play it,
Crave to stay awake when body cries out for sleep,
Ride out the overpowering urge to close your eyes,
Defend your right to stay awake,
For what thoughts come will help you take the leap of faith...

Faith to choose who what & why you are who you are,
The power to believe in what you do,
& the reasons why you are doing them are just,
You do them because you want too not because you must...

Give me that moment when the notes step up a semi quaver, the beat jumps up another forty beats per minute,
& The lights, oh glory, the light they explode,
I can feel the kick of the music like a cannonball to the stomach,
It forces me to reach deep inside,
Taking out my fuel reserves just to stay alive…

Cos when I was caught up there,& The night was shining so bright I had to wear shades to keep in the night.

What do you think I saw?

Have you any idea of the things I thought?

The dark mental passages ways I walked,
Searching for the light…

By G.T. 08/02/2003.

[Taz]

The angel in a cage.

I tried to keep an angel in a cage,
Don’t ask me why, but I had to try,
I never meant to clip her wings,
I didn’t mean to stop her from flying high,
It was just an attempt to experience the nice things.

The things in life that make us smile,
Even when we don’t know why.
Now can you see why I had to try?

I tried to keep an angel in a cage,
I brought her into the dark, blinded by her light,
Admired her when she was asleep in the dark of the night,
Held her close to keep at bay my fright,
She had a smile that could make me soar like an eagle,
It helped me momentarily fly free on the wind,
Riding the thermals of her emotions,
Reaching new heights and seeing new places,
Seeing so many new things,
Lots of new friendly faces.

I tried to keep an angel in a cage,
I should have known better,
I infected her with my rage,
Changed the sweetness that once was,
Now she can’t even speak to me,
No matter how hard I try and make her see,
Even through the pain she was good for me,
Loosing that touch, missing that face,
Has given me strength for some of the things I must undertake.

I tried to keep an angel in a cage,
Where she was once happy I made her sad,
Tainted her pure heart with things that are bad,
I never meant this for you,
Tell me what I need to do?

I need to put things right,
Without you I can’t even sleep at night,
I search for my wings so that I might fly,
Would flying free in the sky bring you back to me?

Or is that not what is meant to be?
I will only ask you this once,
Never to be asked again,
Is that what you wanted of me?

I tried to keep an angel in a cage,
I could see her staring at the bars,
Looking for a way out,
Yet I was not man enough to set her free,
I know I was wrong, so just blame me,
I should never have put you there,
I should have left you alone,
I have changed you and it seems now like you don’t care,
I am so, so sorry for all that I did wrong.

I tried to keep an angel in a cage,
I know many of you will find this strange,
She was my friend and my lover,
Filled the roles of many others,
Now we are nothing,
Strangers to one another,
Lost in a world of misunderstandings,
Caught in a crossfire of silence,
Strange as it seems,
Without her friendship I cannot be redeemed.

The angel in a cage.
2002. by G.T.

[Taz]

The bars around my mind and the cell surrounding my body.

I sit and stare at the sunshine that pours through the bars of my cell,
No ordinary bars are these though, for my bars are made of glass,
As you may have guessed it is no ordinary prison cell,
I find my self incarcerated in a prison within a prison,
My mind no longer has the freedom of my youth, and my body no longer has the freedom it once knew,
To walk in the sunshine was once a pleasure I loved as I loved life it self,
Now it has become a torture beyond physical pain, because pain I could endure,
The visions that come to me in my dreams haunt my waking thoughts,
Thus, making my captivity a necessity?

Is it I, keeping myself safe from them, or them safe from me?
Would it make life easier if I could just break down the inner walls and cry?

Will I ever feel the sun and salt water on my face, as I sit on the back line whilst waiting for a wave?
Am I ever going to feel the rush as I crest down the face of the surf?
Never to feel the golden sand press between my toes as I have known and loved,
On the other hand, hear the sound of wave crashing on rock, or smell of the sea?
Will this solitude be the answer to my nightmares for me?

There are Things, which cause another kind of sunlight on my windswept and moody beach,
The occasional good day appears on the horizon some days though,
The people that bring me joy and a smile bring these,
Their time with me forcing rays of sweet happiness onto my soul,
As friends can only do, washing me in there love of life.

For through the time they spend with me on my storm cloud surrounded beach,
I catch the occasional glimpse of happier things,
This is a role provided as a friend, spreading beams of a lighter day to those that they care for,
Passing on the hope of a smile and a peal of laughter is the only cost,
For these are the prices of a true friendship and it’s only fee,
To hear my friends laugh or to see them smile,
Is like a sun drenched day in the Sahara,
Life becomes Toasty warm and like the embrace of warm clean skin,
A snuggle in the night from a star that shines so bright,
That you just have to pull close and squeeze tight.

When a friend has visited your beach, you know your true soul has been reached,
A friend can move their spirit in time with yours only with practice,
Once reached it can be a dizzy height,
Not up in the clouds though, this experience,
It’s a mental plain of the mind, body and soul,
When added all together it can be a mental drain,
One that leaves you with that coat hanger grin,
That last’s all day no matter how hard you try to shift it.

It’s more than physical cos it’s pure emotion,
A true feeling of sincerity,
A belief that things feel right,
The sense that you are warm and safe,
How it feels so good in that embrace,
Warmth on your back,
Breathing on your neck,
Moonlit kisses on your shoulder,
Star light fingers on your thigh,
That makes you want to do more than sigh.

So I take this as time off, for good behaviour, I still see the bars,
I sense my limitations, and see my boundaries,
Allow myself a quiet smile as I mark time,
Staring at the bars and my cell,
Watching the world stroll by under my nose,
Hearing the children at play,
Waiting until that day,
When I can return to the ordinary world,
Waiting for the jailer of my soul to set me free.

2002 By G.T.

[Taz]

The beat of an angels wings.

Would an angel such as thee step into my darkened world,
She would surely shine a light so bright,
As to charm the stars from the sky,
Her joyous wings bringing sweet fresh air with every beat,
To this barren wasteland that has not seen wind for eternity,
Her smile causing water to fall from the sky,
Bringing forth life from a desolate land,
Resurrecting a dying heart.

2002 - Words of G.T.

[Taz]

The Connection.

You know when your life is perfect; you know when the time is right,
Time to sit back and relax, let the worry of the day, slip away.

It’s time to make the link, upgrade to a better self,
Travel as a first class attitude, be a better person,
Think life is a better place to be, and know that somewhere out there somebody does love me.

When you make the connection, the shores are yours to walk,
For it is your own personal happy place, shared only with a few.

No rights no wrongs, close your eyes and the world you know will soon be gone,
In your mind, you see how to right the wrongs, feed the weak and tame the strong,
You have made the connection how can that be wrong.

Ah Jamaica Man, carry me home, for I miss your shores whenever I’m gone,
Bring back the blessed relief from what the world has done to me,
Make me pure and innocent as I was before, remind me of the past and make me smile,
Red, Red wine could make you feel fine but give me the Jamaican connection anytime,
With the right friends and good music, add a brew and a good time is had by all,
No backs against a wall, chilled observations on life and peace deals brought to a quick close,
Was there any need for the aggression that even caused the war, ask the man without Jamaica,
It was more than likely him, because he doesn’t know how to chill.

I met the connection by requiring an inner peace and tranquillity that only the connection can bring,
My stress was pushed through the roof by reasons I’d rather not discuss here and now,
Never the less we all have our own reasons, why we seek the ticket,
For however do you take it, it is the price of admission,
Spiff or bong, pipe or bucket,
On the substance goes the money, and if you are like me, boy do you chuck it,
Although the pleasurable effect wears of fast under constant use, It still helps me get out and about,
So even though I do not get the high, I can still gain what I need,
I would hate to have to look into harder means, as this is bad enough.

Questions without answers, interpretations misunderstood,
Should it be illegal, no let it be prescribed,
No thugs or gangsters involved then, and those that need it for cures can get it,
For it releases different prisoners, casualties of many wars,
Shell shock of the mind, to chilling out over active sensors sending muscles on over load,
Inducing calm in the over stressed, an end to fear for the scared,
Volume to the timid, and confidence to the lost,
Moving mental cobwebs when a spring clean is required,
Oiling mental gears, where rust of years has taken over.

You have made the connection; the voices of hazy summer are back.

The Connection.
By G.T. 26th of December 2001.

[Taz]

The darkness of my Yin and Yang.

I would like to try and make you see,
What it is you mean to me,
Yet sometimes the power of my words,
Doesn’t help my cause,
They only seem to disturb...

Did I say the wrong thing?
Have I messed things up between us?
I am not trying to demand your attention,
Just trying to clarify where the problem lies,
Once I know, then I can begin to try,
To help and assist, should you need help?
Or not to barge in and stay out of your way,
When you have it under control.

I worry about you,
For you have so many worries.
I do not want to add to this list,
Nor become another burden to you,
For you do so much for me,
I would like to return the favour,
Being in the background is not a problem,
Just remember my name,
For when you want or need me just call it,
I shall be there like a shot,
Ready to do what I can.

When my dark side is in session,
I sometimes loose the reins,
It eats and burns away my track of thought,
I try to keep it at bay and out of the way,
Your emotion has helped it stay afar,
Sometimes though it creeps in,
Like a dark and sinister moody little sin,
My Yang looses out to the Yin,
My cool exterior only a cover for the deeper currents,
I get lost in the flow sometimes,
Caught up in its drift,
Cast away on the tide of depth and dimness,
When my dark side begins.

It has been a long time coming,
Its arrival has been expected,
Yet I can do nothing but wait for it,
Now it is here, I try and face my fear,
Controlling the uncontrollable is no easy task,
I wait for it to wash over me,
As the tide cleans a beach,
Each and every wave eroding the trials and tribulations,
Waiting for my sentinel to take control,
As hard as it is for you to understand,
This process takes over and has full command,
Like the lunar effect on the sea,
I try to hide it,
Yet this is just me,
This is who I am.

I wait for your whisper on the wind,
For that moment in time when we are together again,
I shall stand on the cliffs and wait patiently,
Staring out across the dream sea,
Dreaming of times gone and past,
Hoping that they wont be the last,
I await your words my lady,
I obey your every command,
Dreaming of the moment when,
I next get to hold your hand.

Please forgive me for spreading my darkness,
I am sorry for blocking your light,
I was in a moment of weakness,
My judgment blurred in my fright,
My fear was loosing you,
Something I could not stand,
I understand my mistake,
I would like to rectify it so tell me how,
I will do what is in my power,
I shall neither crowd nor confuse you.

Waiting on the cliff face,
Like only I know how.

In the hope that you can see me for what I am, and also what I can be.
You know where I am when you want me.


The darkness of my Yin and Yang.
25/02/02 By G.T.

[Taz]

The Digital Flame.

Why is it when I sit back and think of it,
I can't tell what pain is any more,
No longer able to feel if it is real,
Or is it just my mind suppressing a reaction from a memory of time gone by.

I can no longer sense because my mind is still numbed,
Not mentally deficient but shocked from the sides of the wall,
The unseen barrier walked and patrolled,
Once the other side is seen...

Nothing stays the same...
Seen kids fighting behind the barricades,
Fire alight in those eyes,
Vengeance in the name of something fuelling the flickers of flame...

While the youth on the wild go insane,
Beating out many new drums,
Calls to banners of many names and motivations,
The government pushing for even more money,
As always a mistake in the numbers,
Forcing the fires of anger to the streets...

Religion, political greed and manipulation...
It's always the same three,
They resound through history as a warning,
Yet we are still forced to continue under these chained ways...

Oh they may have taken away the physical wall...

The electronic ones are still yet unseen to the masses....

That war is in the winds for all the n00b users...

When the leviathan starts to throw out the keys...

We need someone to take the mic,
Lead with a powerful voice that resounds the truth,
The new approach is needed to stop this land,
Sliding back to that desolate vibe of the 80's ghost town,
We need to lift that haunting sombre melody,
Bring back the sunshine after the rain...

2002 - Words of G.T.

[Taz]

The dog never lost that light in its eyes.

It never looked at me that way,
Never spoke to me with that snap in its voice,
Never lowered it's head when it walked around a corner only to run in to me...
No, those eyes lit up as much that day, as they had on any other,
Glad to see me, even more so as it was unexpected,
Yes the same friendship passed from those eyes to warm this frozen heart...
Truly mans best friend.

By G.T. 14DEC2002.

[Taz]

The Friday night journey.

Keys in the safe all sound and secure,
All systems locked down and dotted lines signed and cleared,
All jobs finished and squared away as protocols lay down,
Guide lines followed and duty done,
Time to walk down the wooded path,
Past trees and flowers,
Amongst bush and grass,
Beyond the pond,
Past the bench,
Just beyond the fisherman's perch and the slab of marble pointing out towards the sun,
The grey and brown flecked one that's always shining in the light after a rainy day,
When blue skies shine in from the coastal shore replacing the blue mingled black thunderheads,
Those of rain storms of spent and passed force,
Just fading remains of once water heavy precipitation transporters and cleansing phenomenon.

I walk this path with the ideas and plans for the night at the front of my mind,
My body preparing itself for the tasks of fun about to be undertaken,
Getting those time saving ideas lined up and ready so my take off can be hurried up,
Each moment used wisely and every decision already thought out,
No chance left to risk when all the calculations have been played out,
Making sure maximum enjoyment and pleasure was gained from every chance touch.

The bag already prepared,
The car half loaded up,
Clothes ready for wearing,
Towel and wash kit laid out,
Knowing the bath is free to go,
All the hot water needed,
The blades ready and loaded up,
Deodorant top off,
After shave selected,
Go commando or not?

The release of being free,
Already starting to come to the fore and its euphoria starting to sink in,
The plans of a long week about to be put in to practice,
All those moments anticipated,
Taste, smell and sensations long awaited and often thought of during the last few days,
The way the lights play of the mirrors never far from your mind while you are away,
The feeling of the music washing over your senses only a matter of closing your eyes,
Then allowing your minds eye to refresh that sensation,
Replicating the exact feelings of when you last felt that feeling or emotion.

Now it was time to store up more imprinted moments of quality times,
Time to make all those dreams and ambitions come true...

You just never knew where a Friday night might lead too...

The Friday night journey.
01~12~2002. By G.T.

[Taz]

The Harbour days.

Can you remember the days when we used to walk down to the harbour?
Do you remember the smell of the sea washing against the salt soaked walls?
The way you could always hear the voices of the children laughing as they jumped into the water,
The waves were playing a crescendo of rhapsodies in my mind,
All my ears could hear was your heart crying, because it was alone in the darkness,
It was now your time to tell me what was wrong, and why,
This was always a happy place for you and I,
A place we could always talk, where you would not have to cry.

This was the place we would always try to sort out our feelings,
I would always know that something was on your mind when you suggested a walk down to the harbour,
I knew that maybe I was doing something wrong and it was time to put it right.

We would sit at our bench and take in the panorama,
Gazing at the horizon for hours,
I would wait with baited breath, ready for you to tell me what was wrong,
I will never forget the feeling of impending doom, as you always took your time preparing the words,
Never sure if we would walk away together, or alone,
Always questioning in my mind whether I had done something irreparable.

Don’t get me wrong, I was never unfaithful, or cruel,
I never raised a hand to a woman, nor would I ever. That is not in the making of this man,
Sometimes we do things and are not always aware of the consequences,
Maybe we all need a gentle prod in the right direction sometimes,
Had I done the wrong thing at the wrong time?
Or was it a case that I was simply neglecting your needs due to too much time at work.

Although I always tended to walk away from there, feeling better for resolving the issue at hand.

I never walked back up that strip of land on my own, so it will always stay a sacred place in my mind.

The Harbour days.
By G.T. 6th of March 1995/6/9.

[Taz]

The lonely crossroads.

So here I am again, Lost and alone,
Finding my self stranded at the lonely crossroads,
It is irrelevant, how and why I find myself here again,
Nevertheless, here I stand.

My life has been turned upside down, inside out,
Unsure where to turn and what to do,
Not sure what the next step is or where to put it,
Like a lost drifter, cursed to walk alone,
No more fields of dreams, no more stars in my sky.

I have had happiness; I thought I had felt love,
I believed in the happiness, but not the love,
I have never believed I have been destined to fall for one,
I am not sure I have truly felt that elusive emotion.

Others all around me seem to find it and enjoy it,
I just seem to want a fairy tale,
Will I find it, will I ever feel it,
It's warm embrace, or its sweet taste,
Only time will tell.

I turn now to my friends, whom once stood by my side,
Like Trojans next to a horse,
Where are they now?
When my need for them is so strong,
I have questioned myself as to where I went wrong,
So the question remains, who will stand at my graveside?

Who will shed a tear?

Who will bring forth the memories that we once shared?

Who will stand at my wake, and tell of happier times?

Who will toast my name? Or raise a glass?

What is left of the life, loves and friends I once knew?

Is this the reasoning of a lonely individual?

Alternatively, are these the questions we all ask ourselves?

Whilst we lie awake in bed, tossing and turning,
Trying to reason and rhyme, the question of time.

Is this how we all feel? Or am I on the frontier of my sanity?

For this is how I feel, or is it?

Could this be another side to my personal torture?

Would a human psyche torture itself to such a degree?

The things that have happened to me are too close to my personal nightmares?

Have I created all this chaos to punish myself?

Would some ones mind do that to themselves?

Is it humanely possible to take all your fears and turn them on yourself?

So again, I find myself at the lonely crossroads,
Questioning my own mortality,
Seeing my weaknesses one by one,
Remembering each and every pain of the past,
Seeing each mistake and wrong decision over and over,
Only I know the pain of my waking nightmare realm,
As I am the one who walks in the shadow of death every time I get out of bed.

I feel as though the grim reaper is my only friend,
Even the dance floor feels a stranger to my feet,
I feel like an intruder, where I once felt complete,
I have said it to many, and I will say it this final time,
Even though it is not ring true anymore,
I say it out of respect for the time and commitment, the love and the elation,
The sense of belonging, and the good times it has brought me,
My final statement to my dance floor,
You were always their when I needed you,
You always made me smile when I was down,
You always made me feel good, even when I was not on form,
You never betrayed me; you never two-timed me,
Moreover, you never ever turned your back on me,
After all this time, I finally realize what it is to love,
I have never loved anyone the way I love you,
You invoked so much passion, such a feeling.
I have memories that not even time can erase.

I now know that the choice I make at this crossroads, will tell my tale,
Was I destined to fail?

I shall make my choice with considered care,
For it is this decision that will seal my fate, I see the way to the gate,
For moments in the future I must create,
To stand once again, where I once reigned,
Showing the power of my soul,
The fury of my inner rage,
To be born once again, in rhythm and beat,
To set ablaze that hallowed ground once again,
With the pulse of my feet, the sweat off my brow.

For they shall call my name once again as they did before,
I shall lay waste to the dance floor,
The time is soon I feel the call,
With passion anew I will show them all.

Never again to walk down the lonely crossroads.


The lonely crossroads.
1999. By G.T.

[Taz]

The machine strikes again.

What the machine left is not good enough to keep a normal relationship together,
‘ Cos I cant offer what needs to be given to maintain a normal life.

I’m too different to be accepted for what I am and that cuts deeper than anything else.

I took 2 years to build up barriers that no one could get through,
Two years shedding all emotion, now I’m walking backwards, faster than I can stop myself,
I haven’t cried tears for a long time for it hurts too much,
It doesn’t cleanse my soul. It destroys it.
The machine strikes again.

2002 By G.T.

[Taz]

The path to sunshine.

Would you dance with the devil? Would you mess with my soul?
Would you play me at my own game on my dance floor?
Do you see me as I am? Do you feel me the way I need to be felt?
Am I just a blur in the smoke? On the other hand, am I just what you want?
For I have been used and abused, taken for a ride,
The road was hard but I brought it to an end.

I live my life by my own set of rules, answerable to none,
Look me in the eyes and see my soul laid bare, open and wide.

I am what you see, nothing more, take me as I am, free my soul,
Hold me in your arms, caress me with your lips, and tease me with your soul.

Needing to feel the passions of old, knowing it is not to be,
Wanting that old touch, desiring that old adrenaline rush.

That road ended a long time ago, needing to find a new way,
Feeling the occasional taste of the old stirs the memory.

Maybe it is time to move away again, time to move on?

Am I living this life, or is it living me? I feel as though I have lost it all.

As one part of my life comes together, another part drifts of,
I seek continuity, I want a level path, and I crave stability.

Alone and lonely with the pain of the past,
Needing to be shown a light to lead me to the sunshine!

1997. By G.T.

[Taz]

The Phoenix.

When life has left you in the dark,
In addition, all around you is falling apart.

If it seems like nothing is right,
Even when it seems all is against you.

Remember that although life looks like an empty desert,
No matter where you look all you see is a barren wasteland,
No life, no hope and nothing solid to aim for.

Look again, and in the distance, you will see a gnarled and twisted tree,
This tree is centuries old and has seen more hardship than any man ever will.

It is old and wise in a way you can never comprehend.

It has been without water and life for years at a time,
It has suffered times never to be seen again.

This tree represents life, pain and all it's suffering.

Then all of a sudden, just when you feel nothing else can go wrong,
When things can't get any worse,
There is a flash of lightening and a roll of thunder,
Life sucks with a vengeance.

A flash of light, the smell of static,
The tree is struck by the lightening and catches alight,
It has been deprived of water for so long it is tinder dry.

Within seconds it is engulfed in flames and easily devoured,
The flames lick and caress each and every branch.

Like the gentle touch of a young lover in the morning,
Taking life and memory with each second,
Destroying what has taken years to create.

You can hear the pain and you can smell the suffering.

You can see the life, love and passion disappearing in the smoke.

So the tree is dead and it seems that this desert is a total wasteland,
No life, no love and no passion and no chance of inspiration or motivation.

Well you would be wrong.

For no matter how bad things really are,
It does not matter how low things have gone,
Or what has gone wrong before.

Things may take a turn,
It may not seem like it is for the best at first,
Nevertheless, watch what is left of the tree.

Although once proud, tall and strong,
It is now a burnt, smoking shadow of its former glory,
Yet, amongst the embers, stirs a breeze.

A light from the dark,
A shimmer in the wind,
A hum in the air,
Seeming like something is there,
The light grows stronger,
Yet more and more,
Contrast becoming colours,
The wings spread out,
The head looks up,
Something that once wasn’t,
Lives yet again,
Rising out of the ashes,
Sniffing at the breeze,
Climbing from the wreckage,
Of that old wasted tree.

It flexes and it stretches,
Gets ready to take flight,
Showing that strength will over come,
That perseverance is right,
The flames spread out,
The fire burns oh so bright,
Blazing out,
Even in the darkest part of the deepest night.

Hope is once again restored,
Things, which were once wrong, are put right,
Something else created, a new life is born,
As once again the phoenix of hope takes flight.

1998.By G.T.

[Taz]

There can only be one!

Like soldiers of a time forgotten, They walk through the laser lit mist.
Darkness shrouds their faces; Shades hide their eyes.
One by one they come, Lining up for the off.
Members of crews, or solo, Differences many, intent as one.
A breed apart from the rest, Each considers themselves the best.
Here wars are waged, Battles lost and won.
Rules unwritten, never spoken, Honour upheld, never broken.
Sweat is their armour; Clothes are their banners.
All in the hope of a duel, All ready to go.
Waiting for the challenge, Waiting for a cause.

Two crews of three, With scores to settle,
Line up for the battle, Past battle losses forgotten.
Leader and two cohorts, His second and third.
Both sides equal, Both sides have won and lost.
Both kings sit down, They wait for the finish.
They have earned the right, To finish the fight.
The challenge is thrown; It is time to go.
The crews turn it on; the tunes rule the fight.
Respect if you win Death if you lose,
Not death of life, But respect and soul.
Tears have been known, Faces never again to be seen,
This is the price, all for the biggest prize.
The combatants enter the danger zone, The dance floor clears.
The crowds gather, Hush takes over and the tunes stand out.
A nod from the kings, It is time to get it on.

Like a blaze of glory, from times of old in a story.
Battle on, scores to settle.
It's time to test their mettle, one on one for all to see.
The tune kicks in, and away they go,
Trying and prying, for each other’s weaknesses.
Cuts are made, Blood is spilt,
Electric cuts the darkness, The lasers slash the night.
Two dancers cut the floor in half, The tune is used to the point of abuse.
A stumble is made First blood to the crew in red.
The crew in blue get together, Not a good start,
The second in command must use his heart; the next fighters line up.
The crowd knows what's coming next, the preliminary fight over.

The atmosphere static charged, Nerves taught and tense,
They face up and smile as a token, They know their bond cannot be broken.
They take their poppers; they wait for the beat.
The pulse starts in their head; the tune kicks in as they move their feet.
The crowd roars their approval; they see the talent and the skill.
Temperature rising, Tunes are kicking.
Crowd is jumping, In this neon melee.
Feet are stomping, Drugs are pumping.
Animals awakened, Fires are rekindled.
A phoenix re-ignited, Taken to former glory,
First blood is drawn, By a new array of footwork.
Mistakes cannot be made; the stakes are too high,
Reputation on the line, It's time to make or break.
Hell for leather, One on one,
Each knows; their time has come.
A flash of lights, A kick in the tune
Holy shit a new set of moves, Red is up blue is down.
The crowd is on it; There is no backing down,
A beast is loose, On the prowl.

They start of slow, checking each other’s moves,
Watching for the reply, The strobe lights up the sky.
Red and blue, One on One, Corner to corner,
Deep on the dance floor, Shouts are given, encouragement taken.
The battle goes on, Time is nothing,
Minutes or hours, They do not care.
Push for shove, Tit for tat,
Out comes a new move, Chew on that.
Drugs take over, Thoughts forgotten,
The battle almost over, Score nearly settled.

Blue backs down, He knows it is over,
Hands are held up, Smile given this no token.
Crews gather, In the middle,
Hands are shaken, Dues are given.
Price not asked, but is paid,
Blues depart, faces never to return.
This is the price; it has to be paid.

Crew reunites, All anew,
They own the floor; the club is theirs,
The night is won, Time is theirs, and this is the prize.
All could be different, next week,
They don't care, The floor is theirs.
They carry on dancing, Using the drugs to the max,
Thrashing the floor, humiliating other ravers.
Stranger’s wonder at the room that they are given, They don't know the score,
Regulars move these wasters out of the way, telling them to come back a different way.
Piss heads bounce around, uncontrolled and far too loud.
The crews turn on them one by one, and dance them of the floor.
The club settles down, dancers to the tunes,
The rest to whatever they do, always waiting for the next duel.

1995.By G.T.

[Taz]

The Sentinel.

A lonely figure stands out in the darkness,
Looking for something it once knew,
Devoid of emotion, lost of soul,
In need of a reason to live,
Like a leviathan, It's pain legendary,
It's hurt knows no bounds.

It stands alone, no one to comfort or console it,
Thinking of the mistakes it's made,
Consolation out of the question,
Self-torture is all that is left,
Humanity stands a world apart,
It reassesses what is left of this life.

The what's ifs, maybes and should have been, haunt it's dreams,
None more than the inevitable why’s?

The torture and pain, contained when it should never have been inflicted,
Questions without answers, doubts without conclusion,
How does the sentinel move it self on?

Like a phoenix, it requires resurrection,
It requires the flames of life giving emotion,
It needs to be needed, yearns to be held,
Yet, another lonely night passes so slowly,
Spent in torment, slowly roasting in self doubt,
Self pity no part of this beast’s incarceration.

It sees It’s future, a long and troubled path,
Ahead is only the bleakness of a lonesome traveller,
Devoid of emotion, lost of feeling, robbed of its best qualities,
Like the cry of a lost and lonely child in the darkness,
It's heart shatters and splinters across space and time,
Beyond repair, standing at the graveside of It's own making,
Looking over the cliffs, It sees no light on the horizon,
No lighthouse to show the way, or comfort it, in It's own darkness.

So the sentinel has to move on, forced to find a new way of life,
Through neglect? Its life has now ended.

Will another sentinel arrive and share it self?

Can it be possible to find what was lost?

As always, time the greatest master of all will tell.

Choices to be made, new decisions to view,
Does the sentinel return to its old ways?

Alternatively, does it find a new path to follow?

Was it wrong to be the way it was?

On the other hand, does it just change direction, like an eagle on the wind?

Could it be possible that it was all just a mistake?

That what has happened was just a vision of horror?



Maybe the demons that torment it during the darkness,
are just visions of a path in the future not to travel!

Would a soul torture itself to such an extreme?

No, surely not. It would be far too destructive.

Whence It came from, is where It shall return,
Surely, it can find its way home!

To what it once was, and has always been,
Maybe it will achieve its former glory?

Find what It once needed? What it has always been seeking!

Therefore, the sentinel finds it self stood at the top,
Staring down the cliff face at the waves crashing against the rocks,
The rocks that signify its existence, ragged and sharp,
Tearing at all that touch, shredding those that get close,
It shall turn its back on of all this,
It decides to walk away without trace,
To rediscover it self, find the way it once was.

It has learned and it has developed.

It shall never find it self caught in this trap again,
Never allow It self to be lured into a false sense of security,
It shall only let its guard down, slowly.

For the sentinel has learned the meaning of pain and suffering,
It shall not deny It self the pleasure It once knew,
The pleasure it needs to feel again.

It shall not lock It self in the darkness,
Hiding amongst the demons of its nightmares.

The sentinel shall rise; it will aspire to overcome,
It will surpass all it's previous markers of success and triumphs.

It will be reborn... A leviathan.


Others may come and go, but to Itself, It shall be true,
Trust shall not be given until fully earned,
Respect shall only be given on merit.
For the sentinel will be stronger,
Less susceptible to the hunters and stalkers of It's kind.

It shall be more vigilant, It will keep watch,
It will be more than it was before,
It shall become more than just a sentinel,
For it once was human.

No, not any more.

The human sleeps, The sentinel stands watch,
Ever aware, always vigilant,
Awaiting the time to awaken the sleeping human.

Waiting for eternity if necessary.

When the time is right and the sentinel is sure,
It shall disturb the humans slumber,
Moreover, place its life back in the hands,
The hands that feel and touch,
With a heart that beats,
In addition, a soul that needs,
Then the sentinel shall rest, It shall close its weary eyes.

It will fade into the darkness from whence it came,
Only to be woken if the need should arise.

So ends the tale of the human emotion guardian,
Neither finished, nor resolved,
Unsure of start or finish,
Uncertain now of when the pain started or where it ends.

1998. By G.T.