The Poetry A-Z list.

[Taz]

The shadows fall over the dying city.

The rays cast long in the hour,
Another sunset falls over the dust & rubble,
As the night stretches awake ready to look for the dawn.

The heat of the sun fades away after it’s zenith was passed and spent,
The still of the air stirred only by the siesta breeze,
The desert hued colours shaded by the wind swept trees,
Through the bushes and along the lawn,
Across the yard and up the stairs,
Around the fence,
Down the ally,
Remembering it all for when you walk the midnight valley.

Time moves on & light passes beyond shade & splinter,
Moving through shaft to shimmer,
Creating depth where non was before,
Moving people into places,
Hiding them in the growing abyss.

The dangers of the night unknown,
Shadows moving in the night real and observed with detail,
Walking through the day helping place certain things,
Key images and areas committed to short-term memory
Ready for later use,
So you can decipher the darkness,
Move away the fake possibilities.

By G.T. 26DEC2002.

[Taz]

The sun stays low in the sky.

The sun stays low in the sky,
Ambers rule the spectrum.

The snowflakes are not far;
from dusting the ground,
Matter not if the sun is yellow and bright,
Nor a frost meets you at a mornings door.

I would ask that you stay with me,
So we can share this time meant for friends and family,
But alas; that is not to be,
For the distance is much.

So even though I cannot be with you,
My thoughts and my feelings will be,
For I send them to you each and every day.

The thoughts of you bring me sunshine and joy,
As these days grow short and the air grows cold...

Greetings of the season,
May hope and joy be what warms your soul this time of year.

01-12-02 By G.T.

[Taz]

The Thirst.

My heart never beats till I find love,
My heart never stops beating once I've found love.

For I am like a vampire, who loves forever,
The quest to find my love, is my goal.

My love is like time, endless and forever.

For I am infinity, and infinity is me,
We are spliced together through time and space.

We are both hunters, I for love, time for it's end.

We both search, one for a heart, the other It's final conclusion.

We both stand by and see the ravages and pain of life and death.

We both feed of life, I of blood, and it of age.

We are both soullessly, cursed till the end of time.

Damned to roam this earth and others forever with no end,
I find my quest, I must find my love.

Unlike time, I have a passion, I have a need.

My quest is hard fought, it is final,
Without the love I crave, I am an empty vessel,
Destined to roam this infinity in an endless search.

But will I find love? Will I win your heart?

For your caress is the sweetest victory, the highest prize.

Your kiss is worth a thousand deaths of pain and agony,
I have no limits, I am set by no bounds.

I will do anything to achieve that I have not found.

Whatever it takes, whatever I have to do,
To win your heart I will gladly go through,
For it is my need, it is my want,
More than a passion, more than a need,
Your heart is my conquest, your love is my destiny.
For you are my eternal thirst!

The Thirst.
1993. By G.T.

[Taz]

The war broke out.

The war broke out, it had been a lovely sunny day,
Got stoned & went to sleep, looked out the window & the sun had gone away.

The drunks outside no longer singing about how love will set them free,
Now bellowing out songs fit for a rugby club chant of "We are at war, yes at war we are!"

The sound of anger chilling enough...

Colder down my spine that chill ran,
because it was delivered in that drunken monotone...

That resembled so much the sirens resounding on my T.V screen...

& the sounds of small arms fire call out again in the night...

"This is the sound of radio freedom... Peace F.M."

Running through my head as I strolled to check the cash flow,
Glanced upon the multiple shaded black & dark Blue sky,
Cold frosty clouds, billowy in the last stretch before light shaded them a lighter shade,
The pale moonlight showing through the blanket of the slumber hours,
Several textured clouds formed the main body & curl of the upper part,
A deep darker cloud forming the depth,
The gentle crystal coldness changing the light so it was not so bright,
Lending hue into the saturation & creaminess,
The eye lulled & subtly charmed, folded into the rapture,
The resting mind came to the fore,
The lunar strobe beam cast forth its full beam...

Forming the waxing sphere of a question mark...

When in my mind I was just asking the very question...

Why?

It punctuated my thoughts so clearly, captured my minds eye,
Photographed & kept forever, for only one reason I can think why...

A shape & a thought have power,
They create a memory impulse,
A spark, a flair,
A reason you said what you did,
Or why you were there where you where when you absorbed that full moment in time,
Every nuance every fraction,
The thought processes that lead to you making the choice to do what you must do.

They must do what it is needs to be done,
They have no envy nor no hate,
The hope that what they try to do is for the best,
Not for them or their soul mates,
But for the people that they fight for, the ones they are trying to free..

The whole of eternity.
V.000a By G.T.

[Taz]

The words of D.J W.T.F?
Prelude. (18-feb-2003.)

I am the dancing demon, the raving riff, the one who can slice through space & time...

The Virtual demon on the decks, from the cyber dance floors of the homelands of my people...

V.R D.J of destruction when challenged...

Bringer of peace to all music lovers...

Restorer of the faith...

That it's all about the music...

& you better believe that the music should be free...
18th of February 2003. By G.T.

I used to stand below the pulpit,
Gazing up into the lights and sound that you used to blind me with,
You used to control my feet,
Making me move when I had no choice,
You caught me in those raptures,
Tamed me with melodies sent down to the deepest secluded parts of my soul.

The voice you used to hypnotize me came in many forms,
Blasted from the doorways of many places every night of every week end,
While I walked in and around the streets near the centre of the triangle.

The door lurkers my friends,
My amigos of the darkened sky flights of fun...

The choon spinners were my allies,
The sentinels of the entrance my friends,
The beverage bringers mates who knew the score,
The owner and runners known amongst my circle and league...

We were the dark artists,
The mayhem amongst the music,
Our voice and power came in decibels,
& you better believe we knew how to attack.

With a voice louder than the most vocal shout,
Our power started with the mic...

Then add to that the music and lights,
& we put up one hell of a fight...

The arena was always stacked in our favour,
The dice loaded to our cause,
The weapons our personal anthems,
The choice of destruction known note for note & word by word.

How is this so?
We made the cocktail of mixes and vibes,
We constructed the sets of vocal talent,
It was us that set the tempo of the rhythm in the nights...

We are the ones responsible for oh so many dance floor fights.

We picked our victims carefully from among the crowd,
No shortage of sheep & cattle in our chosen hunting ground.

Over years had this trust taken to build,
Proven time and again the effectiveness of its touch,
My kind was tolerated as long as we kept in the shadows,
Only momentary glimpses and appearances in the spot light allowed,
Or caught out of the corner of an eye in a strobe flash...

Glowing red instead of white when illuminated by a red neon flash,
Instead of the usual ultra violet hue that clouds you from normal sight.

The white sleeveless top keeping you sleek and cool against the heat you throw out,
The uniform chosen for evaporating abilities and functionality,
Rather than looking like a plastic imitation of a happy facade...

Not dressed for any other reason that the task at hand,
Ready to have a go at all takers,
Ready to get the job done.

The illumination and attention grabbers in place,
Cracked and lit up,
The D.J instructed what needs playing,
To get the place warmed up...

Time to get the handbags off the dance floor,
Let the D.J loose,
Bring the dancers into line and herd the sheep,
Bring in the cattle from the bar,
The barmen slow down as the choons speed up,
They know what is to come,
The glass collectors are stood ready and waiting by the door...

The bouncers have already cleaned the dance areas of drinkers,
The trouble makers and potential dangers taken care of as the D.J had warmed up.

The dancers getting edgy at the corner of the walkway,
The black eyed one glaring at no one in particular,
Feeling his nerves reaching breaking point,
He give the music controller a deep and hard look,
Making eye contact for the first time that night,
The waiting was over...

Time to make them roar...

With a flick of a wrist and the slide of a knob...

A beat is released that captivates and controls the shark eyed feet flaming raver...

With a thundering vibration sending out rhythmic sensations,
Coursing up and down the balcony as he marks out his territory for his latest burn.

The moment when the dancer thinks "What The Fuck?"

That is the moment a D.J should live for.

When the ravers and dancers ignite.

The floor should shake as those people give thanks.

When a sea of arms all wave in time,
Or the clap of hands becomes like a single crack of thunder,
When a billion feet all move in time,
& a worlds hearts and mind are beat in unison...

That is the eclipse of any choon maestros performance,
That is when they have mastered the tasks and challenges of a moment.
Only then has the peak shown its zenith...

Capturing the mind is the only challenge left...

The words of D.J W.T.F?
01-12-02. By G.T.

[Taz]

Time & Distance.

Time and distance are nothing,
If you reside inside each others hearts and minds,
Close your eyes and see each other,
When you feel the need,
On the wings of a thought,
You will once again be in one another's arms.

Time & Distance.
21/07/2002. By G.T.

[Taz]

To be free.

This is it,
This is where you have chosen to be,
This is what you thought it was to be free.

Damn it, can't you see?

This is all you fought for, & is it not what you wanted it to be?

Are you not happy?

Are you not entertained?

Are you hungry or cold?

Do you have to walk barefoot in the snow?


Do you shed a tear, do you call out in the night?

Is the darkness full of paranoia & frights?

Is it not all you thought it would be?


This Elysium you created,

This paradise you sought...


Do the corridors of your dreams displease you?

Are you not surrounded by all who you wanted or needed?

Do you not feel how you always wanted to feel?

Is all not as real as you wanted it to be?


It was a long time coming,
& a hard fought road,
Fraught with many trials & tribulations,
Yet here you are, is this not what you desired?

Is this not what it means, to be free?

8th of January 2004 By G.T.

[Taz]

To the one who is on my mind.

That I am sitting here now,
Thinking out so quietly,
I am only written on a page,
I shall not be tainted with music,
Nor fancy backgrounds,
A frame is all I want.

I am thinking of you in many frames of mind,
For we have so many levels,
I just hope we can save a few,
We are apart yet again,
Words left unspoken in the air,
Incommunicado,
Yet again,
Being on my own.

Yet again we have hit a trade of words,
Maybe the lack is what is the cause,
I do not know either,
I just know it’s hurting me so,
I will let it loose,
I will let it fly,
As the flavours of Flip ‘n’ Fill,
True love never dies…

It just bites you every now and then,
Sucks out an emotional fix,
Moves on to select its next victim,
Oh, the song not I,
I never feel that pure emotion,
I get just the token,
A few weeks of heaven,
Before a life starts to intrude.

See having a life,
Meanings not sharing emotion,
Or speaking what you feel,
We never open up in the ordinary world,
We just pass the time of day,
With nothing really good to say,
Never discuss things below a certain depth,
Well, maybe a few times in the cold of the night…

When you talk about the depth of you’re truer inner desires,
Why does this period go away?
As you get to know one another’s minds,
So very, very well,
When you have met on several deeper mental plains,
How can the reality of so many images,
Be so very wrong,
I knew you from many worlds,
Yet in mine you were so very different.

You baffle me with how you treat me,
Cause pain with you’re emotional torment,
Deprive me of being what I really am,
Taking away most of the time I enjoyed,
We used to hold each other some nights,
Close, so deep and tight,
Smeared bits in chocolate,
Been places only glimpsed before.

We shared so many thoughts and interests,
So it seemed at first,
Professed touchy,
Gave cold and ignorant,
Showed more compassion to others,
Who damage, hurt, abuse and annoy you,
In you’re outside world,
Where I did not really exist,
Just a name in a sentence,
Mentioned in a passing moment.

By G.T. 14DEC2002.

[Taz]

Tormented Streets.

Here I stand-alone again,
To you I am just another face without a name,
To be teased and tormented,
Prodded and poked,
To bear the brunt of your aggression,
The outlet of all your fruitless violence.

If it would end the troubles,
Take my body take my soul,
Cast your stones; soak me in petrol,
Why don't you just blow me the hell away?
Anything would be better than the situation were in now!
Whatever it would take to end the time consuming battle of the streets,
Where a child of six has to watch his back whilst at play,
When a mother is never sure if her child is safe,
This is not the way it was meant to be,
The children are innocent, so why should they fear?

I am part of the faceless D.P.M machine, that risks life and limb,
Each and every day I patrol your streets, trying to keep you safe,
I risk my life to protect yours and those who are near and dear to you,
A risk not many of you would take,
I risk all this in the name of peace.

It started too many moons ago to count,
I am not denying that the history of this scenario was bad,
I am not ignoring the past,
The future is in our children’s hands, eyes, hearts and souls,
We have to move on for their sakes.

When I stand behind that, shield, with visor down, that baton in hand,
The stereotype that I want to hurt and maim is not true,
For that is not my nature, nor my intent,
I want to be with my family and friends,
In my local night club, enjoying my freedom, as you enjoy yours.

I walk down your streets and I am ashamed to admit,
That I know them as well as I know my own,
It is hard not to get jealous when I see your young lovers walking hand in hand,
For I have someone to share myself with,
Someone to hold in the still of the night,
When sleep eludes me, and my waking nightmares haunt me,
To see the fear in her eyes, when she knows I am going away,
Hurts more than any pain you could know,
A pain I have caused through my choice to defend your right to peace.

We want to be here less than you want us here,
We would rather be in our homes,
For we are human too,
Yet, many of you never consider this,
Let us move on from the past, and create a better future.

If only for the sake of the generations of children to be born,
Into this war brought out onto the streets,
Fought in the back alleys of your homes,
Waged in the city, and continued in the countryside,
Whatever denomination you are,
Let us bring an end to this atrocity that has escalated to the loss of so many lives,
The lives of countless men, women and of course the sweet innocent lives of our future,
The children, whom we all love with our hearts and souls.

Let us bring an end to the standing behind the shields,
Facing the torrents of bricks and petrol bombs,
We have our own lives to lead, our own futures to make,
We want to be with our children, to see them grow,
To share their special moments, like you have with yours.

I believe in my heart of hearts,
That a peace can be achieved,
That there is an end to these troubles,
Quiet can reign throughout these streets,
Tears of joy can course down faces rather than tears of sorrow,
Do you really want to see another distraught mother and father?
Whose lives have been shattered after the senseless loss of yet another innocent child?
Without mercy, taken away by a wanton act of violence.

I sincerely hope not, for the sake of your soul.

I hope I never have to stand at another checkpoint,
Never have to help form a baseline,
Never patrol the streets or countryside,
Never again, have to sleep in a hot, cramped land rover,
I do not want to be looked at, as though everything is my fault,
As if I was the cause, when all I am trying to do is help cure.

Let us bring an end to this,
Let us stop the bloodshed,
Surely, we can make the streets safe once more,
We can achieve this and end the war,
It's gone on for far to long,
So, let us create a lasting peace for everyone.

Tormented Streets.
1998. By G.T.

[Taz]

Trappers.

A nudge and a wink, whilst having a drink, All in less time than it takes to blink,
He says can I buy you a drink? She turns too her friend and says,
What do you think? Her friend says He’s the kind of man that makes you reach the brink!
Yes She says I’ll have that drink, with a suggestive wink.

The friend departs with broken heart, He makes his advances and one or two discreet remarks,
She’s not innocent, she knows the score, She knows this stud wants to hit the floor,
She’s got him on his knees begging for more, He’s hot on the trail; he knows he is going to score.
He moves in for the kiss, he knows he needs to piss,

The drinks gone to her head, all she can think of is her water bed,
Their lips brush, she feels the rush, She opens his mouth with a tongued push,
Her kiss is deep and plush, strong and lush, He says You’re place or mine?
She says Hush, take it easy stud, my place is close!

They grab a cab, he needs a fag, She’s horny like a bull to a red flag,
Their kisses long and deep, Promising the start of an eventful night.
She opens the door, his chin hits the floor, It’s big and expensive, she’s been slumming it,
He’s out of his league and she knows it, All his mind registers is Oh shit!

She walks up and rips open his shirt, She says come on stud, let’s hit the dirt!
Their lips lock and off comes his shirt, She opens her eyes and smiles with mirth,
They hit the floor and pelvis’s jerk, She thinks What a perk!
He thinks No condoms, what a Burk! Their kisses powerful and Lusty,
Her fragrance is deep and musty. He undoes her zip, she admires his skill,
His eyes are deep Blue, and what a physique, He looks forward to reaching his peak,
She reaches to the side and pulls out a box,
He smiles, she got the necessary kit, just hope it will fit! He reaches to grab it, she has other plans.

Off comes his pants, up pops his man, He looks down as she goes down,
His face lights up, as her face goes toward the ground, He now knows she’s not fooling around,
She takes him all, with teeth and claws, All she wants to do is maul,
He begs and he pleads and claims his needs, But she wants him all,
He thinks Pride before a fall! His manliness is as hard as a brick wall!

She slides on the plastic, he smiles and says That was fantastic!
She grins without a trace of sin, Her lipstick without a smudge, all those years of practice,
She says I like a man who is tough and rugged! He says If I ain’t I can certainly bluff it!
He gets on top and probes with his tongue, Her lips caress his ear and whispers I want you here!
He grabs her legs and parts her thighs, She says You’re a beast, those actions can’t lie!
Come on stud; give it you’re best try! He rises to the bait, but with a plan.

She thinks she has won, yet the race hasn’t even begun,
He slides inside her, soft and gentle, By her actions, he can tell she is going mental,
She's scratching his back, and biting his neck, He fucks harder and nails her pussy to the deck.
She’s close to the post; she feels it inside her, Her body is floating higher and higher,
He senses what’s happening and thrust’s deeper inside her,
The lights go out, her loin explodes, He grips her hips, orgasm on over load,
He bites her neck and draws blood, Coming in floods, she screams for more,
He says Shut your mouth you dirty whore! His manhood in to the core, the build up over,
They roll over, and she’s on top, She squeezes her thighs and grips his cock.

She bangs away, his mind in a daze,
His orgasm can be seen in the neon haze, He shouts back Bitch! There’s been a hitch,
Too soon, too soon, he’s at fever pitch, His manhood swells and explodes.
No winners, no losers, only ever bruises, So ends the never ending legacy of the weekend Trappers,
Cute, gorgeous, dainty and dapper, You’ll know when you have been screwed by a Trapper.
 

Trappers.
1993. By G.T.

[Taz]

Visiting.


Sitting in a waiting room,
Appearing as a character in a play in somebody else's day,
Just a random face glanced while passing in the journey to find the way,
To the next checkpoint or the highlight of your day.

1st of March 2003. By G.T.

[Taz]

Waiting for the beat.

Now, now I'm raving...

I had been waiting for a beat for ages,
Drugs taken and primed,
Eyes alight looking for a fight,
Waiting for the D.J to play me that choon,
The one that would set my blood alight.

The D.J playing warm up song after warm up song,
Looking confused,
Was it him or is the music wrong?

With a shake of a head this notion is dismissed,
The look saying its just not time yet,
Inside the fight of the chemicals was still in full blaze,
Deciding if you are going to fly like a rocket,
Shine at a million degrees,
Burn a path in to the night sky to bright to be seen by the naked eye...

You needed the music to help control which toxins got a hold,
Always wanting the loved up feelings,
The full blown music fuelled love parade,
Wanting to get into the dance frenzy and euphoric rushes,
Where just one look can tell a life time,
& one touch can mean forever,
Oh and a kiss, oh what a kiss can do to you then...

You are trying to get your mind to go the ways you want,
Needing to avoid the aches or the bad vibes those pills can bring,
The nastier side on the dark side of the blissful moons.

01 Dec 2002 By G.T.

[Taz]

What is a tear?

What is a tear, other than saltwater in my eye?
A shared emotion followed by the need to cry?
When the pain hurts so much you want to die.
No morbid thoughts other than the feeling,
No cold limp body hanging from the ceiling.

Just words on a page is all I have,
To bring all the good memories flooding back,
I close my eyes and tears stream out,
Why cant I just scream and shout?

They course down my cheeks,
Scaring my face for endless weeks,
Water and salt are the mix,
Broken heart is what they cannot fix.

Their velvet touch,
Hurting so much,
Taking away all that was good,
Eroding my memories.

The tears are sweet to taste,
I show them with no disgrace,
The care you showed me, made me smile,
Yet more tears falls into place,
to be followed by more in a short while.

See the words just fall out like tears, but it is too late,
She was here and now she is gone,
To hate would be bliss,
Yet I find it hard when it is your heart I miss.

I’m the one with salt-water tracks left stinging my cheeks,
Shed not because I am weak,
Each one shines like crystal in the light,
Accompanying me in the loneliness of this night,
A glint and a shine, the taste so sweet,
Yet the pain that caused them beats me to defeat.

I can no longer stand this taste in my throat,
On the wings of an angel I once did float,
It is sickly and reminding me of the pain,
My awakened heart now driving me insane,
Another tear courses down my face,
I stand here alone in disgrace,
More and more follow each other.

Each tear shed the death of an angel’s soul,
A wing beat no more as it is sucked into a hole,
Shovels of dust scattered over its body,
Whilst no one stands and mourns this loss.

What did I do to deserve such pain?
On and on they fall like rain,
I feel lost in the desert with no wind in my skies,
The grains of sand hurting my eyes,
I look around and see no joy,
All is barren as my heart was cast aside like a toy.

So what is a tear?
Something other than salt water?
Is it a healing process?
Or just the mark of time?

What is a tear?
2002. By G.T.

[Taz]

When I first met an angel.

I know most of you don’t believe in angels, but what if there were?
Can we see them, can they touch us?
Just because we can’t confirm or deny, is that any reason not to try?
I met my first angel many years ago, this angel walked into the periphery of my life,
I saw the pureness of its heart, the clarity of its soul,
Witnessed the torment and strife, then observed as it calmed all the waves,
I witnessed this angel achieve its goal, for the angel had a task,
It was required to make a friendship that would always last,
I saw the selflessness of this angel, witnessed the task’s it performed,
Saw from afar the true colours of its innocent heart.

Even as I stand here alone I can feel your colours warming my soul,
I can smell your presence, feel your warmth,
I look over my shoulder to double check that you’re not stood behind me,
I want your arms wrapped around my body as they have been before, and will be again.

The smell of incense fills my nose as I watch the ash fall into its holder,
I remember the last time your soul was touching mine,
Screaming for your touch, my heart needing to be reactivated,
Needing the power of your wing beats to smash down my walls,
Begging for your healing aura to crash through my storm and take my heart, mind, body and soul.

Although my angel is far away, our time together will come another day,
I am reminded of the past, I watched the angel many, many times,
Wished for its presence in these arms of mine,
Yet it never came and I was all alone, not understanding,

Why I couldn’t have an angel all of my own,
Time passed by, day after day, pain and hurt caused in its own special way,
When all was lost, then I was found, in these angelic wings my heart is now bound,
She makes me smile and helps me sleep,
Takes away my pain, gives me a reason to laugh when I need to weep,
For in my eyes I can see that angels are truly human,
Not some mythological entity, floating in the ethereal.

Look around you with your heart and soul,
You can see the world as I do,
It’s hard at first, but trust in me and you will see it is true,
Angels walk amongst us each and every day,
Enriching our souls in their own special way,
Male and female, boys and girls,
So many angel’s live in our own little world.
Some of us are lucky enough to wake up with them, most of us not,
This doesn’t matter a hell of a lot, as long as you know one,
Your world is unique; they make your life worthwhile,
Help make your day complete.

How did I get my angel you ask?
I prayed to my god of the dance floor and begged him for an angel to send,
Who, what and where are these angels?
The answer is simple,
Look to your best friend!

When I first met an angel.
2002. By G.T.

[Taz]

Where is my friend?

I look around for you,
But your not there,
We were so close,
Now where you once stood is just empty air,
We could always talk,
Yet not any more,
I tried to speak to you,
You just closed the door,
Will you ever be what you were?
Or will I just be left, to stare at that space?

The place you once occupied,
There is now a void,
Will you ever be there?
Where are you now?
In my hour of need,
You promised you would be there,
Yet your not,
You said you would always care,
Always be around to help me out,
When I most needed it,
I want my friend,
I need your voice,
Your reassurance is sought,
In my time of pain,
You were all I ever needed,
I need my friend,
You helped me then,
Why can’t you help me now?

I did my duty,
Helped you when I could,
I was there in your time of need,
Stood shoulder to shoulder,
Did all the things that I should,
Showed no greed,
Made good the bad,
Helped heal your wounds,
Gave you the time,
Helped make the sunshine,
Brought a laugh to your day,
Raised a smile upon your lips.

Now it is my turn,
I look yet cannot see,
I have no clue,
Where you could possibly be.
Where is my friend?

By G.T. 2002.

[Taz]

Whenever we dance together.


When the music has us, and I mean Mind, Body and Soul,
Our passion is as one, and our beat is tapping our hearts rhythm like an orchestra of love,
When our eyes are closed and all we can see is each other naked, lying next to each other in bed, after making the most sensuously finessed love.
When every touch of your body as we move in time to the music, sends tendrils of euphoric pleasure to all my erogenous zones, and sets my blood on fire and my bones crave your lips.
When the only Music that will do, are choons like N'Trance, Set you free, or The Time Frequency, The Ultimate High. The kind of music with heart stopping female vocalists, which can turn words into feelings. Music that had a bass line that could wake the hormones of the dead. The sort of music that had piano running underneath the main riff that brought a dance floor to a pure hands in the air moment that will never ever fade in your dreams, because of it's quality and purity, because that moment was a taste of heaven, Once tasted, never quite forgot.
Whenever we dance like this, the feelings that I feel right now, becomes imprinted in my mind, so that in the future I will always be able to remember exactly as I feel like I feel at this moment in time.
So I will always remember the way you looked tonight, the way that the lights are shining in your eyes are making them glow with the intensity of a super nova gone critical.
The smell of your hair, and the way it feels as it brushes my neck as you slide delicately around my back, reminds me of somewhere safe and warm.
The way that your lips taste, when they crush against mine, as you grab me by the shoulders and pull me into your loving arms, and kiss me. No tenderness at first, just pure, raw, unadulterated, lustfully, pour Hagen das all over me, and lets get sticky, type passion.
To something, a lot more soulful, a kiss that tells me more than the words of a thousand poets fuelled on amphetamines could dream of in a drug fuelled fugue. The kind of kiss that brings a nation to it's knees at the thought of receiving it.
The way your breasts are clinging to your, sweat soaked top, which is showing the firmness of their shape. Making visible the lust hardened nipples, firmly pushing against the passion drenched material of your raving halter neck.
The GOODMEN are coming over, time to give it up,
The music flows over me, bass, treble and balance,
Direct to my brain, heart on overload,
The quest for the ride,
My 50-year storm,
Looking for the right kinda clouds,
The correct depressions and highs that change the course of my storm,
The music is the answer, let’s me cause war on the dance floor.

The drums are beating,
The bass is pumping,
All the clubbers would be jumping,
On the dance floor wars are being fought,
Yet no violence to be seen,
Ravers as a nation calling for more,
A war of music, no mortars or bombs,
The only thing dropping, is the choons,
No tears, no blood, no loss of life.
Whenever we dance together.


By G.T. 26th of December 2001.

[Taz]

Why?

Many times have I seen something that ripped my heart apart, and made me want to die,
Many times have I had to stand and see things that made me want to cry,
Wanting to change them and make it better is my reason to try,
I close my eyes as another tear forms, and ask myself one question...

Why?
26/6/2002. By G.T.

[Taz]

Why does?

The night send me those angelic voices on the wind singing about how only love can set me free,
& other heartfelt urges of desire & passion to drive a man insane...

Why does my heart feel so bad, why are these once loved harmonies hurting so?
The violins no distraction of leisure they once were, no note maintained till the perfect moment nor capturing my soul.

No deep bass piano undertones informing me that the music was as sombre as a funeral,
The crispy clear & pronounced vibrations no longer sent from the speakers in the darkest on night satin style they once had been...

Then all of a sudden its all warbling tones & automatic gunfire?

Why does?
1st of April 2003. By G.T.

[Taz]

Why I have no fear.

 

Although you may be bigger than I,
Smarter than me,
& may have a bigger bite,
No matter how badly you out gun me...

I know that in this life or my next,
Or even one to follow that,
We will meet again,
& I will have what it takes to defeat or surpass you...

Though this battle may be lost,
The war is not yet over,
I have patience...

For I can be as still as rock,
As flexible as water,
& as tangible as steam...

I am the spirit within.

Why I have no fear.
13th of February 2004

[Taz]

Wings of Freedom.

I want to fly on the wings of freedom,
Float over the seas of hostility,
Cruise through the winds of E, because everything starts with an E,
E with everything makes things start to feel so real,
They all start to feel so right.

The music is all part of the ecstasy...

I want the music to rain down on me,
Showering me in those velvet tones,
I need to be soothed by the vocals of an angel,
I crave those rapturous piano notes,
My every being screaming for those rising and falling melodies,
The ones that can set forth this night into motion.

It makes we want to scream "Can you feel it?"
As it hits you with full effect,
Raising your arms in the air as the rush of air pushed you to a new high.

Never let it go once it touches you with those notes,
Let the panpipes fan you with their feather light touch,
I know the music has you,
For you will dance with a smile on your face,
Feet possessed by someone or something else,
While the music does its job and sets your soul free.

For then you are really flying on the wings of freedom...

01-12-02 By G.T.

[Taz]

Words from a broken heart.

I was shattered across space and time, you found me,
I was lost and alone, and then you comforted me,
I thought that I was on my own, and then you stood by me,
I looked for signs of life; you showed me that I still had a pulse.

You came into my life, and righted a few wrongs,
Showed me that I was not weak, in fact I was strong,
Made me realize that actions are not as good as words,
Made the sky light up and the clouds roll away,
You saved my soul for yet another day.

When I was cold you wrapped me in your arms and held me tight,
Showed me that to care was better than to fight,
Helped me see what could be, and was never meant for me,
You gave me hope when I had none,
Took away the dark and let in the sun.

You took two pieces and made them into one again,
You breathed life where there was none,
You revived my soul and saved me from drowning,
You made a smile and replaced all the frowning.

You touched me where non had before,
Showed that emotion was not just caused with pain,
Created the sunshine in my life and replaced the rain,
These are just a few words from my broken heart.

Words from a broken heart.
19/02/2002. By G.T.

[Taz]

Words of prey.

I am a hurricane; I was once a breeze,
I am now a power unto myself, an incommunicable social disease.

Once channelled aggression, vectored and directed,
Now without reference points or targets, set to destroy what I need.

An emotionless vampire, looking to feed,
Hearts on fire, eyes alight with greed.

Fangs sharpened by war, eyes keen from life on a dance floor.
Used to looking through the night, once a shining light that shone so bright.

Used to travelling through uncharted dimensions, ventures of time were my game,
How soon before they once again scream my name?

A whisper on the wind, a shadow in the trees,
Pain and frustration, the symptoms of what I feel.

Searching for a doorway, back to where I belong,
The power inside is growing, yet again so strong.

Something deep, bubbling to the surface,
Getting ready to raise its head, whilst most of you sleep safe in your bed.

Should you fear my name, will you need to hide?
Only if you wronged me, in some other time.

No weapon of Armageddon, do I posses,
Words on a page, is all I have left.

Once part of a weapon of mass destruction,
Words are now my reconstruction.

With these words I will seek you out,
Then it will be your turn to scream and shout.

Prepare your self, for what is to come,
Cry in the night and cower in the dark.

What is coming will be justice,
The only cure for this disease.

I was once a breeze, now a hurricane,
Fought long and hard, stopped myself going insane.

Yet in this cyclone, butterflies fly,
Birds soar on my currents, spiral in my sky.

Taking flight, instead of going to fight,
No bird of prey will end this day.

My words will hunt you out,
They circle the sky,
Flying on high are my...

WORDS OF PREY.
17/05/02. By G.T.

[Taz]

X11 Tendrils of war.



The slow sneaky tendrils of war spread out & wrap those cold hands around the night.

Frosty breath clouds the night sky, lungs filling with frosty chill,

Expelling vapour warmed by exerted & well exercised lungs.


2002 By G.T.

[Taz]

You took my circle.

I set up a unique group, an inner sanctum of friends,
It took many years to do so, some times it was even a strain,
I put together the best, so fun could be had by all,
Made sure they all had the best skills and abilities for what we did best,
Brought you a dealer who knew the score,
Sought out a D.J who could rock the floor,
Made sure we had the bouncers in our corner, should it come to a fight,
Cracked the bar staff, so drinks were always fast to arrive,
Made friends with the owner, should anything not be right.

I directed the music and the lights so everything came to life,
Helped you find a way to the launch pad,
Showed you how to jump in to the lights,
Taught you how to lose yourself in the deepest flicker of the strobe lights,
Guided you into the dreamy darkness offered by the Ultra violet life style of my neon heaven,
All so you could be my friend,
So you could know the real me,
The one deep inside.

You took all my good intentions,
You ruined my perfect night,
Drained away all the happiness I had built,
Shattered my circle of inner sanctum,
Stomped your emotional discontent out upon my hallowed dance floor,
But more, so much more than this,
You lied and cheated your way in to my circle of friends,
& for that, I cannot forgive you.

All the nights of joy & passion are erased now because of you,
You took them all & washed the smiles away,
No fond memories of room 8 and the bliss we once achieved,
No wry smiles when I think of the first time you ever felt the passion of full sensuality that physical closeness can bring,
See not even that once in a lifetime moment can be looked back upon now, knowing what you did in the long run,
All compensation or worthwhile memories are all erased by the truth.
You took my circle...
That's O.K.
After time away, I have seen...
I don't want them back.

"Words of G.T." ~ 17DEC~2002.

[Taz]

You were supposed to be my stay another day girl.


Yet you stayed longer than you were supposed to,
Baby you forgot to go away,
You brought on the pain,
You left me alone like this when It should 'a been bliss,
The bells ring out loud in that winter wonderland we walked,
That is how it was supposed to end,
Yet you had to stay that final night,
When there was still friendship and trust,
I took you to my special place,
Watched the dogs and kids chase,
Shared several warm and tender….

Embraces that had warmth,
That told you “Stay now.”

But knowing to be that man you wanted meant giving up me,
We were from different worlds,
Yet I thought it was mine that was the darker of the two,
You turned out to be anything but the light I took you for.

You were supposed to leave once the snow thawed and the floor could be seen,
Out of sight & out of mind as soon as I had seen the lights,
I had chances then to walk away and have what you gained,
I could have been that man,
Who had all that he needed to be pleased,
We could have remained good friends,
Carried on what we had,
But you went and took that all away for longer than you should have,
You broke the golden rules,
You stepped over several lines not just one…

Wrapped in the bells of charity and good will you still manage to deliver bad news,
Like the Christmas cheer I find you here, unwanted at my door,
Instead of the bells ringing out in peace & joy,
The tone is shrill and sure to annoy,
Prepared for the lies & the deceit & the easy admission of guilt because you know,
Before I have said what it was that needed to be said,
You were already in the know.

So tell me this if it’s not so,
Why did you get the call to let you know that we would be speaking?
Had that call warning you not carried the truth, should it have not gone to I?
That would make more sense surely,
Put out the spark before the big bang,
Rather than let it slowly fizzle and erupt.

By G.T.
24th December 2002.

[Taz]

Zero but my soul.

I'm unclean, socially unacceptable,
A memory of a time that wanted to be left behind,
The wind eroded me,
The sand sliced into my very core...
But my soul still goes on.

21st of March 2003. By G.T.

[Taz]

[Taz]

3 blind mice...

3 blind mice stumble into the maze,
3 blind mice try and find the vice,
3 blind mice look for a way...

The maze is a matrix,
At the middle lies a city,
A city inside a box,
A domain within a realm...

3 blind mice look for a clue,
3 blind mice time is short,
3 blind mice need to hurry...

Look around and see the dimensions,
The limits of this portal,
The never ending choice,
The key is within,
The secret awaits...

3 blind mice following the whistles on the wind,
3 blind mice hearing blips on the radar,
3 blind mice sensing vibrations down the line...

These rodents let loose from a ship,
Looking from port in to city,
Seeking a good time,
Money in pocket burning a hole,
Looking to score and maybe score a goal...

3 blind mice bouncing with the beat,
3 blind mice riding on time,
3 blind mice hopping in and out of the lasers...

Found a hole in the wall they did,
Got themselves a key and some information,
Found where the party was at,
Got caught in the mix and sensations offered by the secret...

3 blind mice tripping through the lights,
3 blind mice standing tall for the beat,
3 blind mice punching the night air with the pulse...

3 blind mice...
3 blind mice...
3 blind mice...

3 blind mice stumbled in to a maze,
3 blind mice found the vice,
3 blind mice...
3 blind mice...
3 blind mice...

13 May 2005
By GanjaTaz.
[G.T]

[Taz]

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